The Hero and the Survivor

How Did You Do It?

"Good morning." A half asleep voice yawned making Israel chuckle. The superpower didn't like waking up early. She didn't like to either honestly; she was just used to it. The blonde yawned again as he hid his face in her thick hair.
"So if I remember correctly," America said as he moved so he was hovering above her,"you said yes. We had dinner and then one thing led to another." He leaned in and kissed her lightly on her lips. Putting her arms around his neck, she happily kissed him back.
"Yes hero boy," Israel answered as she closed her eyes for a moment. The comparison between him and Rome drifted across her mind again, but she tried to ignore it.
"What ya thinking about?" He asked lightly kissing her neck. She opened her navy blue eyes and smiled at him. Israel reached out and tucked some of his disordered hair behind his ear.
"Nothing you need to worry about," she said as they were about to kiss again when his phone started ringing. They both groaned, but since it could be something important, America got up to get it. He paled seeing who was calling him and quickly picked it up.
"Hello... yeah.... yeah... okay.... no! I wasn't with England.... or with France.... what would make you think I could be with Russia!?... yeah so?... it'll be fine... you worry to much.... mind your own business... yeah. I know... I'll be home soon okay?... fine... bye." America glared at the phone for a moment before turning back to his girlfriend.
"Is everything okay?" Israel asked as she sat up. The American smiled at her a little before nodding. He began to put on his cloths and gathering his things. She got out of bed and looked him a bit a annoyed before putting on her cloths. America appeared behind her once he was dressed and wrapped his arms around her waist. He rested his head on her shoulder and sighed.
"What's the matter Alfred?" Israel asked. A bad feeling settled in her stomach. His strange behavior said something was wrong.
"If the warrior came out for a while would you forgive me?" Israel turned to look at him and she paled slightly at his serious expression. She hugged him tightly.
"If there was a good reason behind it then yes, but what could cause..." he kissed her forehead. America looked extremely concerned over whatever was coming.
"Just trust me okay?"
"Alfred," Israel sighed,"be carful." He smiled at her brightly before dashing off. A sick feeling still remained in her stomach. What was it that was worrying him so much? What other nations were doing wasn't bad enough for him to go into warrior mode about right?
"Israel," Kurdistan yelled as he entered the house,"you here?" Israel came out the living room where the ethnic group waited for her.
"Shalom Kurdistan," she said sitting down in the couch and looked at her guest. That same thought from earlier crept back into her mind. Rome and America. They couldn't be that much alike? She wouldn't care about him as much as she did if he was that much alike the nation who had ruined her entire world. Would she?
"What's the matter?" Israel snapped back to reality and looked at Kurdistan. She giggled slightly.
"I asked the same thing to America a moment ago. I'm alright. I just have a bad feeling."
"About what?"
"I don't exactly know, but I think something very horrible is going to happen and America is going to be right in the middle of it." Kurdistan gave her a grave look, but she lightly smiled at him.
"I'm probably wrong," Israel said again,"I can be a little paranoid."
"A little?" Kurdistan said with a chuckle causing Israel to laugh.
"Okay," Israel admitted,"I'm paranoid. I admit it. Happy?"
"Yeah," Kurdistan said still laughing,"but it's not something to be ashamed of."
"You think so?"
"Well it's saved your life a number of times hasn't it?" Kurdistan stated causing Israel nod. He had a point. Still though, she hoped she was wrong this time.

Time Skip about 16 hours later
America slammed his house door; he was not in a good mood at all. The house was completely still to the common eye, but to his a single man was walking toward him.
"This had better be good Rome," America hissed staring at the ghost of the once powerful empire. The roman chuckled at his foul mood knowing very well he caused it.
"Why did I ruin your date night?" Rome laughed at the annoyed American. The blonde glared, but then a mischievous look flashed across his face.
"Oh well," said America,"there is no such thing as ghosts. So I'll just call back my girlfriend and tell her that there is nothing to worry about." The American walked right through the shocked the roman ghost and went to the fridge to get a burger.
Rome was angry for a moment the he began to laugh. America grabbed his burger and then turned to look at the ghost. America arched an eyebrow and Rome calmed down.
"Just how did you do it?" Rome asked floating up to the American.
"Do what exactly?"
"Getting her to fall for you." America took a bite of his food and looked confused at his mentor.
"I didn't do it on purpose honestly. It just kinda happened."
"Oh," Rome said more to himself then to America,"so if I had flirted less and had been kinder than maybe..."
"Maybe what?" America asked, but already knew what the Roman meant. Rome had gotten almost everyone he conquered to fall in love with him no matter how cruel he was. I mean how else did he have so many grandchildren? Ancient Judah was one of the few he couldn't get to love him.
Seeing Israel and America fall for each other was rather enlightening in that prospective. Rome could finally see at least somewhat how he hadn't succeeded with Israel's father.
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Author Note
Rome was a jerk. He was quiet merciless and was a brute on side. And he also had a fun and happy go lucky side. And in my opinion, after he took over lands, he would play nice and try to get the personification to fall in love with him. This usually worked in Rome's case, but not always.