World's love (AmericaxWorld one-shots) (COMPLETED)

Cuba x America: I Hate That I Love You

I regret nothing!
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Cuba glared angrily across the table at the blond American, who was just talking to his
older brother Canada and his younger brother Mexico. To the nations of the world this was far from new. It was know worldwide that America and Cuba can't stand each other, both with the two physical countries and their personifications. Their ideals and styles of government often clashed more than once at world meetings. America disliked Cuba and Cuba hated America. That's just how they were, End of story.

But what if it wasn't like that?

What if Cuba did hate America, but for a different reason?

Well dear readers, you're about to find out.

It all started with a not so innocent action the Cuban did during the week of World Meetings. Really Cuba didn't know what had come over him, but he somehow had found himself starring the young nation's ass. Once Cuba realized what he was doing he looked away immediately, disgusted with himself for looking at his most hated enemy in such a way.

After the meeting was over Cuba booked it to his room, ignoring the strange looks he got from the Latin American countries. He didn't have time to explain himself! All he want to do was get some sleep because clearly he was just having sleep deprived hallucinations and didn't check out America's ass.

Cuba got to his hotel room, unlocked the door and slammed it behind him, not caring if anyone woke up because of the loud slam. Cuba took off his sandals and just collapsed onto the bed trying to wrap his mind around what just happened and why it happened. At first the thought he just dozed off during the rather boring meeting and happened to look at the American personification's bottom. But then he realized the more he thought about the more it would be burned into his memory.

Carlos let out a muffled scream of frustration as he used a pillow to cover his face. Why of all people was it America he had to be attracted to?! The blond was nothing, but a fat, stupid, capitalistic pig that didn't know when to keep his nose out of other countries business!

Carlos removed the pillow from his face and sighed in annoyance as he thought back to when he first met the oblivious blonde.

He had been fighting for his independence from his older brother Spain when a new country decided to help his cause and send him troops. Cuba was very thankful for this and wanted to meet the personification of said country, but was told that he would have to wait a couple days as sailing to his small island took time.

Boy, was it worth the wait!

A few days after he was told he'd be able to meet the personification soon, a boat arrived at one of his harbors and on one of the boats was the most beautiful man he'd ever seen. The young man had sunshine blonde hair that swayed in the ocean breeze, big sky blue eyes that were filled with determination and excited that resembled that of a child. The man also had golden sun-kissed skin that went beautifully with his hair and eyes, he also looked to be about 17 years old.

Cuba was shocked when the teenager got off the boat and introduced himself as the United States Of America, the one who had been helping him win his freedom. The teen had a cheerful attitude and a hero complex that the Cuban just found to be down right adorable. To him the slightly older nation looked like a guardian angel.

Let's just say Cuba fell hard that day.

After the war was over, Cuba tried to bury those feeling of love underneath feelings of pure hatred. He had grown to hate America and his capitalistic ways and thought that his feelings had disappeared for good. Until today that is.