The Cuban Missile Crisis <<Countryhumans>>

Blood and Tears

Cuba was running. Where? He didn't know. The sound of his footsteps echoed on the empty streets of this cold, dark night. He ran farther and farther away from America's mansion, feeling as if there was someone chasing him. He was the world's newest communist country, and living this close to America was really dangerous for him. He finally got to his apartment complex, and felt as if something was- off. There was this lingering feeling as if something was not right as he climbed the steps. He passed Jamaica's apartment and saw that the door was destroyed. There was pieces of the wood scattered everywhere, and a giant hole in the door. He slipped through the hole easily, as he was extremely thin. He slowed down so that he was tiptoeing around the apartment. Everything was upside down, torn open, or destroyed.
"Jamaica?!" He whispered loudly. "Are you there?"
He opened the bedroom door. "Jamaica???"
No answer.
He stepped back. He ran back to the door, not wanting to be involved in this, as he was already at risk. He wildly looked at the other apartments. Bahamas' was broken into as well. The other Carribeans had the same story. When he got upstairs to where his apartment was, he found the same thing for his home. He stepped in through the hole, and quietly walked around. He grabbed a bat that he found on the floor next to him. His breathing got really shallow. Then someone grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down. He yelped in surprise as he looked up. He recognized that face.
"FLORIDA??? WHAT IS GOING ON?"
"Shh,, it will be over soon." Florida smiled, and he sat down on Cuba's body, so that Cuba couldn't move.
"HELP!!!" Cuba screamed. But there was nobody near to hear him. The lights were off and the apartment complex was empty. "HELP!!!!" Cuba screamed again, but his efforts were futile.
Florida took his time reaching into his pocket and pulling out a knife. Cuba looked up at Florida in shock.
"No no no no no- what's going on- what did I do wrong-" Cuba whimpered.
"We can't have a commie like you this close to us~" Florida smiled. "Now where should I start?"
Cuba tried even harder to force himself away. He slowly crawled forward, and Florida then grabbed him by the neck, and started to choke Cuba, holding him down at the same time. "Stop that, or it will be even more painful," Florida hissed. Cuba struggled to breathe as he let out a few chokes, trying not to die. Florida snickered, and grabbed the knife with his other hand. Cuba had something interesting with one of his eyes. In his left eye, where there was a red triangle on his face, his eye had a pupil shaped like a star. Florida noticed this, and pointed the knife at his left eye. "How about we remove this freak show bullshit first?" Cuba gasped, and Florida raised the knife up, and jammed it in Cuba's eye. Cube let out a high-pitched, bloodcurdling scream, as thoughts and flashbacks from his entire life raced through his mind. He thought he was safe from pain like this when he left the Spanish Empire and America, but no. Tears started flowing out of his other eye, mixing with the blood what was flowing out of his left one. Florida pulled the knife away, and a splatter of Cuba's blood covered his shirt. Cuba screamed again, and then he heard a familiar voice.
"AND WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED HERE???" Cuba heard USSR's voice with the thick Russian accent. Florida whipped around, and looked at USSR. His eyes widened. He jumped off of Cuba, and ran towards the window. USSR had a pistol with him, and then he pointed it at Florida. "LEAVE! NEVER COME BACK, AMERICAN SWINE!" Florida jumped out of the window from the third floor, and fell into a bush, which was good for him. He ran back home as fast as he could.
A puddle of blood and tears surrounded Cuba, and more of it was flowing out of his eyes. He was floating in and out of consciousness, trying to deal with the pain, although it was probably blood loss. USSR rushed up to Cuba, and ripped off a chunk of his uniform. He pressed it up against Cuba's eye. Cuba wailed again, and USSR quietly whispered to him. "I know it hurts- we'll help you Cuba. Don't worry. But I have to press this up against your eye so that you don't lose any more blood. Only then USSR noticed that Cuba was unconscious, still breathing, but asleep. He looked around, and saw a first aid kit that Florida had thrown in the corner. He quickly grabbed that, and took out bandages, and wrapped them around the left side of Cuba's face. He lifted Cuba up, and took him away from the apartment complex and placed him in the backseat of his car. Good thing I decided to check on Cuba... He might've been dead.. USSR drove to his house.

***
America angrily paced back and forth,waiting for Florida to return home. California and Texas were sitting at the table. Everyone else went to bed.
"Why do we even have to kill communists?? What did they ever do to us?" California asked.
"Shut the fuck up, retard." Texas muttered. "Nobody cares about your shitty opinion."
"BOTH OF YOU NEED TO SHUT UP!!!" America yelled. They did.
Then there was a rapid knocking on the door. America quickly opened it. Florida burst into the house, breathing heavily. His whole body was covered in little scratches from the glass.
"Holy shit, what happened to you???" Texas said.
"I was so fucking close to slitting the little cunt's throat." Florida gasped. "If USSR didn't ruin it-"
"Well maybe that's what you get. Why cant we just live in pea-" California stopped talking as soon as all three of the other people threw a dirty look at him.
"God fucking damn it. Its unsafe for all of us- this whole Cuba thing." America muttered.
"Well we gave Turkey some missiles- he lives close to USSR. We still have the high ground." Texas said.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." America shrugged.

***
"Wh-where am I?" Cuba whispered.
"Shh.. Calm down. Rest." USSR said. "Everything will be okay."
Cuba felt another jolt of pain, and pushed his face into the seat. He was shaking quietly as he started sobbing again. Everything hurt so much.. USSR tried to ignore the crying, feeling bad for the small country.
He took out his phone and called China. "Look comrade, I know we haven't had the best relations currently, but this is an emergency. My suspicions were correct. America attacked Cuba."