The Cuban Missile Crisis <<Countryhumans>>

Rain

It started to rain. It plattered on the roof of the car lightly. Cuba had stopped crying and was just sleeping quietly. USSR drove into the driveway and parked there. The door for the house swung open and one of his kids, Russia, ran out of the house.
"Papa!! Where have you been?"
USSR pushed Russia away. "Not now son." He opened the backseat door, and lifted out Cuba. Russia stared in shock.
"What happened to him, papa??"
USSR ignored his son. Then he saw another car drive into the driveway. China opened the door and stepped out. They all went to the house. Russia pushed open the door, and everyone walked in. USSR placed Cuba down onto the couch. China had a suitcase with him.
"What happened to him?" China asked.
"I went to his home to check on him. All apartments- broken into. Torn apart. Found America's son trying to kill him. His eye is gone." USSR said. Russia gasped. Everyone ignored him. China took the bandages off of Cuba's face. There was a large red hole where Cuba's eye should've been. The blood wasn't flowing anymore. Russia squeaked and held onto his father. USSR had his eye torn out as well. It wasn't a fun experience. Cuba woke up. He looked around, and sat up quickly sat up. His vision was weird and he couldn't tell where he was, and who was around him. He looked up at China, and scooted back. Tears started pouring out of his working eye again. "Please- don't hurt me.." Cuba gasped.
Russia went up to Cuba and pushed China to the side. He hugged Cuba, and Cuba froze in shock for a solid 5 seconds before accepting the hug. USSR and China awkwardly stared at each other. USSR coughed.
"Russia.. Its 1 o' clock... You should go to bed."
All of Cuba's senses were a mess. He could tell that someone was talking but their voice sounded like an absolute mess.
Russia said, "Well see you tomorrow, Cuba! I hope you'll be alright." Cuba didn't understand a single word of it.
After putting some medicine on Cuba's eye so there wouldn't be an infection, and then covering it up with fresh bandages, they let Cuba sleep on the couch, and USSR and China went to talk in the kitchen.
"He's in danger. We all know that. We can let him stay with us, but not for long."
In this world, they are attached to their homes. You can't just move. Sure you can make the house bigger, but they can't move from that location. Its their home. It can be taken by another country though. It's a weird system.
"Hey... You know how America gave Turkey some missiles?" China said.
"Yeah? What about tha- Oh. OH." USSR jumped up. "Thank you China!"
"No problem." China smiled. "Lets discuss this tomorrow with North Korea, East Germany, Yugoslavia, North Vietnam and the rest."
"Great. Let me grab something-" USSR went down into his basement. When he started heading up the stairs, there was a bunch of clanking and a crash with every step he took. China stared at the basement door, until USSR appeared. He was dragging a crate up from the basement. "There it is." USSR lifted the top off of the crate, and set it down. China went over to him and they both looked at the missiles in the crate.
"Oh. That's- nice.." China said.
"Yeah, it really is." USSR smiled.

Cuba was dreaming. He saw himself running again. He couldn't tell from what. He stopped and turned around. There was a crowd- countries and states. All of them were holding a weapon. There were yells, and everyone was screaming something bad about him. Some threw something at him. All of the sounds were muddy and it was very confusing. But he knew one thing- he had to run. So he ran. He ran as fast as he could but it felt like he was trying to run through oatmeal. Everything else was at a normal speed except for him. He tried and tried and tried. He tried to scream for help, and nothing did. Then Florida appeared in front of him. The encounter he had earlier played in his head over and over and wouldn't stop. His head was overwhelmed with a flashback of the pain as the knife buried itself in his eye. Then he jolted awake. He sprung up and looked around wildly. His vision was more clear, and he heard China and USSR talking in hushed voices. Something about... missiles? Cuba realized he was in USSR's house.
He carefully stood up. His legs were shaky, his head hurt like hell, and he wasn't used to having one eye. He had barely stood up when he felt a jolt of pain rush through his body and he sat back down.

***
America angrily continued pacing.
"Cuba is going to be the death of us all.." He mumbled.
"Why though? If-" California started to say. Texas swiftly punched California in the face.
"Shut up. Are you a commie spy like Alaska?" Texas said.
"Alaska isn't a spy!! Nor is he a commie!" California rubbed his face to take away a bit of pain.
"You all are fucking stupid." Florida muttered, as he continued placing colorful band-aids on all of his scratches. He was almost completely covered in band-aids. "Why didn't we get some normal band-aids? I look like a gay idiot." This is the 60s everyone is homophobic
America walked up to the nearest wall, and slammed his face up against it. He did that again three more times.
"Uhh- dad- are you okay?" California asked, very worried.
"He does that a lot, in fact. If you didn't talk to those communist frie-" It was California's turn to punch Texas in the face. California hit Texas's nose, and blood started flowing lightly from it.
"OI! STOP IT!! THIS AIN'T GOING TO HELP ANYONE!" America yelled.
Texas crossed his arms and slouched. "Fine..."
"Good." America said.
Then they heard creaking coming from the stairs. "The heck are you all doing?" Alaska asked. His Russian accent was hard to understand as it was, and now that he was talking fast, it was even harder.
"The what now?" Florida asked.
"Nevermind." Alaska said.
"Oh isn't it the second Russian spy!! Both of them are here now!" Texas laughed angrily.
"Shut up." California said.
"GO TO BED. I DON'T NEED ALL OF YOUR BULLSHIT RIGHT NOW!! OUT. ALL OF YOU. OUT!!" America yelled. Everyone ran.

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