The Cuban Missile Crisis <<Countryhumans>>

Twenty-two o' clock

"And why did you call us? What's so important?" North Korea asked.
USSR cleared his throat. "Well, North Korea-"
"Korea. No North." NK muttered.
USSR glared at NK. "Well, Korea, there was an attack on one of our comrades yesterday. He could've died. But almost everything turned out okay." USSR turned around to face Cuba, who had bandages covering the left side of his face.
"Oh. Well, doesn't he live like- not that far away from America? It was gonna happen sooner or later."
Everyone mumbled in agreement.
"And, as you may possibly know, there are nuclear missiles in Turkey. So. Cuba. We can give you nuclear missiles to defend yourself."
Everyone turned around and faced Cuba. It was his decision to make. Cuba choked on nothing, trying to find the words for his answer. Everyone was judging him-
Staring at him-
He wasn't even important or strong! He didn't deserve this much attention.
"I- I'm not sure..." He sputtered.
"Oh come onnnnn." North Vietnam interrupted. "Its simple. Do you want to die? Do you want to help your allies???"
"Damn right." Yugoslavia said. "Turkey is a threat to us, we need to even everything out. Let's be honest- you can barely defend yourself. This will benefit everyone, except the cappies."
If communists are called commies capitalists can be called cappies change my mind.
Cuba took a deep breath. "Alright... I guess it does work. Cool."
Everyone seemed happy about this.
"Great!" USSR exclaimed. "We can start bringing them in at night. Tonight. Twenty-two o' clock."
"But- what if America attacks Cuba?" Poland asked worriedly.
"We didn't attack Turkey yet, did we?" East Germany answered in a muffled voice, as he had his face on the table.
"Well- correct. But America has never had any threats to it before from another country- the last time something can be counted as an invasion was in 1812. He's going to be unsafe for the first time in.. What? 150 years?" Poland said. "He's gonna go ballistic."
Haha see what I did there
"You're right... And we can't count on the UN to be reasonable and solve this. But it's not a fact they'll find out... Right?" East Germany answered.
"Yeah.." Yugoslavia said. "What could go wrong?"

***
Time skip. 22:00 at Cuba's apartment.
"Out of the car. We have to do this quick." North Korea said sharply. He opened the trunk. Cuba, China and USSR stepped out too.
"CUBA!!!" Jamaica ran out of the apartment complex and ran up to Cuba. He hugged Cuba tightly. "Holy shit that guy- Florida I think- he was breaking into our apartments saying 'WHERE'S THE COMMIE' and we had no fucking clue so he thought we we're lying and he fucking destroyed our shit cause he's a little cu-"
"Alright, alright. Cool." NK said. Go away now. We have to do something.
"Like what??? What's in that crate?"Jamaica pointed at the crate in the trunk. "Ooh, is it secret commie technology? What do you communists even do all the time? Y'all are so secretive and shi-"
"GO AWAY." NK yelled. "IT'S IMPORTANT, AND YOU DON'T NEED TO KNOW."
"Fine..." Jamaica trudged back to his apartment. He slammed the door- or half of the door- because that was how much was left of it.
NK, still angry, started trying to lift the large crate out. "Help me, god fucking damn it."
China, Cuba, and USSR both grabbed another side of the crate. They started carrying it to Cuba's apartment.
"Fuuuuck, its so hard to carry it up the steps-  how many flights are there?" NK asked.
"Three." Cuba briskly replied. "Fourty-five steps."
And so they dragged it up the fourty-five steps. When they reached the apartment, USSR awkwardly kicked the door open. Everything was still a mess.
"So, uh, do you have any secret-ish place to put this for now?" He asked.
Cuba shrugged. "I'd say the closet, but the door is now gone. So its not secret anymore."
"Aaaaanywhere else?" Asked China.
"The bathtub. I cant even afford the water bill most of the time so I just go to the public pool and shower there." Cuba said.
They dragged the missiles into the bathroom and placed it in the tub.
The tub cracked. As soon as they set the crate down, the bathtub had a huge crack in it.
"I hope you weren't planning on using that any time soon?" Said NK.
Cuba closed the shower curtain. "Yeah."
They turned around and saw Jamaica and Bahamas standing in the corridor.
"What do you want...." USSR sighed.
"The hell are y'all hiding from us?" Asked Bahamas.
"Yeah. We just want to know. Give us a clue-"  Jamaica said.
NK stared at them. And stared. Menacingly.
"Get out. I will give no more warnings." He whispered.
Bahamas and Jamaica ran out. They heard an echoing shout from the stars, "I AM SPEEEEEED"
NK facepalmed. "If they were my neighbors, I think I would go insane."
"Yeah, but they're pretty nice." Cuba said.
"But still annoying." China added. "Very annoying."
"True." Cuba said. "I need to keep them out now."
USSR then said, "Sleep in the bathroom and lock it. I guess. We'll fix this place tommorow."

***

Jamaica and Bahamas ran to America's mansion. He probably knew what was going on.
"Commies are so sketchy and secretive- what the heck are they up to?" Jamaica panted.
"Y-yeahh." Bahamas said. "Not something good- that's for sure." They ran in silence for the rest, and when they finally got to America's house, they were extremely tired. Jamaica rang the doorbell. Florida answered.
"What?" Florida muttered.
Bahamas giggled. "You're covered in band-aids! And they're rainbow!"
"Shut the fuck up. What do you want?" Florida asked grouchily.
"Yeah- the commies- they were dragging some weird ass crate into Cuba's apartment."
"Wait. What?" Florida asked. He swung open the door. "Get in here." He took a notepad that was randomly laying around and threw it at Bahamas. She didn't catch it. She scrambled after it under the table.
"Where can one get a stupid freaking pen in this house?" Florida kept on muttering to himself. He found one in the bathroom. He returned to Bahamas and Jamaica. "So. Did the box have any symbols on it?"
"Yeah!" Jamaica said. He snatched Florida's pen and drew a fragile symbol. Florida looked at him unamused.
"Are you tryna mess with me?" Florida said.
"No?" Bahamas answered timidly.
"Get out of this fucking house before you get me in trouble. Out!"
Jamaica had drawn a second symbol while Florida yelled at Bahamas. Florida ripped the sheet out of the notepad, and threw it in the trash, not noticing the second drawing.

B)))) I tried