The Cuban Missile Crisis <<Countryhumans>>

Excellent (not really)

USSR and Cuba had just finished attaching the new door instead of the broken old one. The window was covered up with weird old cardboard boxes that smelled questionable. USSR exhaled. "I guess all that is left is to place the warheads somewhere so that they can easily be launched." He grinned. "This will be great- He won't see anything coming. Also, for not uh- full blown nuclear war- where you need to launch a missile that will kill millions-" USSR handed Cuba a large cardboard box. Cuba stared down at it before carefully tearing the tape off. It was two AK-47 rifles, along with a lot of ammo for them.
"Oh. Thank you-" Cuba looked up at USSR and smiled.
USSR slightly smiled back. "You're a strong country now Cuba. They will be scared. This isn't all of the missiles, and we need warheads as well."
"Y-yeah.." Cuba whispered.
"Actually," USSR went up to the window and tore the cardboard off. "This window is facing America, yes?"
"Mhm?"
"Excellent......" USSR said. 
Cuba sighed. He walked over with the box into his bedroom, and placed it down next to his bed. He sat down on the bed and there was a loud creak as always. It was old and metal, probably from world war two. Just like almost everything else. Old. From some war. So cool. IF ONLY IT DIDN'T CREAK ALL THE TIME.
USSR walked into the room. "I'm gonna start setting it up. Do you want to help?" He was talking in a tone that rang with joy. It was scary, how much excitement USSR would get for being able to threaten America. Yes, Cuba also disliked America, but he didn't get this much joy from being able to hurt him.
"Yeah.." Cuba smiled, trying not to show any sign of fear. They walked together to the window and were setting up the missile launchers. Everything seemed to be going well. It was cramped, and all of it took up space, but it was alright.

***
America went outside. He narrowed his eyes as he stared in the direction of... who? Right. The carribeans. What the hell was that racket? He heard it from over here.
He walked back in. "Those damn islands... And that stupid commie.. Makin' that stupid racket this early in the mornin'.."
"It' nine AM dad." New York said.
"Its still the morning though." Texas answered.
"Oh. The islands again? The weed addict and his druggie girlfriend came here last night." Florida yawned. "Thanks to their stupid bullshit, I'm tired."
"What did he want? Money?" America asked.
"Nah. He was ranting about some stupid commie business Cuba and his new friends are doing." Florida said.
America stared at Florida for a good three seconds. "ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED??? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME???" America yelled.
Florida, caught by surprise at America's outburst, quietly mumbled, "you were asleep..."
The other states who were sitting at the table left slowly.
America looked down at Florida angrily. "What did he tell you?"
"He was talking about some crate they were dragging up to uhhh.. whatshisface... Cuba's apartment. It could've been supplies or something. He was ranting about some symbol on the crate that he saw... Lemme fish the paper out..." Florida started digging in the trash bin. America was pacing back and forth. "Found it!! Its mushed up but whatever."
They smoothed out the paper. There was the fragile one, and then...
America stared at Florida. "This isn't important to you?" He hissed.
"I- I don't know how that got there..." Florida mumbled. "You really think they'd be that reckless-"
"We're going to talk to Honduras."
"Jamaica."
"Yeah, him. Let's go." America grabbed the car keys.
"We can honestly just... Walk..."
"Nah."
"Ok."
They drove to Jamaica.
They knocked at the half broken door.
"Hello!" Jamaica's face popped through the hole.
"Hello. Uhh... About the crate and the commies..." America started to say.
"Oh yeah!! Them. USSR and Cuba have been making a lot of noi-" a large crash sounded from above, cutting off Jamaica.
"Oh." Florida said. "Can you do us a favor?"
"Sure!" Jamaica disappeared back into the apartment, and opened the door. "What do you need?"
"Can you like, annoy them, and uhh.. Find out what they're doing? Me and America would find that helpfu- ah where did he go..." Florida looked around wildly and saw America climbing the stairs. Florida ran after him.
"I don't need some weed addict helpin' me..." America muttered.
"Okay. You do what you want I guess. He stayed downstairs." Florida shrugged.
America got to the top. He knocked on the large metal door. "OI! COMMIES!! OPEN THE FUCKEN DOOR!!"
USSR looked around wildly. Cuba snatched the tablecloth off the table, and covered what they already set up. "Good enough" Cuba mumbled.
USSR slightly opened the door. His eyes widened in surprise before narrowing as he glared at America. America glared back. "What are you and that traitor commie island doing?"
"Its none of your business." USSR said. "Stop sticking your nose in everyone's shit and go eat a dick, you fucking faggot."
America tried to push open the door. "Let... Me... In!!"
USSR pushed back.
Cuba watched all of this powerlessly. He didn't know what to say or do. He didn't want to say anything wrong, or start a large conflict by getting the guns. Cuba stepped back. He looked around, and his behind the couch. Then he heard the voice.
"Enough dad...." Florida's exasperated voice sounded. Cuba jumped up.
"You????" Cuba whipped around. "What are you doing here??? You think you can just destroy our homes," Cuba said as he walked up to Florida, "try to kill one of us, and pretend like nothing happened?"
"Yeah." Florida laughed. "You call these homes?" Florida pressed his hand up against the wall, and chunks of paint and other rubbish fell all over the floor. "They're utter garbage."
"Well not all of us can afford your nice a-"
"Alright, calm down both of you." USSR grabbed Cuba by his shoulders and pulled him back into the apartment. USSR locked the door. "They suspect it." USSR laughed. "I can't wait to see America's face when he-" USSR burst into laughter again.
"Yeaaaaaah..." Cuba said. He laughed nervously along with USSR.

***
"They're hiding something." America said, as they climbed down the stairs.
"No shit Sherlock." Florida muttered.
"What if they really have missiles?" America said worriedly.
"Then we're dead. Simple." Florida shrugged.
"Oh." America said.