The Cuban Missile Crisis <<Countryhumans>>

Ohhhhh no!!

As soon as USSR left, Cuba closed the curtains on all of the windows. He locked the door and put cardboard on the large broken window. He still didn't feel safe, as if something was creeping up behind him in his blind area.

He left the guns, looking at them warily, and instead went to the kitchen and grabbed a pan. He stood next to the door kept an eye on it. (Only one lol)
He stood at the door with a pan in hand for a few minutes before sitting down. He buried his face in his hands. He sat like this, before eventually dozing off.
Cuba jerked awake a few hours later as there was a loud knock on his door. He jumped up, and grabbed the pan."Wh-who's there?" He stuttered.

"It's Korea." North Korea's cold, harsh voice sounded from behind the door.
"Oh. Sorry.." Cuba opened the door, and NK was there. NK was taller and stronger than Cuba, to be honest a lot of people were, so he felt shy and intimidated a lot, not just next to NK.

"Alaska found something out. Lock this place up, and come with us."
Cuba locked everything that was lockable. He looked around in the kitchen before finding a folding knife. He shoved it in his pocket, still paranoid. NK waited for Cuba by the door. "Alright. Let's go."

They both got to the parking lot and  China's van was already there. NK opened the car and let Cuba in. Cuba placed his hands in his pockets, playing around with the knife, ready to use it at any moment. The van's engine spluttered to life, and China drove out. China had a very serious expression on his face. "So uh, do you know what's going on?" He said to NK.

"No. China knows something, but he won't tell me." NK answered.

Cuba stared down, away from everyone else, as the van bounced up and down on the bumpy road.

***
Texas was going through the photos he took. He found.... Five????? There were six! What the hell?? Where did the sixth one go?
He didn't tell America about this yet, he didn't want to start major chaos immediately. He only told a few of his brothers and sisters about the photos and the missiles.

They were close. Very close. Cuba could just nuke them right now, and they'd be the second Imperial Japan. He mashed them in a folder, promising himself that as soon as America came home in the evening, he would tell.

***
Everyone was sitting in the same room. Alaska was right in the middle of everything. Alaska took out a crumpled photo from his pocket.

"They know." He choked out, his mouth almost too dry to speak."about the missiles. Texas had six photos, I have one here."
There was absolute silence for a few seconds.

"America doesn't know yet though. Only me, Texas, and a few other states." Alaska said.
USSR was trying to hide a smile. He liked being able to threaten his greatest enemy for once.

"How long... Until America finds out?" North Vietnam asked.

"When he comes home. In the evening. Then they will probably activate DEFCON 3 or 4. And that's when everything gets real." Alaska said.
There was another awkward pause.

"Well, sucks to be them." NK grumbled.
"What are they gonna do? Even when Cuba didn't have any nukes, they still couldn't kill him.

"Yeah... That's fair enough." North Vietnam answered.

"Plus, they won't risk many precious American lives for some small country in the Caribbean getting some different economic system. Right?" NK said.

"Right." East Germany piped in. "What could possibly go wrong??"

***
"What's wrong, my favorite son?" Asked America.

California looked up, opened his mouth and started to say something, before Texas, who was right next to Cali, stood up, and Texas's ass was in California's face. Cali awkwardly lifted up his chair and moved away, shooting Texas a loathing look.

"Well.." Texas started proudly, obviously happy about the 'favorite son' comment, "turns out, the little weird island wasn't high. Not this time. The communists are giving Cuba a nuclear missile base."
California choked on air.
Florida fell back in his seat.
Hawaii stared up at Texas.

"Are you kidding? Is this serious?" Hawaii asked timidly.

"Serious as I ever was." Texas said proudly, opening the folder and laying out the photos before America.

"Well that's not saying much." California snickered. Cali looked up defiantly at Texas. Texas looked back down at Cali angrily.

America's eyes widened. He choked. "Texas... Is this for real?"

"Well Photoshop doesn't exist yet." Nevada answered.

"Ph-oto-shooop???" California said, confused.

"Haha... I guess you all aren't ready for that yet." Nevada panicked. "But you sure will love it later."

America was still clutching the photos, the red stripes on his face turning white as he turned pale. "Wh- this- it's like if we put missiles in Turkey..."

"We did put missiles in Turkey." Cali shrugged.

"Well that's different..." Texas answered.

"No not really."

The front door burst open, and Alaska walked in with Puerto Rico. "Uhhh.. what's going on?" Asked PR timidly.

"Your commie brother has nuclear missiles now and we're going to hell. Or them. Or both of us." Florida said.

"Oh." Alaska was obviously trying not to get eye contact with anyone, and had his hands in his pockets.

"Alaska? Get over here." Texas snapped.

"What??? No!" Alaska exclaimed.

"Go." America whispered. "Now."

Alaska awkwardly shuffled over to Texas. "Take your hands out of your pockets." Texas growled. Alaska gritted his teeth together and took his hands out. A small rolled up wad of paper fell out. Texas lifted if up and unfurled it.
Another photo.

"Where did you get this?" Texas asked. "This is mine. You're in a capitalist household. There's a thing called private property here."

There was absolute silence.

"Commie spy. I told you dad." Texas snickered. "Who else? Cali? Damn right Cali is one of them."

"AM NOT!!" Cali exclaimed. "And there could be thousands of ways Alaska got that photo, stupid."

"DEFCON 3. We might go to war." America stood up, and walked out. "And it might be our last one."

"Well, Cuba is small. Look at us!! We can take 'em down." Texas said cheerfully as America went out. "What could possibly go wrong?"