The Cuban Missile Crisis <<Countryhumans>>

Stupid Cuba...

Idk how to include the blockade but I'm trying sorry if this isn't historically accurate this isn't even meant to be historically accurate its a story about countryhumans

"Alright, so," America opened the door to where one of USSR's adopted children, Georgia, he presumed. Kind of easy to memorize, since he had a kid called Georgia as well. "We need to talk."

"Yeah?" Georgia said, putting down his own. "About what?"

"About the missiles. In Cuba." America answered.

Georgia's eyes narrowed. "And what.. about those missiles?"

"Will there be more of them?" Asked America.

"I'm not one hundred percent sure. But most likely, yes." Georgia said.

"Will they stop doing that if we tell them to?" America worriedly asked.

"No. And forcing them to stop would be an act of war, and the end of both us and the world as we know it." Georgia calmly stated.

America quickly rushed out. He slammed the door shut, not even saying goodbye, as he speed walked to his car.

***
NK, Cuba and USSR were carrying up another crate of missiles. China was somewhere else.

USSR muttered something under his breath about a blockade, stupid Americans, and DEFCON. The time was about 4 in the morning,and the sun was just rising, as they finished.

"There. We have about... four big crates. Lots of missiles. Can kill quite a lot of capitalists..." USSR mumbled in a tired voice, as if he hadn't slept ever since Cuba was attacked.

"Yeah.." NK groaned. "And we wouldn't be able to bring anything else because oH nOooo pOoR aMeriCa iS bEinG thREateNed."

They pushed the missiles in. "Honestly Cuba, this place sucks. I can't believe that you can't afford more than that weed addict and his girlfriend." NK continued.

Cuba's face flushed red, as he was, in fact, pretty goddamn poor. It was embarrassing to have his allies here, it made him look bad. "Well.."

There was a noise from the door, as if someone kicked it. "OI!! OPEN THE DOOR!" America yelled.

"FUCK NO, WE AREN'T! GO AWAY!" NK yelled back.

Cuba groaned. America constantly pestered him like this. He hated it so much. He walked open to the door, and opened it, slowly. "What do you wa-"

America grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "EY COMMIE! DID YOU SERIOUSLY SHOOT MY FUCKING SON???"

USSR grabbed Cuba by his shoulders and ripped Cuba out of America's grasp. "Again with your stupid lies and bullshit?"

"YEAH. I SWEAR ON THE ENTIRE CONTINENT OF ASIA, IF YOU-" NK cut himself off as he saw the way USSR was glaring at him.

"HE TRIED TO KILL MY SON!" America yelled.

"Your other son tried to kill him." NK shrugged.

"That's...different." America said.

"Damn right I shot your son." Cuba tried to make his voice sound bored, so he didn't seem vulnerable. "And I don't regret it."

America ripped Cuba back out of USSR's grasp. "I will murder you. The last thing that will remain of you is a pile of ash." He started to drag Cuba out. USSR also grabbed Cuba.

"Fuck no, you aren't." Cuba was dragged back into the apartment.

NK stared. "Did you really shoot his kid-"

"Mhm. New York. Some piece of shit spy who can barely do his job." Cuba answered.

USSR buried his face in his hands. "You.. can't just shoot people. It's not what we want.. we're supposed to fight brutality and stupid imperialist dogs, but.." USSR took several deep breaths, and walked out.

Cuba immediately felt quite a bit of shame. NK stared at him, and then out the window.

"I can see USSR." NK said. "America is yelling at him, and USSR looks like he wants to mash America's face in a waffle maker."

"Very descriptive." Cuba answered. He could see USSR storming away, and America going back to the apartments. Cuba ran to the bedroom, and leapt under the bed, grabbing the gun. He lifted it out. "Hah. I knew that I'd need this."

NK and Cuba waited for America to knock on the door. .

***

"Stupid Cuba.. with his stupid communism.. and his stupid alli-" Texas said angrily.

"Oi, can you shut the fuck up already? We understood." California cut Texas off. Both stared at each other, as they sat in the kitchen with New York, as NY quietly choked down orange juice. Their dad left a few minutes after finding out about NY, so they assumed he was going to go commit a war crime again. Not like he couldn't get out of trouble.

Puerto Rico sat in the other chair, looking upset. His own brother- his own brother- was doing things like this? Ever since the Revolution, Rico did not talk to Cuba, because Cuba didn't want to talk to Rico, and America didn't want Rico to talk to Cuba. People didn't trust him in the same way they didn't trust Alaska. Everyone says that he's a Russian spy, although nobody has any evidence. Texas would constantly remind everyone of Alaska's Russian heritage, creating distrust. It was similar with California. Cali was very open about his thoughts, and believed the treatment of the communist countries was unfair, which already got him into a lot of trouble.

But Puerto Rico was the brother of Cuba. Everybody was suspicious about him, except of course Alaska and Cali. Cuba was "threatening the world", and somehow it was Puerto Rico's fault, even though he barely talked to Cuba. Texas and other people called him "commie" a lot.

NY was sitting in the chair,letting out dramatic noises, as if he was in really terrible pain, even though it happened three hours ago and he was given lots of pain-stopping pills. Hopefully he wouldn't have a stroke from the massive amount of drugs surging through his blood. "AAAAAAA IT HUUUUURTS," NY continued.

"Good." Alaska growled, really annoyed, since NY was complaining so much. It was getting on his nerves a lot, even if NY had gotten shot. NY liked attention, everyone knew that. But stupid Texas and stupid America would give him all the attention he wanted. Of course he was shot, but that was three hours ago, and he was probably snooping around and being suspicious. Honestly, it made sense what Cuba did. He probably would do the same. Alaska was ashamed of his family, since they had put Cuba through a lot, and then wondered why he hated them.

"The fuck did you say to him you retard com-" Texas started to say.

"Oh, stop with calling everyone a commie. It's annoying, really." Puerto Rico mumbled.

"Commiecommiecommiecommie." Texas said, while pointing at either Alaska, California or Puerto Rico every time he said 'commie.'

NY wailed again. "C-call someone!" He whimpered.

"Shh, don't worry New York. I'll call Canada.." Texas went over to the phone.

"OoH dOn'T woRrY nEw yORk!!" Alaska mocked Texas. "LOoK aT mE, An eNtiTLed fAgGot, mY naME iS tExAs!!"

Texas was already talking to Canada. He said something to Canada, before mashing the phone back to it's original spot. "Oh you wanna go, you Russian failed abortion?"

***

Ooh there's gonna be some ass beating in the next chapterrrr~

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