Chapter 3: America's attempt for revenge.

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It was now July, I keep forgetting which day it is because North Carolina just had to steal my calender, so I didn't care much, I laid in bed, minding my own business.
" Go! Go! " America yelled, a whole army of his citizens broke into my room, and I screamed, " Hey! You aren't supposed to be doing this! It was a rule of the Cuban Missile Crisis! "
" Who keeps promises? Hah! I don't! " He laughed as he watched me get pinned by his soldiers; no weapons.
" LET ME GO YOU OIL LOVING FREAKS! " I yelled.
" Heh! Why should I? " America laughed again.
" This is the end.. Isn't it? " I thought to myself, I sighed and awaited my fate.
" Goodbye Cuba. " He pointed a gun to my forehead and waved, but then Spain jumped in, tackling America to the ground, and throwing him out of the room instead, he quickly shot off his army aswell.
" You alright, Cuba? " Spain asked, helping me up.
" Huh-? Spain? I thought you left me.. " I shook my head, thinking I was dreaming.
" No.. I had to sign the treaty. If I didn't, I might aswell have been dead. " He replied.
I shed some tears before hugging Spain. " Thank you so much! I thought I would've died.! "
" It's alright, buddy. Here have these. " He gave me some of his weapons so I could defend myself.
" :O, really? " My eyes brightened at the sight.
" Yes really, take 'em, I have to leave now. "
" Okay! Bye, Spain! " I waved and watched Spain trot out.

Vietnam giggled. " Heh, I knew Spain would come soon. "
Cuba cried tears of happiness and Vietnam hugged Cuba.

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