I regret nothing!
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Cuba glared angrily across the table at the blond American, who was just talking to his
older brother Canada and his younger brother Mexico. To the nations of the world this was far from new. It was know worldwide that America and Cuba can't stand each other, both with the two physical countries and their personifications. Their ideals and styles of government often clashed more than once at world meetings. America disliked Cuba and Cuba hated America. That's just how they were, End of story.

But what if it wasn't like that?

What if Cuba did hate America, but for a different reason?

Well dear readers, you're about to find out.

It all started with a not so innocent action the Cuban did during the week of World Meetings. Really Cuba didn't know what had come over him, but he somehow had found himself starring the young nation's ass. Once Cuba realized what he was doing he looked away immediately, disgusted with himself for looking at his most hated enemy in such a way.

After the meeting was over Cuba booked it to his room, ignoring the strange looks he got from the Latin American countries. He didn't have time to explain himself! All he want to do was get some sleep because clearly he was just having sleep deprived hallucinations and didn't check out America's ass.

Cuba got to his hotel room, unlocked the door and slammed it behind him, not caring if anyone woke up because of the loud slam. Cuba took off his sandals and just collapsed onto the bed trying to wrap his mind around what just happened and why it happened. At first the thought he just dozed off during the rather boring meeting and happened to look at the American personification's bottom. But then he realized the more he thought about the more it would be burned into his memory.

Carlos let out a muffled scream of frustration as he used a pillow to cover his face. Why of all people was it America he had to be attracted to?! The blond was nothing, but a fat, stupid, capitalistic pig that didn't know when to keep his nose out of other countries business!

Carlos removed the pillow from his face and sighed in annoyance as he thought back to when he first met the oblivious blonde.

He had been fighting for his independence from his older brother Spain when a new country decided to help his cause and send him troops. Cuba was very thankful for this and wanted to meet the personification of said country, but was told that he would have to wait a couple days as sailing to his small island took time.

Boy, was it worth the wait!

A few days after he was told he'd be able to meet the personification soon, a boat arrived at one of his harbors and on one of the boats was the most beautiful man he'd ever seen. The young man had sunshine blonde hair that swayed in the ocean breeze, big sky blue eyes that were filled with determination and excited that resembled that of a child. The man also had golden sun-kissed skin that went beautifully with his hair and eyes, he also looked to be about 17 years old.

Cuba was shocked when the teenager got off the boat and introduced himself as the United States Of America, the one who had been helping him win his freedom. The teen had a cheerful attitude and a hero complex that the Cuban just found to be down right adorable. To him the slightly older nation looked like a guardian angel.

Let's just say Cuba fell hard that day.

After the war was over, Cuba tried to bury those feeling of love underneath feelings of pure hatred. He had grown to hate America and his capitalistic ways and thought that his feelings had disappeared for good. Until today that is.

Cuba groaned in frustration as he shook his head of those thoughts. He didn't love America! He hates America! That's how it supposed to be! Nothing else!

Cuba decided to just get some sleep and think this over in the morning. Cuba, not caring if he was still in his military uniform, just turned of the bedside lamp and slowly but surely fell asleep.

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America arrived early at the world meeting room and sat down on his seat that was unfortunately next to the one nation who hated him most. Cuba. It had been centuries since the two met and America was well aware of the Cuban's deep seeded hatred towards him and his people. He couldn't figure out why Cuba hated him, but he just thought it was because he's capitalist.

After capitalism nations and communism nations don't get along like himself, North Korea, Cuba, and Russia (even though he was no longer communist). It's just a difference in opinion and ideals, nothing more nothing less.

However Cuba had been acting weird recently. He saw the Cuban stare at something behind him on more than one occasion, but when he turned around to see what he was looking at he saw nothing but a blank wall. What was the Cuban always starring at? Did he have something on his face?

America felt around his face and saw nothing was wrong, so he just chalked up the Cuban's weird behavior to something going on in his country.

When the meeting finally started America did his usual socializing with his older and younger brothers, occasionally talking to Japan about the release of some new video game or anime. America was happy to see the older nation give him a small smile when he proclaimed how awesome Japan's anime was. America hugged Japan in a side hug before apologizing rapidly about invading the elder's personal space. Japan said it was fine and that America didn't need to apologize.

The meeting continued like this until lunch break let out and everyone filed into their little groups. America was about to go join his brother for lunch when someone grabbed the back of his jacket and pulled him into a supply closet, putting a hand over his mouth. The assailant used one hand to cover his mouth and another to pin his squirming body down by the chest, affectively trapping him between the wall and the stranger.

The unknown figure lowered his head enough to whisper in his ear and he felt warm puffs of air against his ear. "I'm going to remove my hand now. If you try to call for help or try to escape something bad will happen, are we clear?" The figure whispered harshly, making him nod as the hand retracted from the front of his mouth and reached over to turn on the light.

The light was switched on and the figure was finally revealed to be Cuba.

"Cuba? What're yo-" America was cut off when the Cuban growled and tighten his grip on the American's wrists, making him wince slightly. "Cállate(shut up)! What did you do to me, you bastardo(bastard)!" Cuba questioned looking at the American as if he wanted to kill him and kiss at the same, though America was oblivious to the kissing part and was really confused.

"What did I do? I didn't do anything to you! I haven't even talk to you beside business deals!" America argued back, glaring up at the Cuban because despite being slightly older than the Cuban nation, said nation towered over him by a few inches. "I'm supposed to hate you! Not love you! I hate that I love you, you stupid capitalist pig!" Cuba shouted not comprehending what he just said until he heard America muttered, "....Love?".

Cuba froze and looked down at the American with widen brown eyes as he realized what he just did. Did he just unintentionally confess his feelings to his long time enemy and crush?! Cuba guessed since it was out in the open now that he could make his move.

Cuba leaned down and sealed his lips with the American's, pressing the personification into the wall of the closet. America couldn't help, but gasp in shock as one of the people who hated him most kissed him smack on the lips. Carlos released his captives hands and slid them down his body, moving one hand to grope the ass he had been starring at the previous day.

Alfred squeaked as he felt the Cuban grope his butt and started pushing against the younger's chest, trying to tell him to stop. Carlos broke the kiss reluctantly, gazing into the American's blue orbs which swirling with confusion and utter shock. "W-what w-was that for?" America stuttered as a blush steadily began to appear of his tanned face, lips curling into a confused pout.

Carlos blushed brightly when he realized what he had done and it only became brighter when he also remembered his hand was groping Alfred's butt. Despite the embarrassment and potential rejection he could receive, Cuba didn't give up.

"Didn't you here me before, America? I said I love you!" Cuba reminded as America looked at him with surprise as the Cuban usually called him anything, but his actual name. "You love me? But last time I check dude you hated me!" America pointed out looking at Cuba suspiciously, wondering of this was some kind of cruel joke.

"Is this a joke? And how did ya find out my feelings ya?! Was it France? I bet it was! That frenchie likes to gossip like there's no tomorrow!" America ranted, making the Cuban's eyes widen as he heard America returned his feelings. America continued to ramble on until a pair of lips pressed against his own once again, making him kiss back as he realized that the man returned his feelings and loved him as he did.

Carlos smiled into the kiss and licked the others bottom lip as he slipped his tongue inside America's mouth, which for some odd reason tasted like apple pie. The two continued to kiss, forgetting about the break and the meeting as they were to caught up in the moment.

But they didn't see Japan in the corner, taking pictures with his camera and holding a tissue to his bleeding nose.

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Heya guys! I know most consider this a crack ship, but I thought it would be fun to write and it was! Bye guys!