This is a short story I made up discussing the relations between Cuba and Jamaica during the Cold War.

It was a humid day and Jamaica was working on new laws. She finally got an autonomy from England.

"Damn, this law stuff is hard work." she said wearily. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and neck with a rag.

She heard the sound of the freezer door close. She got up from her desk and leaned on the door frame to welcome in the intruder.

"Hey Jamaica what are you doing? Need help? I can help! And I need you to do a favor for me.." said the Cuban while licking his ice cream.

"Cuba, I'm busy, and America told me not to talk to you anymore." she said tensely

Cuba was starting to be belligerent, "Heh. You gonna let that bastard tell you what to do?

Jamaica walked back to her desk and nervously organized her papers, "No.. what's it to you anyway"

His voice sounder angrier, "So ya just gonna ditch me like that huh?"

Jamaica was getting more jumpy, "No, no, you're still my brother and best friend but I don't want to lose America's trust...It's just that i'm am not with Russia..I am with the West and United States"

Cuba gave her a cold glare and stomped out the room without a word. Jamaica sighed and leaned against the door again.

Peace-loving and kindly Jamaica finds herself, through no fault of her own, in the frontline of a world crisis