Israel was at his computer typing an e-mail for America. He sighed as he finished, hoping his list of reasons not to go to the world meeting tomorrow would be enough to convince America to let him skip.

There was a explosion from outside all of a sudden and the jew ran to the window and looked down. He saw Palestinia holding a grenade in her hand. He sighed and yanked out his gun.

"Palestinia," he yelled down, "I don't want to fight you."

"I don't want to fight either, Zion," she said, smiling up at the jew.

"My name is Israel, and I don't want to become one with you!" Israel said in exasperation. He really didn't like playing this game. He and Palestinia were the same age, and at sixteen any person is stubborn and thinks they know best. Palestinia thought that it would be best if she and Israel became one, Israel knew that wasn't the best.

Palestinia gave the jew puppy-dog eyes. She didn't understand why her dear neighbor continued to refuse her. Maybe she wasn't trying hard enough. She threw the grenade while still keeping that innocent look out. Israel ducked just in time but the grenade fell out the open door and down the stairs. There was an explosion and the house shook. Israel would hve to fix that later but for now he aimed his gun at Palestinia and fired just above her head.

Palestinia, being scared of gunfire ran away, but not before crying "You'll see one day, Zion! We're meant to be together! You cant hold up forever!"

Israel shook his head wondering why that girl wanted to be one with him so badly. He was fairly handsome but she chased after him as if he was the only country her age! Couldn't she take the hint he didn't like her and go chase after Syria or something?

Israel sighed and put his gun back. Somebody really needed to give Palestinia advice on how to get a boyfriend, lobbing grenades wasn't a great start to any relationship.