VietnamXAmerica

Lonely the path you have chosen

A restless road, no turning back

One day you will find your light again

Don't you know

Don't let go

Be strong

Follow your heart

Let your love lead through the darkness

Back to a place you once knew

I believe I believe I believe in you

Follow your dreams

Be yourself an angel of kindness

There's nothing that you cannot do

I believe I believe I believe in you

America was tired of it. He HATED seeing her like this. He hated seeing her, his love, fawning over THAT man. That chinese man. That traitor who convinced her to become communist. He kept telling her to just stop the nonsense. The nonsense of loving China. She would just smile sadly and say, "I'm sorry, America..." and walk away, hair swirling around her petite stature. Then, there was the one time...

~Flashback~

America was walking through the the vast hills of his land, when he heard a woman's sobs. Running, he firgured out who it was. "C-Cuba...!"
"Hush, Vietnam..."
"B-But...!"
Vietnam? With Cuba? It was preposturous... But there it was... Only a walk around the corner and America could have seen them... Yes, they were both communist, but... They neve talked... Did they...?
"Cuba, listen to me!"
"I AM listening, Vietnam! But, you're not making any sense!"
"Then listen harder!"
She was sobbing her eyes out, from what America could tell. He heard a shift in movement. Cuba must have hugged her. His anger spiked for just a second. 'Calm down, Alfred... He's just trying to comfort her...!' America thought. "Go on, Vietnam..."
"Cuba...! They don't see me as a country anymore...! I'm just a WAR...!"
America was shocked. How could she think that?
"Sshh, Viet... You know you can tell me anything...!"
She was bound to be smiling at that. America knew her well.
"B-But...!"
"Sshh, no but's..."
"Okay..."
"Just let it all out..."
She kept crying and crying. America couldn't take it anymore... He could let her sorrowful cries pierce him no longer. So he ran. Away from Cuba and Vietnam.
That was his mistake.

~End Flashback~

Someday I'll find you

Someday you'll find me too

And when I hold you close

I know that it's true

Follow your heart

Let your love lead through the darkness

Back to a place you once knew

I believe I believe I believe in you

Follow your dreams

Be yourself an angel of kindness

There's nothing that you cannot do

I believe I believe I believe in you

He still couldn't believe he ran that day. Still, her sobs still haunted him in his sleep. He dreads the time for sleep. Aprtly because of the sobs and because he knows when he wakes, she will not be in his arms...
Until now.
When America woke he was so shocked to find the Vietnamese woman in his bed, wrapped in his arms, he fell off the bed. He prayed she wouldn't wake but it was too late. She opened her eyes to reveal those beautiful, dark brown eyes of hers.
"A-America...? What are you doing on the floor...?" She mumbled sleepily, rubbing her eyes to wake up more.
"More important question... Wht are you HERE? In my house? In my BED?" America asked, incredulous.
"Uuhh... Because I was lonely at my place and it was cold... And you always leave your door unlocked..."
"HOW-"
"Do I know that? It's because I asked Cub to test it for me."
"Stupid commie..." America mumbled.
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing!" America was glad she was kind of hard of hearing when he grumbled or insulted one of her friends. Then, America realized something. He had no shirt on.
What a kick he would get out of this.
"Hey, Viet?"
"Yes, America?"
He hugged her and whisperd in her ear, "You are so cute when you blush."
Feeling the American's skin against her made her blush and the comment made her blush even harder.
Chuckling, the American looked her dead in the face. "I knew you would! I knew you would look cute when you blushed!" He flashed that goofy grin that made other people mad, but made Vietnam swoon secretly.
Avoinding his gaze was the only thing Vietnam could do.
"Neh, Vietnam?"
"Yes, America...?"
He kissed her cheek. "I love you."
Vietnam smiled. "I believe [in] you."