The years passed.
In 1928 Herbert Hoover was visiting Amapala for diplomatic reasons.
Amapala was happy that she was going to get some important visitors and not just normal ships.

Honduras wasn't happy about it and said that she wasn't going to go because he was going to be there.
She was still hurt.

America wanted to go very bad to see her again.
Even after the war, even after everything bad that had happen.
He still was in love with her, they both were.
That love was still there, hurting them both.

In the war, he remembered, the young soldiers would write home to their love ones.
Some of them had pictures of their girlfriends with them, they bragged about them.
America couldn't do that. He missed her so very much.
His heart still aching wanting her back, he missed her selfless love.

In 1928 he couldn't find her. Tegucigalpa was in her place.
That made him go crazy. He had bought something for her.
Before he left Amapala, he threw the item into the deep-water canal.

In the cold war era most of her siblings were trying to become socialist, except her.
This made him angry because he wanted to save her. He wanted her to see that he was so awesome, that he really loved her, but she was happy. She didn't see him.
Besides she was angry because he had affected her relationship with Germany during WWII.
Honduras still loved him. But she didn't want to let that show. After all that, he had made her cry. She felt so fragile.
Even when he was close to him.
She still felt butterflies in her stomach when she saw him, and he was still in love with her
They just could hide it really well.

In 1969 when the 'Soccer War' was going, between El Salvador and Honduras, America couldn't put attention to her, so he sent advisors to 'fix' the problem, which only made Honduras angry because the advisors had agreed to take some land away from her and give it to El Salvador.

The relationship never really picked up where they left.
The present came up.
And now she was in front of him, in the city of love, away from the whole family.
The Seine river in front of them and the Eiffel tower in the back

"Well then. Me voy, adios" Honduras said "I'll leave so you can see the river by yourself without—"

"Wait." America said with a serious look on his face, interrupting her "Let's talk"

Honduras looked at him and then she looked at the river that was passing by

"Okay" she said looking towards him taking a deep breath

America looked at her, taking in the moment and trying to think of the best way to talk to her.
Honduras was nervous, and didn't know what to expect.

"I want you to know that I haven't stop loving you" America hid his face in his hands "I didn't do it because of business I did it because I fell in love with you. And I mean that from the bottom of my heart. I loved you like I haven't loved anyone, you were my precious pearl, and I just wanted to protect you and love you… and…" He stopped talking, the words were just coming out of his mouth, he didn't care. She nedded to know

"You don't have to bring that up" Honduras said smiling. "I don't care anymore. It's been 110 years since that happen. We've moved on, right?" she said

She didn't mean any of it, she was glad that he had said something; but her pride was keeping her from admitting it.
She didn't want to be hurt again

America looked at the petit girl

"So, you don't love me anymore?" he asked hurt

Honduras turned around and walked towards the Eiffel tower.
Of course she still loved him, she would never stop loving him, that loved was unconditional and was always going to be there waiting for him.

She took a deep breath in, stopped at looked at him.
He was trying to hold himself together, the answer would either kill him or make him live more.
He didn't know what to expect.

"America I..." she said trying to hold herself together "I do… I still… do… It just hurts… I haven't… stopped loving you… I…"

America rushed to her side and hugged her.

"I'm sorry" he whisper to her ear while he hugged her "Please forgive me for not being clear… I'm so sorry my flower, I am so very sorry"

Honduras grabbed his shirt and hid her face in his chest

"It'll be fine" she said wiping some tears from her eyes "This wasn't going to work anyway. You're a rich person who likes to do whatever you want, you are like the king of planet earth, you're so powerful and wonderful…" she paused to let out a sigh "and I'm just here. I'm weak, I have so many problems. I'm not like you. We were not meant to be. We were just… we are just… allies… allies… just that" Honduras said smiling letting him go and looking at him

She tried to keep the tears in but then her they just fell.
She couldn't hold them, she couldn't hold herself.

"No." America said grabbing her hand and pulling her towards him "I love you. I want you, I want to be by your side. I want to help you. I want to be there for you. I want to provide love to you. Be mine please… be mine again and let us love each other like we once did. Even if we have to hide it again. Please Honduras. I want you again, let me love you" he was crying, he was scare. "Please my love, please"

"You're only saying that because that's what your bosses tell you to say. I know how things work. I'm not Naïve anymore… I wish I could believe you"

She was feeling so many things inside of her, she loved feeling his arms around her, the warmth that he gave out.
She wanted him again; she wanted to picked up where they left, but she was scared.

"No… for you is different. I haven't been able to fall in love again. Every time I think about love, every time I see a couple walk by I remember you." He paused "Every time… I think about you… I think about the love I have for you, I want to help you. I want to make your future better, be with me..."

America grabbed her shoulders and separated a little from her, just to see her eyes. He needed to see those beautiful dark eyes, who once looked at him with the biggest love he had experienced.

"Look at me" America said "Look at me. Remember those days at the beach, the days we spend together"

"Is so long ago" Honduras said crying "I remember but is not longer relevant… we're no longer relevant. You have your troubles and I have mine and… I just… I don't now America, I'm just scare and I'm sorry" she said feeling horrible

America grabbed his hair and scream in frustration letting her go

"Have you not seen Austria and Hungary?" he asked "Look at them! They keep trying… they don't let go!"

"They were married!" Honduras said angrily "We only kissed"

"But I love you" America said putting his head on top of hers "I love you. I haven't stopped loving you. You're the one Honduras, I want your love back… I want you back… please"

Honduras kept crying, she wanted him back too… this might be a mistake, but maybe just maybe it could work one more time

"I love you too." Honduras said in a whisper "I haven't stopped either, I want you as much as you want me… I need you America"

Honduras hugged him strongly hidden her face away in his chest
America felt a rush of happiness go through his body and hugged her back kissing her head
Honduras felt the same way.
It was like their heart was one, she could hear his heart beating loudly and rapidly as was hers.

America stopped hugging her and hold her face in his strong hands
Honduras looked up to him, putting her hands under his, they stood like that for what it felt like a long time.

They were happy to be with each other. They were happy that they were alone.

"I'm so glad… you let me talk to you." America said softly after a moment

He got his face close to her.
Their nose touch.
Their eyes were focus on each other.
It was a sensation that could not be describe.

"I am happy too…" she said feeling her blood rush everywhere

Then the kiss followed.
Honduras felt so many sensations.
Their wet mouth together moving to a rhythm that only they knew.
America moved his hands from her to her waist, to pull her closer to him, so he could feel her body. It almost felt like a dream.
Their bodies shaped perfectly for each other.
Honduras tried to get closer to him, American hugged her evenmore and hold her against him.
America was so happy. He had finally talked to her. He had finally told her the truth…
Honduras felt hopeful, glad… He was hers… even if the others didn't know.
It's better that way anyway.

America finish the kiss, Honduras open her eyes.

"It's better if they don't know" Honduras said smiling

America pulled her into another hugged, he wanted to have her close as much as possible.
He wanted her to hear his beating heart that belonged to her, and only her.

"You hear that?" he asked "That's my heart. It only beats for you."

Honduras felt so many things going in her body, she felt so happy and hopeful.

"I love you America" Honduras said softly "and I always will"

"I love you" America said kissing the top of her head "I'm not letting you go this time…"

In the distance a Prussian screamed

"Get a room" which made the couple separate from each other. They didn't know that he was talking to the Austrian and the Hungarian

Honduras embarrassed walked towards the Eiffel tower and lay in the ground to look at the stars.
America followed her and sat down besides her

It took years to make everything right.
But now here they were.
Still loving each other, still in love.

Nothing was going to change that fact.

Love was love and they had found it in each other.

(_) I hope you enjoyed it!