ATTENTION

The Vietnam War was between Communist North Vietnam and South Vietnam, with the backup of the US. It was really difficult to put two Vietnam's in the fanfic, so I basically made America represent the Southern side. It may get confusing because of the frequent flashbacks, but don't worry—the flashbacks are in Italics. They also have dates above them. All in all, the story has two plots going on, so it's a little bit confusing. It also flashes back to World War II in the second part, so just be prepared.

Part one

The havoc at the world meeting had angered every single nation tremendously. There was always a hero though, and most of the time the role was played by America.

France had been messing with China, calling him names and flirting. As all heroes would do, America saved his fellow nation by shoving France onto a table, which ended up flipping over and breaking. While the French was flushing, everyone had started to laugh and even China found himself chuckling to himself.

When the laughter died down, England announced that it was time to share the news in each country. As usual, America had perfect news and even managed to bring a smile upon Russia's face by adding that it would be fun to mess with him.

Across the room, next to the excited Italy, was Vietnam. She despised his annoyingly happy attitude, and vowed to ruin his day in the most secretive way possible.

"Vietnam! You look ravishing today, and may I add, absolutely gorgeous with your hair in that bun." America commented out of nowhere, which made her blush. She looked away, but Taiwan nudged her.

Still not looking, she mumbled, "Thanks." It felt horrible to be called out by her long gone best friend. He was just too good at giving false impressions. She knew deep down that he was just the same as Germany in his fascist days.

When he was done talking, he gave her a pat on the shoulder and sat down next to England. They instantly started a conversation with Australia, and when Vietnam heard America laugh, she was pervaded with jealously. His life was full of happiness, and it seemed as though he had completely forgot about their struggle together. He had no bad memories.

She had been scarred with tormenting moments and traumatizing scenes from the past, and couldn't forget it.

When the world meeting ended, she followed America, praying he wouldn't strike a conversation with her once he spotted her. Everything went as planned up until she took a seat beside Russia.

He called America over foolishly, then began to flirt like some mindless bimbo. The younger wasn't impressed, and just pinched Russia's cheek. "Oh my, I believe you're not on my hottie list."

"And you're on my naughty list, Amerika. Come here so I can gouge out your pretty blue eyes."

Vietnam wanted Russia to get more gruesome, but he kept at his typical calm level. As she prayed not to happen, America took a seat beside her. He offered his burger to her, but she was too angry to even reject. Instead, she took the burger and slapped it on his face.

Russia burst out laughing, then got silent again. "She doesn't like you. She doesn't like you." he whispered.

America took off his glasses and forced a smile. "Lovely answer. Maybe that was a no. What would you like, then?"

"For you to leave."

He gave her the same look that Japan used to give China when he was about to cry. The only difference was that America had no tears forming, and it angered Vietnam. He was faking everything, so she stood up and began to walk away. That's when his hand grabbed her arm in a tenacious grip. In frustration, she spun around, grabbing his collar and shoving him against a wall.

"This is a warning Alfred! Don't place your blood-stained hands on mine! I don't deserve your bullshit!"

"What makes you think you're so special?" America asked quietly.

Her hands moved up to his throat. She would have to kill him as soon as possible to get rid of the blank space in her book of memories. She would be pleasing all her fellow communists if she strangled him—especially China.

Some hands suddenly wrapped around her waist, pulling her away from America. It was Australia, America's best friend and brother. "What you doing to me mate?"

Vietnam felt so ashamed and embarrassed. No one was sticking up for her. China looked upset and miserably left to throw his food away. She rushed after him, but his pace sped up.

When she caught up to him, he gave her a furious glare. "You've humiliated me. Look, the whole family know you still madly in love with him, so why don't you just admit it. Go tell him that you act badly, and make up for it by inviting him over for dinner."

"I refuse to show weakness to that idiot! By the way, he loved me, but he's changed. Now, go learn English properly and then discuss these topics with me."

In a huff, her elder marched off. When he was out of sight, she leaned against a wall. There was nothing to do. She didn't want to go to any more boring and completely useless world meetings. It would be awkward to walk in with the knowledge that everyone saw what she did to America the other day. Sighing heavily, she headed to her car.

Dinner was the typical: sea food mixed with Chinese dishes.

When the table cleared, Vietnam noticed Japan, for once, stayed. He was on his phone, possibly texting Taiwan. They had become oddly close ever since the world wars had ended, and she was just noticing now.

Taiwan had always stayed by his bed after the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. She read him little letters from lovers, and sometimes she'd just want some time alone with him.

After Japan finally left, she pulled out her own phone. A notification appeared: Prussia had shoved France into a pond. It was from Spain, and he even had the video. France had grabbed him from behind, so Prussia protectingly shoved France overboard, causing the flirt to tumble over the bridge and into the water.

It made Vietnam's day. France was pathetic at times.

She went to bed, but as usual, couldn't sleep. Insomnia had become her acquaintance. Next to her was South Korea, mumbling in his sleep. He kicked her, so she got out of bed. It was freezing outside her bed, and the floor made her toes curl. Trying to balance on the sole of her foot, she crept into Japan's room.

He was sketching something, but as soon as he spotted her, he frantically covered them up. "What?"

"Just wondering around. I can't sleep."

"Well knock on my door if you want to come in. Would you like to sleep with me?"

"No. I should have killed that American when I had the chance."

Japan began to doodle on his papers on top of the original sketch, praying she would leave so he could resume his art. Vietnam walked over to his desk, then grabbed a paper from underneath. It was a woman in the nude, posing underneath a tree.

Horrified, she set it back to where it was, then backed away.

"I was bored. If you look close enough, you can tell it's China."

She didn't move, and her terrified expression stayed etched across her face.

"Now what were you saying about how you wanted to kill America?"

Vietnam took a deep breath, then stared at the floor to avoid awkward eye contact with her annoyed brother. "I want to destroy him. I want Alfred F Jones to leave the face of earth. He's like a dictator, but an awfully convincing one."

Japan continued sketching the woman, ignoring her. He was just about to draw in some feet when she snatched it away. "I want you to stop doodling naked woman and do something helpful. Can't you see I'm agitated. All you do is silently hate people."

"I like to keep people guessing what kind of person I am."

It was useless waisting time on Japan. She crept back into her bed.