Yay for massive projects, no? All the reading up I have to do for this one is seriously slowing my updates, but for the sake of accuracy, it is worth it!
I don't own Hetalia! end /AN/
North Vietnam stewed, arms crossed and brows knitting. How could her sister choose a system of government over her? Hadn't she always been the one who knew what they needed to do and how to do it? Hadn't she been the one who'd protected her when France got a little too forward with her?
Maybe she hadn't been there every time, but she was the one who cared! Not like America, who clearly just wanted another capitalist in the region.
Clearly, she had to do something to save her sister from herself, as well as from that lying American. But, there was a major problem, of course: America would never allow it. She would need to get help, obviously.
* * *
Meanwhile, America was slowly moving South Vietnam's arms, adjusting her grip. "If you hold it wrong, the backlash could seriously hurt you."
South Vietnam nodded, allowing her hands to be moved into the proper positions on the gun. America had started training her only months ago, and though she may or may not have been the best student, she was learning at a decent speed.
Sometimes, she'd ended up rebelling a little against his strict routines, and had done things like hidden his shoes, or taken all the bullets out of the gun when they were going to practice her aim. However, generally she tried hard, and America had to respect her for that.
She fired off a round of the gun, hitting the target almost perfectly. She looked up to see America grinning at her, looking proud. "You've gotten very good."
South Vietnam smiled back. "I've had a good teacher." She didn't bother to mention she didn't have bad aim before his teaching. He patted her on the back. "How about we take a lunch break now?"
"Sounds good to me!" She said, hurrying to put away her gear. America laughed a little, and headed to get lunch out of his jeep.
When South Vietnam joined him, he handed her a sandwich. "This," he said imperially, "is the best peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the world. Crunchy and grape, you know." She laughed at him.
"Sure it is, America." To her, it tasted just so... different. It was good, but it was a far cry from her usual rice for lunch. It never ceased to amuse her how much pride America took in his food, though.
"So, you hear from your sister lately?" America's question changed the mood completely. South Vietnam looked away, fiddling with her fingers. "Just... the usual, you know, she wants to be together again... I don't know if she'll ever give it up..."
America frowned. "I won't let her take you, you know."
"Can you be so sure? The other countries want us to be united eventually too... But she's scaring me. I want to be able to keep ties with you. I want to have elections, and I know she wants none of that. What will I do?" South Vietnam ended with a sad little sigh. America put an arm around her, the cogs whirring in his head. He couldn't let that happen...
* * *
"You know she's not that important, America!" Canada and America had been arguing for a good fifteen minutes or so. America crossed his arms. "Yes, she is, and she's my ally. If you don't want to help, you can just say so!"
"That's not how it is, and you know it! I just don't think this is such a great idea!" Canada said, wringing his hands. He recieved a scowl in return. "Canada, there's no way I can keep her safe without fighting! You know her sister is crazy about being united again! And besides, she attacked me! What other reason do I need to go to war?!" America knew that the last reason was a lie, but it wouldn't have been a lie for long. North Vietnam was planning to attack South Vietnam, he knew it, he just sort of pre-empted the conflict.
If he hadn't done it, he wouldn't have a reason to go to war now and keep South Vietnam safe from Communism.
Canada gave an angry sigh. "That may be, but why don't you try talking?! Or something more peaceful at least! Surely there's another way to resolve it!"
America shook his head. "No, she'll never give up! She's already hurt her sister with her Viet Cong, how can you expect me to stand back?!"
"I don't expect you to do nothing, I just-" America cut Canada off. "I won't let South Vietnam be taken! And if you're not going to support me, stay out of my way!"
Canada blinked. "America... I never said I'm not going to support you... I just... I can't go to war over this too, alright?"
America was silent a moment. "Alright," he finally said, shaking his head with a sigh. "I understand." And he did, really. His brother seemed to dislike being involved in Asia, for some reason... He usually said it was too far away to get involved in a conflict with.
Canada nodded. "Alright." War was on the horizon.
/AN/ Alright, so, yes, the North wanted to invade the South, but officially they hadn't taken any such action. The Viet Cong, a terrorist type group, had already caused a lot of problems, and was essentially working from North Vietnam for the same ends, but that wasn't enough to take an offensive stance against North Vietnam. And so, the infamous Gulf of Tonkin incident occurred, which ended in the President gaining the right to send troops anywhere in an emergency without Congress's okay. Also, I included Canada! Aren't you proud? Basically, the Canadians wouldn't get into the war for various reasons, but ended up sending supplies and things.