The Vietnam war makes America kind of tricky to portray... But, nonetheless, it shall go on! I get to see my brother today (he's at college, not jail or something) so I am very happy! We're celebrating two birthdays today, so it should be loads of fun!

You know what, I can see why people mix up the Korean war and the Vietnam war- I keep almost doing it! It's very annoying...

I don't own Hetalia! end /AN/

North Vietnam stayed holed up in her home, fighting back tears of frustration. All Russia's training seemed to have been for nothing, and her sister would stay out of her reach forever. She hated that American, hated him with all her heart. How dare he keep sisters apart this way?

Suddenly, however, the explosions stopped. North Vietnam's heart beat faster as she edged towards the door. Why would America stop his attacks like that? Was it a trick, or had they temporarily run out of ammo? She eased the door open, looking out furtively. Not a soul was there.

She could feel the joy blossoming in her heart as a smile spread across her face. They would not be apart forever now!

* * *

Meanwhile, America had been having second thoughts about this fight. Was it really fair to fight offensively against North Vietnam? Was it even fair to keep them apart this way? Could he even win this fight?

And also, he'd been worrying about South Vietnam. Not in the way he'd been worrying about her before, that was for sure. Now, he had noticed that she seemed a little suspicious in her activities. In fact, her leader was really rubbing him the wrong way. He did not like that man, and something should be done about it.

South Vietnam entered the room just then, and was looking at America in confusion.

"I don't understand... Why did you stop bombing my sister's porch? Did you come up with a better strategy?" America looked her over. Why had he liked her so much to begin with anyway? She wasn't so great-looking, and there was something annoying about her voice, now that he really paid attention.

"No. It's just that it's not really fair to do that." America stated, feeling annoyed with South Vietnam for daring to question him. She looked more confused now.

"'Not fair?' What is this, a game to you? My independence is on the line! I thought you of all people would understand something like that!" South Vietnam said, voice awash with worry and anxiety.

America frowned at her. She really was getting annoying. Maybe it was that leader of hers... He should definitely do something about him.

"I can do whatever I want, and it's not like I just gave you up or something." he replied irritably, crossing his arms. South Vietnam bit her lip. She couldn't figure out why he was acting this way. Maybe he was just war weary, and she should cut him some slack...

* * *

South Vietnam shot up in bed, feeling the pain distinctly. It wasn't the pain of an attack, or a massacre. It was Diem, her leader. He was gone.

She buried her face in her hands. How could this have happened?! Was it her sister? Who else could possibly want to assasinate her president? She could still feel the pain echoing, and got up and out of bed.

She should have expected something like this. It was war, after all. It was just a part of war. But then why did a dark, yet distinct, possibility keep entering her mind? She found she couldn't dismiss that America had been saying frequently how much he disliked her president. The thought made her shudder, and a chill went up her spine. If America did it, was he looking out for her, or was it something else?

* * *

North Vietnam slid forward through the trees, ready to attack any who were unfortunate enough to be in her path. She was silent, used to using these jungles to her advantage for many years, and she was swift, knowing every patch of land she crossed.

America was up keeping watch, and he did not see her until it was practically too late.

A bullet whisked by his head, and he ducked behind his truck. He was surprised she had come so fast. He took out his gun, and looked out to shoot, but couldn't spot her. Another bullet nearly hit him, and he fired in the direction it came from. Still, he didn't seem to hit anything.

Suddenly, bullets started coming from his side of the truck, and he turned around in surprise... to see that they were coming from South Korea, who was shooting where he supposed North Vietnam was. A cry broke the night, and South Korea grimly smiled. America really should have expected him to be good with guerilla warfare, but somehow it hadn't crossed his mind.

America stood, and started to go in the direction he'd heard North Vietnam. South Korea didn't follow. "It's no use, she's gone now." he said by way of explanation. America groaned and sank down next to his truck. That had been close... If it hadn't been for South Korea, would he have been shot?

/AN/ This is the fastest I've ever updated this story, I'm sure! Anyway, so when America entered the war, it had republican leaders, who are known to take a more offensive (in both senses of the word) approach to warfare. However, when democrats (who have been known as pansies) came to power, they declared that the war was unwinnable, and that bombing North Vietnam wasn't fair or right. However, this made North Vietnamese attacks much easier.

Diem, the South Vietnamese president, was suspicious to American CIA agents for reasons I forget, so they assasinated him. I think he was too close to Communist or something. Anyway, the attitude of those in charge of America had truly shifted, so much so that they were being harsher towards their ally than their foe.

And South Korean troops were the ones feared by the Viet Cong and North Vietnam because they were very much suited for this type of warfare and did the best against the guerillas in general.