Love and Hate

"We are from different beliefs! Where on earth did you get the slightest idea that I care for him outside of the meetings?!" I shouted louder than I needed to when Fance tried talking to me about Russia.

"Hey, it's no big deal, America. It was just a question," France shrugged.

"Yeah," I said as I pulled a McDouble out of my bag and began munching on it.

Truth is, I really do care about him. But he's Russia, and he has that troublesome sister, Belarus. I ate my burger and kept talking to the rest of the Allies about the plan to defeat Axis Power and for me to come out being the hero.

After the meeting, I went back to my house alone. As I lay in bed I let the painful winter memory engulf me into a deep slumber.