Author's note: So this is a little thing I just wrote because I was bored. And there's a serious lack of this pairing. But the news a few months ago inspired me. I think it's kinda cute and sweet, but that's just me.

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"So…"

"Hmph."

"Hey, don't start giving me attitude!"

"I wasn't, damn capitalist pig!"

It really was a tense atmosphere for the two nations. America was trying his best to get along with Cuba. They hadn't had good relations at all since the Cold War. But his boss had told him to be nice, strike up a conversation, extend the hand of friendship, etc. He thought it'd be easy; he was the hero after all!

But Cuba was stubborn. He seemed just as reluctant to be even in the same room as America. America pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, thinking of something, anything, to say.

"…baseball season's here."

"Hn." Cuba took a long drag from his cigar.

"You have some…uh…really talented players."

"…Gracias."

Another long silence. America wasn't good at sitting still for long periods of time. England accused him of having ADD, but that was stupid. Heroes didn't have mental problems. Cuba crossed one of his legs over the other, determined to look anywhere but at the blonde.

"I…"

"Look America," Cuba grunted. "I know you're only here because your boss wants to make amends."

"That's not true! I really wanna—"

"Spare me the bullshit."

America glared at him. "Okay, so maybe I don't really get what he's trying to do yet. None of my other bosses tried this, so I'm a little confused. But he's doing his best for me and I don't wanna let him down." His expression changed and he put his head in his hands. "I just want people to be happy."

Cuba raised a dark eyebrow. "This new boss of yours is really something, huh? Even my boss and hell, Russia's boss was intrigued by him. Maybe…we should give this another chance."

"You're suggesting we put our long histories behind us and start over?" America grinned.

The bigger man shrugged. "If it'll make you stop being whiney."

"I don't whine."

"You've been whining for the past 8 years."

"…shut up. That's over now, okay?" He extended his hand to Cuba and put on his winning Hollywood smile. "Friends?"

Cuba considered him for a few minutes before reaching over and grasping the other's hand in his own in a firm handshake. "Amigos," he said with a nod.