Cute Little State
Chapter 1 / Prologue
Come With ME!
Authors stuff: First Hetalia piece, which I'm a little leery on since Hetalia can kind of deal with touchy subjects.
I made the main character Ohio because I am Ohioan and I didn't want to screw up any other states.
Sorry if I portray your state poorly. I mean no offense, just to poke fun.
Please enjoy. :)
"All right, United States, it's that time again! Who are we going to be choosing for presidential candidates this year?!" Blue-eyed, blonde America shouted enthusiastically at his seat on the enormous round table. He scanned the people sitting around him, disappointed at their lack of energy. "Aw come on guys! We do this every four years, how hard can it be?!" He stood, looking for any pair of eyes that would meet his. None did.
"Well if someone stopped voting in idiots maybe we could agree on something for once." A voice finally piped.
Oh no. America sighed, falling back into his chair and slumping a bit. "There is no need for name-calling-"
"Oh yes, because voting the same party every time is SUCH a good idea!" Countered another voice.
"AT LEAST SOME OF US CAN MAKE A DECISION!" Rang a third.
The other replies were drowned in each other and America covered his face with his gloved hands, groaning inwardly. Every four years. Every. Single. Time.
Why him?
A light tap on his shoulder had him peek from between his spread fingers, and he looked at the beautifully tanned female staring at him expectantly. "Are you all right, Mr. America?" She asked politely.
"Of course." He said, sitting himself back into an upright position. "We'll get through this. We always do!" He flashed a 'heroic' smile, and she nodded knowingly. "Thanks for the concern anyway, Hawaii. It's nice to know you're always worried about me."
She simply nodded again, flashing her famous smile as a silent reassurance.
"Do they all have to fight so much?" The man on his other side asked reluctantly.
America placed his chin in his hand, thinking. "Well. They don't always fight. It's just election time." He sighed, then stood up again and shouted. "OKAY LISTEN UP! We are going to do this like we always do! So go home, watch the debate, and make your decision. But for the love of everything American, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WATCH THE DAMN DEBATE!"
Silence filled the room as fifty pairs of eyes stared at America, unblinking and many unsurprised. Many mumbled agreements filled the room for a moment before everyone began to file out.
"Hold on, Ohio!" America called, watching a single person stop in the sea of people leaving.
Ohio was a little short and had her long hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. She wore a worn baseball cap and work overalls. She sighed."Yes, sir?" She asked, pulling on the bill of her hat snugly. Behind her, she heard snickering.
"I'd like to talk to you privately for a minute." America said smiling. He placed a hand on her shoulder and guided her away.
"You're in TROUBLE!" Shouted a voice from behind them.
"SHUT IT, MICHIGAN!" Ohio shouted, turning on her heel. The African American sniggered, pulling his warm hoodie up closer to his neck.
"Aww, poor little Buckeye got her work boots all twisted!" He teased. "Shit shoes, by the way." He leaned backwards against the wall, a confident smirk on his face.
"You little punk..." Ohio started, but America stepped between them. "Okay, all right, knock it off. Michigan, leave with the others."
"Well damn. I wanted to see little miss nutcase get all chewed out." He said, sighing and moving to leave. He still walked out the door smirking.
After the door was closed, America locked it, and Ohio shouted. "That smug brat! I'd like to clean his clock once or twice-"
"Man, what is WITH you two?!" America asked, sighing.
Ohio folded her arms over her chest. "Football teams, mostly. I think." She scratched her head. "What'd you want me for?"
"You've got a rep." America said bluntly.
Ohio pulled her hat down lower. "Oh."
"You've been our most prominent swing state for awhile now! I think that means you try to read different situations. Er. Read situations differently. Y'know, you think and stuff! So...I want your help."
She paused. "You...wait. What?"
"Come to a world meeting with me. Y'see, we never seem to get too much done, and I think you might be able to help with that. Y'know, with the situation reading and that. Perfect, right?!"
Ohio stared at him. "Your logic...well I can't say it doesn't make sense to me. But still, I'm just a state. Should I really go?" Inwardly she thought her superior could be a little silly. It still made sense in his weird, roundabout way, but still...either way, she was in no position to turn him down.
"Hey, you're still part of America! Besides I'll give you special permission and everything! Come on, it'll be fun. Oh, gotta follow the dress code though. No work duds!"
"Ah! But I love my - "
"Cya tomorrow!" And like that, he was gone, leaving Ohio to stare at the empty space.
"...The hell have I gotten myself into?"
