Mellow! Been doing much, much, much role playing recently (probably too much). But on the bright side that brings us to this (hopefully) amazing story. Chibiamerica, the wonderful person that she is, was my partner in creating this. Go check out her stuff! And there will be three parts of this(or so I think). Enjoy the story!
Roles were as follows:
Charlie/New York- Chibiamerica
Tex/Texas- Fanfictionfever (me!)
Arthur/England- Chibiamerica
Alfred/America- Fanfictionfever
Prussia- Chibiamerica
Not Awesome Behavior
Chapter 1
Charlie, a state no physically older than five, toddled around the large hallway of the white house, looking for his brother to play with. He peeked into the Texan's room, blond curls bouncing around playfully as he found his brother. Quickly, he ran over and brought the other into his embrace, hugging his tightly. "Hi!"
Tex, as he preferred to be called, wiggled not liking hugs very much. "Hey, stop it." Though he was only a little older than Charlie he liked to think that he was a tough man.
The child's eyes welled with tears at the rejection. "Tex is mean!" He wailed, pouting as he let go. Charlie loved to hug and if you didn't let him, you got a temper tantrum till you did.
"Too bad, you know I don't like hugs," Tex said and sneered. "Go get one of the girls."
"Hmpf." The small blond crossed his arms. "I don't wanna! They'll kiss me... yucky!" He bantered, not liking Tex's request.
"I don't care what you do, just don't hug me." Tex replied. He stayed away from his overly affectionate sisters most of the time himself.
Charlie decided to change subjects, not enjoying the current one. Besides he came for a purpose. "Play?" He asked, hoping his brother would stop being such a meanie, rather spend a little time with him.
"I guess." Tex didn't have a problem with that, he wasn't doing anything that important.
"Yay!" The Yankee child took his brother's hand and attempted to drag him out of the room. "Come on!" He shouted, finding Tex a bit too heavy to pull around. Sometime the blond hated being so small in comparison.
"Where are we going?" Tex didn't like to be dragged and he like to know where they were going.
"I wanna go outside!" Charlie replied with a smile, dropping his brother's hand before he annoyed the other again.
"We should play baseball!" Tex said getting exited. Much like his father, he really enjoyed a game of catch, it didn't matter who he was with.
Charlie laughed and clapped his chubby little hands together. "Okay!" He agreed, loving to play games in general. He wasn't very good at it now, but he always hoped that when he got bigger and stronger, he would be just as good as the New York Yankees.
"Let me go get my ball and glove," Tex said running back to his room. The brunet had an official bat as well, but they didn't need it at that time.
The New Yorker waited patiently outside the room, his thumb raising into his mouth by nature. Charlie's father always tried to break the thumb sucking habit, but it wasn't the easiest thing to do. He still acted a little bit younger than his physical age sometimes.
On their way back the Texan slammed into some one. "Hey," He said looking up, recognizing the man as a nation. The older child frown not liking this particular nation all that much.
Charlie looked up frightened, the older nations seemed to tower over him. He quickly hid behind his brother's back, looking up with large eyes at who he recognized to be Mr. England. "H-Hi..."
The scruffy nation looked down at who bumped into him and smiled slightly. "Oh, 'ello there, do you know where your father is?" He asked, unable to find where their idiotic father had gone.
Tex wasn't afraid though, in fact he had a naughty idea. "Nope, didn't see him yet today." He lied smoothly.
Charlie gasped slightly, their Dad was there at breakfast this morning. "That's not... " He then stopped, noticing his brother's look.
Arthur on the other hand hadn't noticed the words that had begun to squeak out of the young Yankee's mouth and frowned. "Are you positive? Alfred told me to meet him here today..." Thinking it over, the man realized that Alfred might've forgotten or something like that.
"Yeah, he might still be around though," Tex continued, just wanting to throw the nation off slightly. "I don't think he said he was going anywhere." He still wanted to add a bit of doubt.
Arthur sighed, "Alright... I'll suppose I'll look for him. I'm not going to have flown down here for nothing..." Arthur rambled, thinking of the earful he was going to give Alfred for this one. "Thank you though children, have fun."
"W-We will..." Charlie said softly, his head peeking out from the side of his brother.
"See ya!" Tex said as innocently as he could.
Charlie watched as the Brit walked down the hall away from them, on his aimless search for their father. He suddenly started freaking out, realizing what his brother had done. "You lied! You lied! Why did you lie?" The blond wasn't one that was use to being naughty, and he knew that lying was really, really, naughty.
"Shut up," Tex covered his younger brother's mouth with his hand. "I did it so we could have some fun." He didn't want his brother to yell and get him caught.
The small child struggled in his brother's grip. "I can't breath you meanie!" The blond shouted as soon as he was free while trying to push his brother off completely.
Though, his ears perked up at the mention of the word 'fun'. He wonder what the brunt child was thinking. He thought about the baseball that his brother was still holding.
Tex threw his stuff down and grabbed him roughly, "I told you to shut up."
Charlie wasn't having that, he started screaming and throwing a fit. "Daddy!" The boy wailed, hoping his father would come to his rescue.
The older boy wasn't going to let that happen, he tackled the other and said, "Don't be a sissy,"
The puffy-eyed child sniffled, close to crying because he was tackled to the ground. "I'm n-not a sissy! You're mean!" He retorted, his legs kicking back and forth quickly under his brother. Why did Tex have to be so much stronger too!
"Hey, what's going on here?" Alfred asked stumbling upon the children. He was more than use to little fights breaking out all the time, and mostly let them go. That is as long as they were just for play and not serious.
"Nothing," Tex said quickly, but he didn't let his brother go.
Charlie whined, "Daddy! Get him off me!" His blond locks were sprawled all over the place as he tried to wiggle from beneath his big brother.
Alfred grabbed Tex and yanked him off, being careful so that he didn't hurt either kid in the process. "Okay, what's going on you two?" He didn't like this, it seemed like it wasn't just a playful scuffle.
"It's just cause he's too big of a sissy to shut up!" Tex snapped and squirmed to get out of his father's grip.
Charlie's bottom lip quivered and he sat up on the ground, trying not to cry. "I-I'm not a sissy!" He told him again, his little fists balling up.
"Are too," Tex glared, not liking his younger sibling that much at the moment.
"Hey, now." Alfred said sternly, letting the Texan go. "That's enough."
The blond couldn't help but break out in tears. "B-bu-but...I'm not!" He cried, his cheeks puffing out in pout. "M-Mean! Big meanie!"
Alfred picked up his younger one instantly and started to rock him to calm the child down, "It's okay Charlie." He knew this was just a childish fight, but he also knew that it was a big deal to the kids. Which is why he had to put an end to it.
Texas just rolled his eyes. He didn't do anything that bad to Charlie.
"He's mean daddy!" Charlie exclaimed, wrapping his arms around his father's neck. Usually, he and Tex got along rather well. But the child didn't like being made fun of, especially from someone he loved. He buried his face in the crook of Alfred's neck, getting cranky. After all, he was still very small and his body grew tired fast.
"Hey, no more name calling," Alfred lightly scolded, meaning it for both boys.
Tex just stuck his tongue out when he was sure that his father wasn't looking. He couldn't believe that Charlie was acting like such a baby.
Charlie didn't want to fight anymore, but he didn't see his brother stick out his tongue either. The blond kicked his legs within his father's grip, complaining. "Ah... I want down!" He told Alfred with a whine, knowing that if he was held any longer he would fall asleep. "Please Daddy, I want down now!"
"Calm down," Alfred said setting him to his feet gently. "So no more fighting, right?"
"Yeah Dad," Tex said just to please the man. He knew better than to fight when Alfred was around or leave marks that proved that it was him.
"Okay Daddy!" The New Yorker smiled and thought about giving Tex a hug to make up, but he knew better and just clung to his father's leg.
Suddenly he remember what happened before the fight. "Oh, Mr. England was lookin' for you! But we didn't know where you was!" He said, informing Alfred while forgetting about his brother's plans to have some sort of fun.
Alfred smiled, "Really?" He ruffled the child's hair. "Better go find the old man then." He started off down the hall, looking for the Brit.
Tex glared at his brother, "Why'd ya tell him that?
As soon as their father left, Charlie was surprised his brother was still mad at him and backed up. "Because I thought he would want me to! I'm sorry!" He squeaked, not wanting to talk too loud. He didn't want Alfred to have to come and save him again, that would only give Tex another reason to think he was a sissy.
Texas wasn't so forgiving, "You messed everything up, baby." He spat out an even worst insult.
The smaller boy cringed at the harsh words his brother barked out towards him. "B-But..." He tried not to cry, but the Texan looked so much bigger and scarier then he had previously. Charlie backed up even further till his back was against the hallway wall. "I d-didn't mean to... " The whine he made seemed helpless and he wished Alfred hadn't left the room. Now he had no one to protect him.
Tex felt a bit of guilt seeing how afraid Charlie looked. But the proud inner Texan wouldn't let him show it at all.
Hot tears leaked down the little boys face and his short legs trembled beneath him. "I'm s-sorry..." He tried again, his light blue eyes seeming like glass.
Tex started to walk away, he wasn't going to hurt Charlie. But he wasn't going to stick around either. The boy was quite skilled in not getting caught, because he'd surly catch it from Alfred if the man came back now.
As soon as the little boy saw his brother start to walk away, he ran as fast as his tiny feet would take him in the direction he saw his father go. "I'm telling Daddy!" he exclaimed, fright still clearly evident in his voice.
"Shit," Tex mumbled as he turned around to ran after his brother. He couldn't have Charlie telling on him.
The blond gasped at the use of naughty language. "You said a bad word!" He exclaimed, getting scared that his brother was running after him. He knew the Texan was faster and a whole lot stronger, just the thought made the tears fall heavier.
