A/N
This is something I've had on my mind for a while now. I've read bunches of States AUs, but they usually end up focusing on only or two states, and I want to void that.
Plus, authors always forget my home state. Not only does it make me angry, but it also makes me sad. Now i know how Canada feels. *sighs* No one ever forgets the Original 13, or California. Or Louisiana. Or... Florida. Haha... I'm not funny.
Anyway, at first these are just going to be drabbles about the States. Each drabble will focus on 2+ States and their mischievous attitudes. At the end of each drabble, there might be a cameo of a couple of other States. Don't panic, they'll get a drabble of their own later on. They're just their either for my own amusement or to help explain the plot of the drabble they cameo in. Or both. Most commonly both.
Each chapter will contain 4+ drabbles to cut down the number of chapters before the actual plot begins-aka, when the States meet the nations. So I'm thinking there will be 10 to 15 chapters before their existences are revealed.
Well, enjoy~
Texas kicked his feet back and forth in the water, sitting on an old dock on his property. The sun beat down on him, but he was protected from the heat by his brown cowboy hat. He wore a dark blue button down shirt, and his jeans were rolled up to his knees. His signature cowboy boots were discarded to the side of him, several feet away.
The water before him was a murky blue, the reflecting sky merging with the mud at the bottom of the lake. Fish swam beneath the water, relaxed and unsuspecting of any fishing hooks.
Which was good for them, because Texas didn't plan on fishing today.
A gentle breeze continuously blew through the valley that the lake was located in, ruffling the lake water into miniature waves. Texas closed his sky blue eyes and inhaled, relishing the scent of Texas freedom.
In the distance, he could hear his horses whiny and neigh as they grazed on the green grass, going about their day. Moos from his cows were there, too, but from the other side of the lake, where many stood.
A creak on the end if the dock told him that the one he's been expecting had arrived.
"Hey-a, Mex," he said, not bothering to turn around.
"Hi," New Mexico replied, and he walked over to Texas. He kicked off his own boots and set them next to Texas's, abs then rolled up his jeans. He then plopped down next to his friend and stuck his feet in the water.
"Nice day out," New Mexico commented, looking at the cloudless sky above them. His hazel-green eyes sparkled, and his golden brown hair was highlighted in the sun.
"Yeah. Perfect for just smooth relaxation," Texas agreed.
"We should go boating sometime," New Mexico stated.
"You wanna stick around long enough to do so tamarra'?" Texas asked.
"Wouldn't mind it a lick," New Mexico said.
The two then say in silence for a bit, until New Mexico's phone beeped. The young man pulled it from his pocket and then paled, "Ay Dios."
"What?" Texas asked.
"I accidently let it slip to Utah where I was goin' for the day," New Mexico started, "and he may have told Mexico..."
"Mierda, 'ay Dios' was right!" Texas cried, his face rapidly paling.
"¿Tejas?" a shrill, cheerful Mexican accented voice called out. "¿Nuevo Mejico? I know you're out here, ¡niños! Come talk to Madre!"
"Should we run, Clyde?" New Mexico asked in slight fear.
"Do the British like tejano music?" Texas asked in return
"No," New Mexico stated.
"There's your answer, George," Texas shivered.
"We're doomed." The two latched onto each other at that statement.
"That we are."
"Ah-ha! I've found you, ¡niños!"
The two screeched in fear as Mother-Bear Mexico hugged them from behind.
Meanwhile in Arizona, Utah and Colorado were snickering to themselves after ratting Texas and New Mexico out to Mexico in Arizona's living room.
"What are you two fools laughing about?" Arizona demanded as he walked in from the kitchen.
"Nothing, Jordan!" the two replied in unison, only making themselves look more guilty.
"As long as I wasn't a part of it," Arizona sighed as he left the room, shaking his head.
The two mischievous states still in the room looked at each other and simultaneously fell into a fresh wave of giggles.
((I'mTheHero))
"Sh-h!" hissed Ohio to West Virginia, who kept giggling as if he were a girl. The two were out in the dark of night in Wisconsin, right in front of said State's house. They were hiding in the bushes, Ohio holding a can of orange spray paint. "If you keep this up, I'm not bringing you along next time!"
"Okay, okay!" West Virginia quietly cried out, never wanting to be left out of a good prank. "I'll shut up."
"Good," Ohio rolled his eyes and stood up from the bushes. He looked around the perimeter of Wisconsin's house, noting that all the lights in the building were off. Nodding to himself, he deemed it safe and ran forward, gesturing for West to do the same.
West Virginia gave a small snicker, but nothing else. They made it to the east side of the house and Ohio popped off the lid of the spray can after shaking it.
"Don't I get to do anything?" West whined as Ohio pulled his shirt over his nose.
"You're my lookout," Ohio replied instantly, starting to vandalize Wisconsin's house.
"Hmph!" West pouted, crossing his arms. "Next time, I'll bring glitter so I can actually do stuff."
"You do that," Ohio replied, distracted.
West Virginia gave another noise of irritation at being ignored, but didn't bother replying. After a few minutes, Ohio stepped back, proud of his work.
"Dad's gonna kill us when he finds out," West commented.
"Only after Wisconsin gets to us, so we'll already be dead when Dad comes after us."
"That doesn't make me feel better," West said. "Let's go. Don't wanna tempt fate anymore than we already have."
"Yeah," Ohio agreed. "Let's get out of here."
"You wanna stop at Michigan's and write something on his house?" West suggested, knowing Ohio wouldn't be able to resist agreeing.
"This is why I keep you around," Ohio said gleefully, shaking the can up some more with an evil grin as they walked to Ohio's car.
The next morning, Wisconsin woke up and saw that outside his house, "BROWNS RULE" was spray-painted on the side of his house. Michigan woke up to a yellow sticky note on his forehead with reading, "How's the job at Chrysler going?" and his bedroom wall reading, "EUCHRE ISN'T A THING," and "OHIO STATE ROCKS, BITCH!"
That morning, two simultaneous cries of "OHIIIIIOOOOOO!" echoed seemingly endlessly.
((I'mTheHero))
Kansas and Arkansas really, really, really couldn't stand one another sometimes.
It wasn't because of rivaling football teams or anything of that sort.
It wasn't because of border wars, because they didn't even border each other.
Oh, no; it was because of their names.
They were so damn similar in spelling! Nearly everyday, the two heard from other states: "Oh, look! It's Ar-Kansas!" or "Hey, there's Kan-saw!" and they blamed each other for it.
(Not only that, but they both look very similar, too, which only makes things worse. Both had brown eyes and blond hair. They could be twins, and they hated it.)
Because of this, the two refused to acknowledge each other by their human names, Harper and Lloyd (Arkansas and Kansas). They would just glare at each other and then bitingly spit out the other's state name.
Truth be told, it got old. And fast, too. DC constantly got complaints from the other States because of it, and DC-being the blubbering mess he is-quickly became overwhelmed in the more modern times since they could complain more often to him because of easier communications. He tried to talk it out with the two States and act as a mediator, but soon enough he was sporting a black eye after getting between the two of them thirty seconds into the "peace talk." He went crying to America and America had to straighten things out.
"You two need to stop your ceaseless fighting," America had scolded, glaring at the two immature States. "DC came to me, wearing a black eye and sobbing about how you two wouldn't stop fighting and it was all his fault. You know how sensitive your older brother is!"
"We're sorry," the two replied guiltily, but not because of their fighting; rather, because they hit DC. Despite him being older than several States, he was around fourteen-years-old, human-wise, at least. (As stated earlier, he was also a blubbering mess.) His youth came from being just a district rather than a state, like the others.
"Don't apologize to me," America said, "Apologize to each other, and then DC."
"Right," Kansas said as Arkansas groaned out, "Fine." The two turned to each other and bit out, "I'm... sorry," as if it physically pained them.
"Now, go apologize to your brother," America commanded. "I expect y'all to behave. I've got a plane to catch. DC is in charge, as usual.
Before he left the room, he called out, "Bye boys, love you!" to which the two States grumbled a reply.
They stood in silence together for a few moments, and then Arkansas said, "I'm willing for a temporary truce to get revenge on the States who call us differing variations of the other, if you're game."
A thoughtful gaze entered Kansas's face, "A truce, you say? Do tell."
Arkansas grinned and said, "They all think we hate each other. I propose we start acting all buddy-buddy and see how long it takes for them to prepare for the apocalypse."
"Ark," Kansas began, "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful truce."
The two shook hands, and a week later, when America returned from the World Conference, he was surprised to find over twenty of his States barricaded in his main house's basement, crying about "the end of life as we all know it" and "I think they may have broken Oklahoma!"
Sadly for him, this was his daily life.
( I'mTheHero ) )
"Cazzo!" a curse rang loudly throughout the house. An angry Italian-American stood with a scowl plastered on his face, quickly turning red. Laughing on the floor was another man, one who was surely about to die.
Rhode Island was, of course, the angry American-Italian man. He stood short and thin, but ready to beat the laughing idiot on the floor to death-New York, that one was.
The reason for Rhode Island's rage was clear: New York had spilled Rhode Island's favorite drink-Del's Frozen Lemonade-all over his lap, as well as his clam cakes! My clam cakes! What kind of monster just does that?
"You-You!" Rhode Island didn't have words for how upset he was. "You bastard! I'm going to murder you!" My mistake; he does.
"Please don't kill me!" he begged (he and Vermont were the only ones afraid of pushing Rhode Island too far; they know that size really doesn't matter when it comes to Rhodey). "Howie, bro, you know I love ya!"
"You spilled my lemonade! My clam cakes! I'll kill you!" was Rhode Island's response.
New York screamed at the fiery voice and continued running around the house, Rhode Island chasing after him, throwing Italian curses at the man angrily.
Upstairs, Connecticut locked the door to the guest room he was staying in and shook his head. He muttered to himself, "If York is so afraid of Rhodey, why does he continue to torture him?"
It wasn't meant to be answered, but another scream still resounded throughout the house, sounding remotely like, "YOLO!"
A/N
Euchre is a card game played in Michigan, and it's apparently very complicated. I don't think I spelled it right... But anyway, Ohio is rivals with Michigan. Just like how Kansas has a rivalry with Arkansas. I'm not entirely sure on that one, but my best friend, who is from Kansas, explained to me that people from Kansas think that those from Arkansas are all inbred idiots, while people from Arkansas think that people from Kansas are wimpy babies. Also, if you're ever in Arkansas, say that you like the Razorbacks. Just do it, because according to said friend from Kansas, will be shunned if you say otherwise. It doesn't matter how old you are, you will be shunned.
Also, there's apparently a stereotype that everyone from Michigan works at Chrysler or some other automobile related dealy.
Anyway, so far my favorite State is Rhode Island. According to my research, people from Rhode Island mostly have Italian roots, so I just had to base Rhodey off Romano. Heck, from what I read, stereotypical Rhode Islanders's first words are usually Italian curse words! Oh, yes, Rhodey is definitely my favorite so far. I imagine his relationship with NY is similar to Spain's and Romano's.
Moving on, here are the human names of the States mentioned so far:
Texas-Clyde
New Mexico-George
Arizona-Jordan
Utah-Lee
Colorado-Michael
Ohio-Tom
West Virginia-Steve
Wisconsin-Mark
Michigan-Taylor
Kansas-Lloyd
Arkansas-Harper
DC-Bill (I'm probably going to change this one)
Rhode Island-Howard
New York-Palmer
Connecticut-Jonathan (or just John)
The States are named after people who were either born there or spent a significant amount of time there, or even had some sort of impact on the State. Guess who was named after who in reviews if you'd like :)
Anyway, I don't care if you send in requests in reviews/PMs for what States you want to see next, but don't send in OCs please. I already have names and genders and personalities planned out.
I'm sorry if the A/Ns felt longer than the drabbles, but I needed to explain things. Next update, there will be more drabbles than A/Ns, I solemnly swear.