Alright everyone, you know the drill. I own nothing besides my OC, Texas. If you're interested in me continuing the story, please review.


The morning had started rather quietly for the State, allowing her to contemplate the effects of the drought on her home and ways to make things better. Even though she had a good job market due to the oil fields popping up, the farmers and the land were suffering. Her eyes closed, lightly callused fingers beginning to rub at her temples. Suddenly, she heard the door thrown open and heaved a sigh, knowing who it was.

"Texie!"yelled the voice of her Country, the U.S.A., who happened to refer to himself as America."I have this great new idea to get the money rolling back in!"

"Does it have anything to do with superheroes, or hamburger chains?"She asked, shooting him a somewhat disgusted look.

He looked at her warily for a second, then moved his nose to the notebook he held in hand. Flipping through the pages, he chucked it to the side as he answer.

"Of course not!"He shouted happily, laughing away the awkward feeling.

Rolling her eyes, Texas stood from her comfortable chair and moved over to him.

"Honestly, you should talk to China about your debts, maybe cut a few of those overly excessive military funds."She said, shaking her head lightly and putting a hand on his shoulder.

"B-but... They aren't excessive!"he said, pouting and looking away."I'm the hero and I've gotta have a badass military!"

"There we are with the hero talk again... Really, seems to me like the hero needs a hero of his own."Rose said, sighing and removing her hand from his person before heading to the fridge.

Opening the fridge, she grabbed a beer and popped the top before putting the lip to hers. Beer was a nice way for her to ignore the overly-childish country. She often told Alfred she would 'Put this 'ere bottle upside yer 'ead if ya bother me when ah'm drinkin'.' Alfred often respond with a light look of disbelief and continue his ramblings regardless. This often resulted in her leaving her chair to push him out the door, sometimes even with her booted foot.

Her mind was quickly dragged back to the 'here and now' by the male's voice.

"I miss having you as my glasses, Texie."He said, pouting and attempting a puppy-dog eyes type of face.

"Yes, I suppose not having me as your glasses is different, but I really do not want to be stuck on your face..."she said, rubbing her temples and downing the rest of her beer in a few gulps.

She narrowed her eyes lightly and stood after the bottom of the beer bottle made a rather abrupt collision with the surface of the side table. As she stood, she shook her head briefly before grabbing Alfred by the ear and pulling him close.

"I'm beginning to wonder if there was any reason besides protection that I joined you Alfred."she muttered, letting go of his ear to allow him rub the injured cartilage.

"But Texie... I'm the hero, everyone loves a hero!"he said, somewhat loudly but with a tinge of pouting lent to the words."Come on, admit that you love being my State. Hell, you know I get lonely by myself. If you left..."

"Well, it's not quite begging, but I suppose I can accept that as the great USA humbling himself before someone who is not holding a McDonald's hostage."She said, shaking her head lightly."I'm staying; you know I could never leave you Alfred. You need me too much."

"I don't need you, I'm the hero!"He said, not quite realizing his mistake until he was holding onto his shin.

"Idiot... I try to have a serious conversation and he says something like that..."she muttered, appearing quite content with talking to herself for the time being.


Ah yes, once again, if you're interested, please review. I am also looking for Hetalia roleplayers to help me with my muse. Mostly an America, I have a France who is contributing to a story about young Texas.

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