Title: Redistricting
Characters: America, Britain
Challenge: Prompt: Cooperation
Bonus Words: peace, stubborn, willing, friend
Rating: K+ for language
Summary: America's glasses were having trouble redistricting.
A/N: I'm a University girl now, and I'm taking US & TX Government & Politics II, and we covered the TX Legislature today. My professor was lecturing about redistricting and all that hubb-bubb that goes on, so this popped up in my head. I'm actually…applying what I learned to my everyday life now. Weird.
"You should try one of my shakes, dude. You'll really like them 'cause they taste so awesome," America told Britain before he placed a straw in his mouth and began to drink his shake.
"No, thanks, fatass. I'd rather drink tea. A gentleman does not eat greasy fast food," Britain replied as he turned his attention to anywhere but America and his shake. At least he didn't force him to enter McDonald's and was glad that America actually brought his food home. He and America were friends, but even Britain had a limit.
"Don't knock it till you try it, Britain. You know you want some," he said, offering his straw. His face lost that energetic spark, though, as he heard a sudden crack, which came from his glasses. They cracked all on their own, without needing anyone to hit them.
"Uh, your glasses just broke," Britain pointed out as he stared incredulously at the cracks that were beginning to form every other way. America removed his glasses and examined them.
"Ah, stupid Texas. Can't you just solve your dumb redistricting problems already? Geez," America complained as he tried fixing the glasses with his stare. The material was not willing to cooperate with the nation.
"Wow, and here I thought your states had some peace after your Civil War," Britain commented sarcastically.
"Nah, it's the census doing its crap. If this doesn't stop, I don't know who else will be my glasses. I already talked to Texas and he didn't listen. Stubborn cowboy."
Britain gave him a look of pity. "I wonder what will happen to your country at this rate, America."
America placed his glasses on the table where he and Britain were and continued to sip his shake. "I don't know. My boss will handle it. Just as long as McDonald's doesn't run out of shakes, then I'll be fine."
"At least fix your glasses!" Britain exclaimed.
"Even if I fix them, the gerrymandering won't stop!" America said with a whiny face.
Britain sighed. He tried his best raising him. The rest was all America's doing.
Only in Hetalia can we make fun of logic and it's actually funny. By the way, for those of you that don't know why I addressed America's glasses as Texas, just so you know, his glasses represent the state. XD R/R, plz. Support is love!
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