Oregon blinked his eyes open and looked up to notice Washington's face a little too close to his. He blinked slowly.
"Carly...I think you're a little too close..." he pointed out. He liked her and all, but he liked his space a little more. Washington laughed.
"Sorry, Jack. I was just asessing the situation." She smiled playfully. "And by 'the situation', I mean this." She straightened up and gestured to him and the couch; which he had just realized was California's. The realization made him straighten quite quickly. So quickly, in fact, that he had knocked his forehead into Washington's, sending her tumbling backwards off of the couch and onto the floor.
"What the hell, Jack? Don't you know that your headbutt is super effective on me? And about everyone else?" she asked, rubbing a dark bruise on her forehead.
"You do realize where you laid me, right?" Oregon asked, rubbing his own forehead.
Washington stared at him in response. "Yes, so?"
"Do you know what the hell she DOES on this couch, right?" he asked again, cringing.
"At least I didn't lay you on her bed." she shuddered. "I don't even want to think about the crap she does on THAT."
He nodded. "Well, that's a good reason," He shifted on the couch so he was sitting. "And, um...why where you 'asessing' me, Washington? What were you asessing about me?"
Said state shrugged. "I wanted to know if you were okay. Basically, I wanted to see if you didn't hit anything when you fainted."
He nodded. "Oh. Okay."
Washington shifted into a more comfortable position on the couch. "So...while you where fainted, I moved your stuff in here."
He flinched. "My stuff isn't in her room, right?"
"Nope. I put your stuff in the guest room."
"The one she didn't f-"
"Yeah. The one she never touched."
Oregon sighed in relief. "So, is Woody here?" Just as he said it, the beaver leaped onto his lap.
"I'm here!" he squeaked, nuzzling into Oregon's chest. Oregon patted Woody's head, smiling.
Washington got off of the couch. "So, s
eeing that you're okay, I'll be leaving."
Oregon waved. "I'll call you if I need help, okay?"
Washington nodded. "Yeah. Bye!"
"Bye."
"Bye!"
California yawned as she got out of the plane. She looked at America.
"Hey, America, where's the luggage kept again?" America, who was leaning against the plane and stuffing his mouth with burgers, replied, but his words where butchered due to his daily stuffing-burgers-in-the-mouth ritual.
"What was that, America?"
America swallowed and patted a compartment in the side of the plane. "Right here, Cali."
California opened up the compartment, and her eyes where met with a pair of kiwi green ones.
"Hawaii? What the hell are you doing here?"
The little girl giggled. "I wanted to see where Daddy and you are going." she answered innocently.
America smiled, picked up Hawaii and spun around. "Hawaii~! How's my little girl?!"
Hawaii squeaked with laughter. "Aloha, Daddy! I'm doing awesome~!"
America stopped spinning and cradled her. "You're so cute~!"
California rolled her eyes. This was going to be a LOOOOONG day.
OOC: Well, this is the end of Chapter Three.
And no, Cherry, I'm not. I'm introducing them by how well I know each state. Like, since I've lived in both California and Washington, and I'm pretty close to Oregon, I introduced those states first. And I know enough about Hawaii to know how her personality will be.
