Michigan led the ten countries through a series of hallways, into the left wing of the house.
"This is the left wing 1a, '1' because it's the first floor, 'a' because it's the front of the wing. Left wing 1a is the guest area; left wing 1b is the servants' area. Right wing 1a is Dad's office, and right wing 1b has the offices of some of the oldest states. Center 1 is the middle area, that's where the living room, kitchen and dining room are. The first nine rooms are for you guys, there should be some pajamas for you, some food, and a toothbrush. I'll be back for you in the morning," Michigan explained to the countries before walking away.
"Oh yeah, there's also a key on the bedside table! You guys might wanna to lock your doors!" Michigan informed them before disappearing around a corner.
The countries exchanged looks.
"Ve, Germany what did you think she meant by that?" Italy asked. Romano rolled his eyes.
"She's just trying to scare us. You all heard what Virginia said, or are you bastards all deaf now too?" Romano said before going into one of the rooms.
"Ja, Romano is right," Germany agreed. "I think we have nothing to worry about. We should all get some rest, tomorrow is probably going to be a crazy day." The other countries nodded in agreement, and they all picked a room to stay in.
The rooms were nearly identical, the only difference being how the room was laid out. Each room had a full sized bed, a closet, a table, a chair, a small bathroom, and a desk. On each bed was a folded pair of American flag pajamas and a toothbrush. Each room also had a window and were all painted a beige color.
The ten countries may have settled into their respective rooms, but they were far from going to sleep. They all had thoughts swirling around in their heads, and questions leaping the hurdles of inquisition.
England
England laid down on his bed, pajamas on, and began to ponder his current situation.
He wasn't sure what to make of this predicament. The thought of America having kids was crazy, let alone fifty of them! And to keep them a secret for so long? How was the hamburger-loving idiot he saw at the world meetings able to take care of that many kids, let alone hide them?
His thoughts drifted to the Revolutionary War, and he cringed. It had been years before he gained America's forgiveness, and even longer before he forgave himself. Now he had to do the same for fifty more people. The idea was headache-inducing.
He'd power through it, though. The prospect of being in a family again, even as just someone for advice, was too great to give up. His first goal was to get Michigan to like him. She may be the Frog's daughter but if he could get her to tolerate him, others would follow suit. He'd also have to keep tabs all the states. It would probably help his case if her made sure not to anger any of the more influential ones.
Planning complete, England drifted off, both nervous and excited for the following day.
Russia
Russia was overjoyed. He had thought for so long that Alaska had been lost to the frozen tundras of his territory, and now he had the opportunity to reclaim him! It was a little odd that he hadn't come Russian to him, but it was probably because Alaska didn't know he was here. Unless Alaska wasn't here. That might complicate things. Oh well, he could always intimidate the little tour guide America had assigned to them. He'd get his little подсолнечник (1) back, whether America liked it or not.
Japan
The states intrigued Japan. They made him wonder if any other countries had children they were hiding as well. He doubted it, though, since the more powerful countries didn't have any, so it wouldn't make sense for others to have them. Canada would be the only country he could think of having secret children, and that's only because Mr. America mentioned him.
The states would be interesting to meet. The combination of their other parent's traits and Mr. America's, along with their own people's culture would create unique people that Japan could learn a lot from. He silently wondered if he himself had any children. It seemed like there was a both fun and educational experience ahead of him.
The only worrying thing was meeting Hawaii. If some of the states could hold a grudge with Mr. England, Hawaii must certainly be upset with him. His only hope was to be able amends.
Japan sighed. He remembered when Mr. America stormed into his house. He was almost as scary as the atomic bombs dropped in 1945.
Poland
"This is, like, totally weird, who would have thought America would have, like, kids? America, of, like, all the people in the world. I would have thought, like, Finland would have a kid, or, like, something. Is Sealand, like, Finland and Sweden's kid? I'll have to ask," Poland thought aloud. "These pajamas are, like, totally outrageous, though. I have to get my own fabulous clothes back. Oh no!" Poland jolted up in bed.
"I have to wear, like, the same outfit, like, again tomorrow! This is horrible, but, like, at least, the other countries have the same, like, problem as me. Maybe I can, like, switch clothes with Italy or France, they're, like, the only ones here whose clothes are, like, as nice as mine," Poland despaired.
Prussia
Prussia grinned. Everyone had been so boring lately, and finding out that America had kids spiced it up perfectly! They would probably be just as crazy as the country they were a part of. Man, the next couple days were gonna be amazing! Getting dirt on everybody while receiving free entertainment? Hell yeah!
Prussia let lose his characteristic laugh, already planning how to corrupt the states' young minds.
Italy
On the excitement scale of one to ten, Italy was at least a twelve. He was so happy that America was letting theme stay in his house! It almost seemed certain that he would kick them out. The next few days were going to be amazing! Meeting new people was always super fun, especially if the people weren't big and scary. America's kids must be excited, too, since they've been isolated so long. He should invite them to his house! It'll be great! He hoped he had enough room for them all; America's house is really big. Oh, he'd finally have a reason to use all his pans at the same time! Romano always told him off for having so many, now he'll be eating his words.
Wondering what kind of food to cook first, the food-obsessed Italian fell asleep, drooling.
Germany
Germany puzzled over the states. America might be the only country with them, though he mentioned Canada, so he might have some too. There were far more questions than answers. Do the states age like the countries or do the age normally until they reach a certain age? Are they all teenagers? Just how did they pop up? And why were they a secret?
The blond-haired nation let out a long sigh. He's probably wasn't going to be well-received, especially if they payed attention to the world news. They probably did, so he'd be best to be as polite as possible, though he'd have to take notes on them. Perhaps they could answer some of the many questions he had. It be a little awkward asking about stereotypes, but remaining as impartial as possible would probably help his cause.
Plan solidified, Germany laid on his back, and closed his eyes.
Romano
Romano was quite disgruntled. He didn't see what was so interesting about the hamburger bastard's states. Most people knew at least two of the damn states, even in Europe. They were basically countries, obviously they'd be personified. Meeting them was pointless, since he didn't care what they were like as long as the food was good. Not having to do paperwork was an added bonus, so as long as Feliciano stayed, he would stay. Too tired to continue caring, the bad-tempered Italian crawled into bed.
Spain
Spain flopped onto his bed, gleefully grinning at the ceiling. He knew for a fact that he had children here, which made him even happier. Maybe some of them would be little, like Romano when he first arrived. He hoped so. There were rarely any young counties at the World Meetings, and often he wished there was a little kid running around and lifting the atmosphere with their childhood innocence. He also might be able to help America raise them. He had plenty of experience, and he certainly wouldn't mind acting as a nanny.
Far too excited to sleep, the dark-haired personification laid on his back, fantasizing about what it would be like as a nanny for 50 young children.
France
"Hon hon hon, Amérique has children? And they're all teenagers?" France wondered aloud. This was certainly interesting news. There were 25 couples in the waiting, all living together in one house. Unless they were related. That would definitely complicate things. He'd just have to get some of the more romantic states to help him out, probably one of his own kids.
Pushing the romantic thoughts aside, the blond nation focused his attention on on the family aspect of the situation. He was ecstatic about having some states that saw him as a parent. He wondered if America would let him help care for some of them. It'd be like when America and Canada were small, except there are forty-eight more children.
Having that many kids to take care of would certainly change a man, especially if you were keeping them a secret. It did explain why America was so hyper all the time, though. He doubted that the young country got any sleep, since he had to keep tabs on both several countries and several states.
France settled into bed, content with his conclusions, and fell asleep.
Next Morning
"Rise and shine guys! We gotta catch West before he high tails it to Florida!" Michigan hollered as she walked down the guest wing. "C'mon, up and at 'em! First one up gets dibs on breakfast!" she switched tactics and used food to lure the countries out.
Italy bolted out of his room. "Do you have pasta?" Michigan scratched the back of her head.
"Pasta is more of a lunch or dinner food, but go ahead and take whatever you want from the table." Michigan gestured to the table of food that had appeared in the hallway overnight. "And, no offense, but I'd really appreciate it if you put some more clothes," she said, averting her eyes.
Italy paused in his act of getting food, and slowly started to turn red. He dashed back into his room, face now resembling a tomato. A few minutes later a groggy Prussia stumbled out of his room, thankfully wearing pants, and grabbed a cup of coffee and a bagel before going back to his room. Then came Spain and Romano, Poland, then Russia and France; who all took food before retreating back to their rooms. England and Japan, however, came out of their rooms in real clothes, completely awake, and ready to go.
"Good morning!" England cheerfully greeted Japan and Michigan.
"Wow, you're really awake," Michigan comment as she sipped her coffee.
"I like to start the day freshly is all," England informed her.
"Alright," Michigan turned to Japan. "Hey, dude, you can eat you know."
"Oh yes, thank you. How long before we get started?"
"I'm guessing another half an hour or so." Japan nodded, visibly relieved.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm- yes, I'm fine," Japan mumbled. Michigan raised an eyebrow.
"Really? 'Cause you're shaking worse than a leaf in the fall. You nervous or somethin'? Got any questions you need to ask?"
"Yes, well, just one really, I was wondering…Do the states hate me?" he nervously questioned.
Michigan laughed and shook her head. "Do the states hate you? Aw man, that's a good one! Why would the states hate you?"
"I attacked Pearl Harbor, which I'm very sorry about."
"And we dropped two nukes on you, which we're also really sorry about, if anything, they should be worried about you hating them! Trust me, you're good Japan. Plus, we really like anime here."
Japan brightened. "Thank you very much, that is news I was hoping to hear."
"That's what I'm here for, well not technically, but whatever."
England also brightened up, if the states had gotten over Japan then surely they had forgiven him.
"So what about me? Do they states like me?" England asked hopefully. Michigan winced and turned back around.
"Let's just say that 'round the thirteen, if you don't talk you'll be okay." England's hopes dropped like a bomb.
"I guess I'll have to be content with having them not hate me," England thought dejectedly.
Michigan shifted awkwardly, "If it makes you feel any better, you can talk to me just fine, and the other states are cool with you," Michigan offered. England put on a fake smile.
"Well, that's certainly better than yesterday I suppose!" He exclaimed with false cheer. The three of them were saved from more awkwardness by the arrival of Germany.
"Do you have any wrust?" he asked as he approached them.
"Yeah, they're at the far end of the table," Michigan answered, thankful for the distraction. "Did you guys like clear your schedules or something? 'Cause youse guys should be pretty busy right?"
"That's not quite how it works, we don't control the country, but we do sit in on Legislative meetings and we're usually used as ambassadors. We are also there to make sure the person in charge knows the opinions of the people, and to read over new laws. It's not very hard to get time off," Germany explained.
"Really? Cool, we're directly involved in our government and so's dad. That's why we have so many offices, there's one for each state!"
"So did you clear your schedule for the month?" England asked.
"Nah, we don't tend to sit in on Legislative meetings, they're so boring. We review the laws they're talking about passing, write our own opinion of them, and send it to the government. We also have a meeting with the governor every two weeks; it's like a progress report but we help decide how things should go. Oh, and all the states tend to keep tabs on their bigger cities, and how things are going on there, usually we check over laws from those cities too," Michigan proudly told the countries.
"That seems like a very nice system, does it work well?" Japan asked.
"Yeah, it's great. Us states aren't all that powerful by ourselves, so this system keeps us involved and busy."
Over the next half an hour the other seven countries came out and joined them in the hallway.
"Which state will have the privilege of meeting my awesomeness today?" Prussia asked.
"We're going to the second floor; we need to catch West Virginia before he leaves, so follow me. Before I forget, I must know, did you guys find your pajamas comfortable?" Michigan inquired innocently. "They were scrounged up last minute."
"They were, like, soft and stuff, but I like need my own clothes. It's totally not cool to wear the same thing two days in a row," Poland complained.
"Oui, my own clothes are very special to me, and I'd like to have my own toothbrush," France agreed.
"A'ight, yeah, I feel you guys. We can go into town later, and I'll see if someone can send over your clothes," Michigan decided. Then she grabbed her phone and dialed a number.
"Hey Tony, so I have ten countries here….Yeah, I was surprised too! Anyway, they're gonna be meeting the states…Of course, I was stuck with the job…Yeah, so they're complaining that they want their own clothes and things, do you think you can get them?….Really?…Perfect. Thanks, Tony!…I'll see you later!" Michigan hung up. "Your things will be here first thing tomorrow morning. Now, we really need to get going."
Michigan led the countries back to the foyer where they saw a grand staircase. It was one of those staircases that had two ends and met in the middle, except between the two ends was a smaller building.
"That's the library, I forgot to mention it last night. Now, up we go!" Michigan informed them. They started up the steps that went around the library and ended up in a larger library.
"Um, like, are we in the, like, Twilight Zone or something?" Felix asked nervously.
Michigan laughed, "No, there's a library on every floor and the staircase from the previous floor empties out into the library. It's dad's way of getting us to read."
The countries followed Michigan out of the library, to see an amazing view of the front yard through a huge window.
"Oh, that's a pretty view," Italy commented. Michigan nodded and continued walking. She turned to the left, and then turned to the left again, then stopped to show the countries a corridor very similar to the one below them. However, this corridor held the bedrooms of the states, which were all different sizes, unlike the guest rooms which were all the same size, and they all had name tags taped, nailed, or glued to the doors. Michigan flung her arms out dramatically.
"This hallway is where the first fourteen states and West Virginia sleep! Since they have been around for obviously much longer than us younger states they have the honor of being on the second floor!" Michigan declared.
"Shut up Micky! Some of us are trying to sleep!" yelled a voice through a wall.
"At least, you didn't wake up to the sound of something exploding!" Michigan yelled back. She grinned at the countries. "They may have a better spot in the house, but their rooms are older so the walls are way thinner. If we were on the fourth floor none of its occupants would have heard me!"
Michigan started marching forward to West Virginia's room, which was really only a few steps away. West Virginia had a very nice plaque reading the name Virginia on it, and then there was a piece of paper taped in front of it that had the word 'West' scrawled on it. Michigan knocked on the door and then walked in.
"Bloody hell! What's wrong with you? You don't just walk into someone else's room!" yelled a clearly British voice.
The countries turned to England in confusion, who looked very surprised. "If England didn't say that then who did?" They all wondered as they entered the room. "West Virginia wouldn't have a British accent, would he?"
"At least I knocked this time!" Michigan defended herself.
"Knocking isn't enough, you have to wait for permission to enter. You're so lucky that I was already wearing pants!" The British man retorted.
"You're leaving in an hour, I figured you'd, at least, be dressed by now," Michigan responded. West Virginia opened his mouth to reply when he was interrupted by Russia clearing his throat.
"As very interesting as watching your argument is, let's get on to the point, da?" Russia intervened.
"Oh, right, the mission, sorry I get a bit carried away sometimes," Michigan muttered. "C'mon, turn around West! You get to be the first official state to meet the countries!"
"Well, don't I feel honored," the guy mumbled as he turned to face the countries. The countries' jaws dropped in shock as they went face to face with England's identical twin. West Virginia was an honest to God younger version of England.
"So countries of the world this is Will, Will these are the countries of the world," Michigan introduced the two groups, then she plopped onto Will's bed. "Now do some bonding, or whatever the hell you're here to do."
West Virginia straightened up. "As my dear sister has said, I am William Jones, West Virginia the 35th state." He looked at each country before stopping at one he recognized; after all, he saw the same face in the mirror every day. "You must be England, I've heard a lot about you." He grinned and stuck his hand out. "It's nice to meet you."
England was shocked. "You don't hate me?"
"Nah, I already said I'm the 35th state. All that crap was before my time. Now, old man, will you introduce me to your friends?" England nodded in agreement, so far so good. West Virginia likes him, and West Virginia even has a solid reason to not like him! This was all England could think about while he introduced the other nations.
"So West Virginia-"
"Will, call me Will. West Virginia sounds so stuffy."
"Okay, Will, who is your nation of greatest influence?" Germany asked formally. Will doubled over in laughter and Michigan snickered from the bed.
"Are you serious? Who is my nation of greatest influence? Can't you tell? It's written all over my face, I mean really, I look exactly like the guy," Will answered still chuckling.
Arthur's heart practically burst with joy, from what Michigan had said earlier he thought none of the states would like him! It turns she was wrong, he has a kid who does like him. The other nine countries were reeling over the thought of having two Englands.
"I would love to get to know you better Will, perhaps we can go out and get some tea sometime?" England offered.
"Tea? Thanks, but I have to say no. Dude, tea is gross. There's a pretty good burger joint in town, though, we can talk over burgers and fries if you're still here by the time I get back. If you're not here then I guess it wasn't meant to be." West Virginia shrugged indifferently and stood up.
The big nine countries all silently sighed in relief, Britain and West Virginia they may look alike but they had different personalities. They wouldn't have to worry about a state running around performing black magic after all.
"I guess I'll just have to stick around then," England replied.
"I guess so, good luck with the rest of my siblings. Most of them are cool, but a few of them hold really big grudges. You know the Revolution and 1812 were the only wars we were actually allowed to fight in, so they took it kind of personally," Will explained.
"You mean none of you have been in any wars since 1812?" Japan asked curiously, that would help explain why there weren't as angry with him.
"Officially, after 1812 dad banned us all from fighting in wars, but we all fought in the Civil War, and then we figured out how to sneak into battle with our troops," Will said.
"And it worked?"
"Of course not! Dad could feel when we left the country so, usually, we were only able to help a little on the field."
A loud guitar riff rang out from Will's pants then, and he did a weird dance spasm in the process of trying to get his phone out of his pocket.
"Will speaking...no, I've learned to answer the phone in my sleep. Why are you even calling me? You're literally two rooms away, don't tell me you're taking a shit. Chill, I was joking...oh, that's why you're calling? You should have just said so. Or you could have just yelled, I would have heard you. Blah, blah, blah...this ain't the Victorian Era sis, get with the times, act like a real teenager...I don't care if you're four hundred years old, it doesn't matter. Dad still acts like a normal person... Okay, that might have been a bit of an exaggeration... Yeah, I'll see you later."
West Virginia looked up from his phone to see the countries staring at him curiously.
"What?"
"The damn idiots want to know who was calling you," Romano answered lazily. West Virginia rolled his eyes.
"It was God, he wants me to attack France with a frying pan," he responded with mock seriousness. France shivered.
"Not again! What does God have against me?" He cried out in frustration, the other countries looked at him in confusion.
"Big brother, are you saying God has had someone attack you before?" Italy asked.
"Hungry is terrifying, you know." France shuddered. Spain and Prussia patted him back in comfort.
"It's okay amigo, West Virginia was just joking, I think," Spain said.
"Seriously, though, what did Liz want?" Michigan asked, getting back to the topic.
"Our flight was changed, we're taking the two o'clock plane. Ugh, I got up early for nothing!"
"Imagine how we feel, the awesome me needs his awesome sleep," Prussia complained.
"Bruder, that makes you sound like a girl," Germany commented.
"Non, everyone knows you need a good amount of sleep to look good," France disagreed.
"You bloody idiot, only girls worry about their appearance based on how much sleep they got!" England exclaimed.
"I'm mildly offended," Michigan muttered from the bed. She was ignored.
"Me too! Your appearance is important!" Poland protested.
"Si, Grandpa Rome taught Romano and me to always look our best!" Italy agreed.
"Well, at least, I look nice, people like it when you look nice. It's a key way to getting girls. Speaking of girls, when was the last time you had one?" France asked England innocently.
England bristled, he was ready to throw a punch when Spain interrupted him.
"Stop fighting mi amigos! We're supposed to be on peaceful terms here!" Spain pleaded.
"Da, we have company as well," Russia agreed.
The countries all turned to look at Will who was watching with partial amusement and awe. "Micky, they're just like the states," he whispered behind his hand. Of course, all the countries heard him, but they pretended they didn't hear.
"We are very sorry about starting that little fight," Japan apologized.
"Yeah, it was totally uncool," Poland added.
"Please don't be mad!" Italy yelped.
"It's cool, don't worry, I'm used to fighting," Will informed them.
"I guess we should leave you to finish packing," Germany decided.
"If you guys want to, I'm going to go back to sleep, then Ginny will bang on my door and I'll have to finish packing. It was nice to meetcha."
"I agree, and I most certainly look forward to meeting you again," England said. The rest of the countries said goodbye in a less formal way, except for France who clasped Will's hand in both of his own and gave a more dramatic goodbye.
Will shook his head and muttered something about him being a true Frenchie
Michigan sighed and rolled off the bed. "See ya 'round West."
"Later Michie."
xXxHetaliaxXx
A few minutes later they were all gathered in the guest wing again.
"It's only 6:30, so most of the other states won't be up for a few hours. You guys can go back to sleep, I'll meet you in the library at half past eleven then we can go into town," Michigan said. Then she just vanished, okay she didn't vanish, but she left really quickly. Italy and Romano yawned in unison.
"That damn mitten bastard, waking us up super early to meet some punk bastard only to tell us to go back to sleep a few minutes later," Romano grumbled as he slumped back to his room, with Italy doing the same. After a few more minutes the rest of the countries followed suit.
A few hours later, the countries were gathered in front of the library and they were beginning to feel rather frustrated.
"Where the bloody hell is that girl?" England bellowed.
"Ja, it's not cool to keep my awesomeness waiting," Prussia agreed.
"Perhaps she was just held up, or is making an important phone call," Japan suggested
"Si, Japan is right!" Spain added. Everyone was silent until they noticed that a fifth of the group was missing.
"Where did Italy and Romano go?" Germany asks a moment later.
"Weren't you paying attention? They, like, totally went into the like library," Poland answered.
"Why are they in the library?" Germany asks.
"Hon hon hon, perhaps they wanted some alone time... if you know what I mean," France suggested. Prussia snickered at Japan, who looked horrified, and England smacked France's face.
"Don't be ridiculous. We better go get them, though," England sighed.
The remaining four-fifths of the group trooped into the library only to see Michigan sitting and chatting with North and South Italy.
"OMG, so were you like in here the entire time Michigan? That's so not cool, we were totally waiting for you," Felix complained.
"You were waiting for me? I was waiting for you guy for a good forty-five minutes!" Michigan exclaimed, relieved that they were finally here. Romano rolled his eyes.
"I think you bastards are deaf after all," Romano commented.
"Si, she said to met in the library!" Italy agreed. "I forgot too, but then Romano reminded me!" Italy said cheerfully.
The little ragtag group of eleven left the library and was so close to leaving the house, but they were deterred. They had reached the foyer and were steps from leaving when some flew by and their guide was knocked down by…another state?
"Michigan! Thank God I found you, that was close too. It would have been awful if I missed you, really awful, horribly awful," the person rambled.
"Yo, Nevada, mind letting me get up?" Michigan asked. Nevada nodded jerkily, before rolling off her. "So what's up? and for God's sake stand up."
Nevada stood up, revealing what he looked like. He had tan skin and brown hair. He looked a lot like Spain, except for his bright blue eyes. Once he was standing you could also see that he was shaking uncontrollably.
"You have to help me, Ari found my new dealer and canceled the supplies. I'm fresh out and my new guy won't be able to get anything here for three days!" Nevada wailed.
"What is he talking about?"The countries wondered in unison.
"You want some joints," Michigan stated. Nevada nodded his head enthusiastically.
"Okay, how much do you have on you?" Nevada pulled his wallet out.
"I have twenty-five dollars," Nevada said
"A'ight, I'll give you twenty for twenty-five dollars, deal?" Michigan offered.
"Only if you agree to make a second deal when you get back, I can't last on just twenty," Nevada countered.
"Are we seriously witnessing a drug deal?" England and Japan wondered in shock.
"I wonder if I can get some of those joints later?" Prussia thought to himself.
"Deal, are you going to see the others?" Michigan agreed. The two states traded off items before Nevada glanced around nervously.
"Of course I am, you must use all your resources. Now, Michie, you're a good person, so I'm going to let you in on a little secret, be careful. They're out there, and they're coming," Nevada warned. Michigan chuckled.
"Thanks for the warning, and don't tell anyone that you got those joints from me."
"No problem," Nevada responded before darting off.
"And that, ladies and gentleman, was Tucker Jones. Las Vagas really did do him in," Michigan informed the group.
"You're really only hurting him by providing him with drugs," Japan told her.
"Oh don't worry about Nevada, everyone sees this side of him, but he has a couple different faces. You'll meet him again, just you wait."
"Ja, ja, Nevada is a druggie. Are you really surprised? What I want to know is why he was getting his drugs from you," Prussia questioned with a "can I have some?" face.
"It's actually marijuana," Michigan corrected, and she gave him a small nod.
"That still doesn't answer the fucking question you asshole!" Romano yelled. He didn't really care, but all this going back and forth and vague answers were annoying him.
"Okay, there are twenty states where marijuana is legal, albeit for medical purposes. Arizona would never sell it to Nevada, Nevada can't sell to himself, New Hampshire and New Jersey don't like sharing, we always forget about Maine, Alaska freaks the hell out of Nevada, Illinois hates that kind of thing, Hawaii isn't allowed to touch pot, Delaware makes it really expensive, Rhode Island and Vermont are scared of Arizona, New Mexico gets watched like a hawk by Ari, and California sucks at rolling. Colorado did just make it legal for recreational purposes, although that just happened not that long ago so I'm still way better at rolling them. Who really knows though? In a few months, Tuck may be buying his goods from Colorado." Michigan shrugged unconcernedly.
"That's totally only like sixteen states, though," Poland pointed out.
"I'm not his only supplier, he also bugs Montana, Massachusetts, Washington, and Oregon. It's like a little illegal family. Plus, it won't really hurt us, we're states, not humans, so it's a good way to make a little money on the side." Michigan grinned and then pulled out a cigarette and lit it, ignoring the chourus of concered countries.
"Are you like serious?"
"You're going to get bloody high before driving?"
"This doesn't seem like the best idea."
"Ve, can I please not ride in your car?
"Can I have one?"
"This is a cigarette, not a joint, and don't worry I wouldn't get high before driving. Dad gave us this huge lecture a couple years back when a few of us got into an accident and I don't want to repeat that, and yeah sure." Michigan handed a cigarette to France, who, apparently carries a lighter around.
"Now would be a good time for us all to go to town," Germany pointed out.
"Yes! Germany is right, we got off track again, let's go!" Michigan said, hoping to distract the countries from the weed issue.
First things first: I'm so sorry! D: School's been hitting me hard, and I just haven't had time to edit. I'll try to be faster, but I make no promises.
On to the story!
So basically all I did was rewrite the little thoughts of the countries as they were going to bed. I felt it was a little awkward the way it was written, so I tried to give it a more solid third person perspective. Except Poland. That was too amazing to change.
(1) sunflower
Ok, I know how much of a pedo Spain seems like, but I swear he just likes caring for kids. (Oh god, that sounds worse...)
Oh, and feel free to roll your eyes at that pun. :3
