I should probably mention this—not every state will be introduced to to the nations. DON'T WORRY. All fifty will still have at least one speaking line, but America doesn't have time to introduce them all. He DOES have a meeting to get through...
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CH. 7
South Dakota crossed his arms. "This sounds like a dangerous plan."
"Aww, come on, we're just getting our revenge!" Massachusetts rolled his eyes.
"Seriously, South. We'll be fine. Even if we do get in trouble, it's not the end of the world, right?" North Dakota grinned at her twin.
"...We'll see." The dark-haired state frowned. He had the same enormous brown eyes as as his twin, and long, dark hair that was braided down his back.
"FRANCE IS AT OUR HOUSE!" A girl with long blonde hair ran into the room. She was a little on the short side, with a slight French accent. "He's here!"
"Calm down, Louise, we know that. Why don't you go fangirl about it to Quebec or something? I'm sure he would actually care." Ohio rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. She was perched on the arm of the couch, next to Wisconsin. Most of the Midwest states were gathered in the living room, where Massachusetts had just explained the plan to those who hadn't heard it.
"I think it's a good idea." Kansas smiled, perched on the coffee table next to Kentucky. "Oh, and does anyone know what Mr. Russia thought of the sunflowers dad sent him? They were the best ones in my entire garden!" She looked hopefully at the others.
"No. I don't get how he likes the stupid commie, anyways. He tried to kill me!" Illinois rolled his eyes.
Tennessee frowned from her seat by the fireplace. "Well... It's not that he likes him... It's just... Really, really weird."
"And Alaska made it weirder," Montana finished for her. He smirked, his eyes looking exactly like America's. "All of the nations are weird. Dad's not the only one."
"Do none of you care that France is here?!"
Massachusetts sighed. "FOCUS, PEOPLE!"
The room quieted.
"Kentucky, stop making the conversation go off topic. Illinois, get over it already. Tennessee... Are you seriously plotting out the love lives of every nation on earth?—don't answer that. And yes, Monty, we could tell. Now can we please get back to coming up with ideas for how to trap England? Their break starts in forty-five minutes."
"Oregon and I made a chart," Tennessee whispered to Kansas.
"I heard that." Massachusetts glared.
Louisiana raised her hand. "We should lure him with croissants!"
"Or steak!" added Montana.
"I say we just hit him over the head once and be done with it." Indiana held up a baseball bat.
"That's mine!" Michigan snatched it away.
"Cheese would always work... Right?" Wisconsin asked over the bickering.
"I say we lure him with candy!" Nebraska took a sip of the red drink in his hand, grinning.
"I don't care how we do it. Just make sure someone cuts off his supply of Kool-Aid. He's going to be bouncing off the walls." Iowa rolled his eyes at Nebraska. The two could have been twins, with their dark brown hair and eyes, but their personalities were total opposites.
Minnesota and Missouri watched in silence from the couch. They were both bored. Minnesota started humming. Missouri joined in, recognizing his sister's song.
Montana froze, his eyes shooting over to the pair. "Are you humming 'Wrecking Ball'?"
Silence.
Minnesota nodded. She looked like she was trying not to laugh.
"I HATE THAT ****ING SONG. STOP HUMMING IT!"
"Nope!" Missouri started singing at the top if his lungs. Kentucky and Minnesota joined him.
"I CAME IN LIKE A WRECKING BAAAAAAALL—"
"SHUT UP!"
Lousiana giggled. "Aww, come on. She was named after you—"
"Don't remind me." Montana glared at her.
Nebraska lit up. "Remember that time when you, Maryland, and New York got really, really drunk, and you started singing 'Best of Both Worlds' in a blonde wig and a dress, and they were your backup dancers, and—"
"STOP TALKING!"
"I thought Virginia was gonna kill somebody after that one..." Wisconsin shuddered.
Massachusetts grinned evilly. "I still have the pictures Cal took upstairs if anyone wants to see them..."
"Ooh! Me!" Kansas snickered.
"...I take it we aren't getting anywhere with this meeting?" Ohio sighed.
Michigan smirked. "Nope!"
And with that, everything dissolved into teasing Montana.
A plate of blueberry scones (courtesy of Nevada and New York) sat on a stool in the pantry. A cup of England's favorite tea was placed beside it.
Massachusetts, New York, Maryland, and Virginia were all squeezed behind the door. Virginia was light enough that he was sitting on Maryland's shoulders, which helped relieve the squished-ness a little.
"Ugh, your elbow is in my eye!"
...Only a little...
"Shh! Mass, he'll hear us," New York shushed him.
"But Maryland's arm is in my face...!"
"Too bad. You're currently standing on my foot, and you're crushing a very painful area right now."
"I am?" Massachusetts moved his elbow.
New York let out a high-pitched squeak.
"Oh. Yeah, I guess I am. Sorry. Hey Maryland, you got the bag?"
The quiet state nodded.
"I hear someone! Shush!" Virginia peeked over the top of the door, the others immediately going silent.
A proper-sounding voice could be heard just around the corer.
"Really, Bunny? You found scones? Why on earth does Alfred have those?"
There was quiet.
"Oh, I suppose that's true. Some of his little ruffians might like them... What's that? Aww, thank you! You're quite right."
"He's crazy," Massachusetts whispered. "...right, Phillip?"
"...who the heck is Phillip?" New York whispered back.
"My pet turtle. He can fly. He's right there. Only you can't see him. 'Cause he's magic."
"...sure..."
"Shhh!" Virginia hissed as England rounded the corner.
The Brit smiled when he saw the tea. "And it's Earl Grey, too... "
He stepped forward into the pantry, hand reached out to grab the tea.
"NOW!"
Massachusetts, New York, and Maryland all fell against the door, slamming it shut and holding it.
Massachusetts and New York held the door shut while Maryland set Virginia down.
England could be heard pounding on the door. "Let me out this instant!"
"Ready?" Virginia looked at the others.
Everyone nodded. The door was opened a crack, and Virginia, the smallest, squeezed through and tackled England, making sure he couldn't escape.
The others opened the door all the way and ran in. New York put the paper bag over England's head while Maryland tied him up with Minnesota's hot pink masking tape. Massachusetts and Virginia held the struggling nation down. There were muffled threats from England, which went mostly ignored.
When England was satisfactorily bound, they stood back to admire their handywork.
"You wanna do the honors, Ginny?" Massachusetts turned to his brother.
"With pleasure. And don't call me Ginny!" Virginia grabbed his frying pan.
CLANG!
And with that, England's world went dark.
(-END CHAPTER-)
NOTES:
-South Dakota has a very high population of Native Americans (So does ND), so his looks tilt towards theirs.
-Kansas State Flower: the Sunflower (Yay Russia!)
-Kool-Aid (the powdered drink) was invented in Nebraska. He drinks a lot of it. Which makes him hyper. And talkative. ...poor Montana.
-No offense to Hannah Montana/ Miley Cyrus fans. I just imagine Montana being a little freaked out by her. (But of course he secretly knows every song she's ever written by heart.)
-A lot of the Great Plains states have similar looks (brown hair/eyes) because many of them have the same basic terrain—plains. Everywhere. O.O (Not that that's ALL there is to the landscape...)
-Masking tape was invented in Minnesota.
STUFF:
One other thing: I might make that scene with Montana, New York, and Maryland getting drunk into a separate oneshot. Should I?
See ya next time!
Oh—P.S.: I have swim championships tomorrow, and I'm really nervous. So wish me luck, please! I am NOT a good swimmer... *cries and hugs Virginia*
