A/N:
Ok. Sorry for not updating in a while. Please read author's note at the bottom!
Georgia POV
I stare all the other Southern states down once Tennessee rounds everyone up.
"Alright, y'all! We need to set up a patrol, guard times, and breaks. First we need to decide who will keep an eye on the front door. Any volunteers?" I ask, clapping my hands. Even though I'm in a dress at the moment, I can kick ass. A state raises his hand. Texas, also known as Slim.
"I can keep an eye on th' front door for ya sis," he tells me, hooking his thumbs in his pockets. I beam at him.
"Ok then, Texas. Now we need two or three states who can patrol the second floor. Any other volunteers?" I ask, staring at the rest of the states. Louisiana and Mississippi shoot each other venomous looks as they each raise their hands at the same time. Before one of them can take down their hand, I say, "Ok, Louie and Micheal on first floor duty, first six hours." They stare at me, mouths wide. I smile sweetly. "Better put yo' football feud aside for the moment, hmm?"
They glare at me, then say at the same time, "Fine. I'll work with him." I chuckle.
"Any volunteers fo' the second floor?"
After we had worked out the patrols they turned out like this: Louie and Micheal on first floor, Arkansas and Florida on second floor, Kentucky and Alabama on third floor, Texas at the door, and I in the conference room seeing as I had no grudge against any of the countries and I was the least likely to shoot some one.
I clap my hands, "Kay everyone. Keep yo' weapons out a' all times. C'mon y'all." I lead the states on first duty out through the door. "Now don't lose these or I'll have to shoot ya, got it?" I warn as I hand out walkie talkies. Texas visibly gulps. I smile sweetly at him. "An' don't think I fo'got 'bout the shootin' contest you cheated at," I say sweetly. Texas looks ready to run.
I cross the road barefoot. My sea blue dress swishes quietly. I hate this thing…the only reason I'm wearing it is because of Texas challenging me to a shoot off and actually winning! That means he cheated. I don't know how…yet. I walk up the stairs to the conference room for the countries.
As I walk towards it, I hear them talking about something. I stop and listen carefully. Even so, I can only hear a little of their conversation.
"…50 kids…more than…hasn't told us…irresponsible…," are only a few of the things I hear from the behind the closed door. I grit my teeth. Papa isn't at all irresponsible. Nor is Uncle Conner. I mean, sure, they can act childish sometimes, but they always own up for what they did. I shoulder my rifle and switch my duffel bag to my other shoulder. I open the door and all talk stops.
"Hello? May I come in? Uncle Conner told us we needed to keep an eye out fo' y'all," I say, peeking into the room. All the countries stare at me. An Englishman blinks a few times.
"Oh. Yes, you may come in," he says, nodding. I smile, stepping into the room.
"Why thank ya kindly, sir. My name is Georgia Jones and I represent Georgia," I introduce myself. Most everyone seems at a loss for words. Finally a French man speaks up.
"You're one of Amérique's children, non?" he asks. I look up and nod.
"Yessir, I am. Why would you wanna know, sir" I ask, acting innocent for the time being.
"He is not usually polite. In fact, it seems he has little to no manners at all," the Frenchman chuckles. My eyes narrow.
"That's 'cause he has to spend much of his time with ignorant asses who don't realize how smart he really is," I reply smoothly, walking towards the window.
"What?"
I sigh. "Papa can speak most European languages, he has several degrees in math, English, history and science, and he has to put up with y'all during meetings. When he comes home, he's always in a horrible mood when he has meetings. Often, Virginia helps him out along with W.D.C and Delaware. He also has to take migraine medicine every day when these meetings pop up," I say, scanning the street. There is dead silence in the room. I glance quickly behind me, smirking. Everyone except Lithuania and a Russian seem shocked. I beam when I see Lithuania.
"Oh! I missed you so much, Toris! When are you going to visit?" I ask excitedly as I hug the happy Lithuanian. He laughs and pats me on the head.
"Hello Miss Georgia. Why are you wearing a dress of all things?" he asks, examining my dress. I sigh.
"Texas challenged me to a shoot off and won!" I complain. "I know the Carolinas' helped him cheat, but I don't know how…yet." I grin wickedly. Lithuania gasps.
"He actually won?! Against you?!" he asks. I nod. We both start laughing. Toris pats my shoulder as his laughs die down. "Thank you, Miss Georgia. I'll come to visit soon."
My reply is cut off by a German voice. "Lithuania? You knew he had kids?" Toris seems to shrink into himself. I frown, turning around.
"Yessir, he did. How else would we help 'im out with the house?" I ask the tall German. "And I'd guess you are Mr. Germany. Can't you reme—" My walkie talkie crackles to life.
"Georgia, you can take off the dress now. Some of the Northern states are throwing snowballs at the second floor windows. We need you to go straighten them out," Florida informs me. Someone else chimes in.
"Yeah, they're sure doin' a number on the second floor," Alabama comments.
"Shut up, blueberry head!"
"No, you shut up tomato head!"
I sigh, rolling my eyes at my brothers. I turn to the countries. "Well, I have to go," I say, walking quickly towards the door. I stop, thinking of something. I run back to the walkie talkie. "Hey, can I take potshots at 'em from up here?" I ask excitedly.
A chorus of 'no's issues from the walkie talkie. I pout. I put the walkie talkie down gently before I can crush it. I walk out the door and down the hall to the girls' bathroom. After I lock myself in one of the stalls, I get dressed my "combat clothes" as my siblings have dubbed them. A white shirt, camo pants, camo cap, black ponytail holder, belt, two pistols in holsters and my shotgun strapped across my back. I run down the stairs, blowing past the conference room in a breeze. I reach the first floor without breaking a sweat. I run up to Texas, who's watching the Northern states.
"Report?"
"They're throwin' snowballs a' the second floor. They're doin' quite a number on it too," Texas says. I sigh.
"Dammit. I'll be in a little bit," I say, opening the door. The Northern states that are throwing snowballs are Maine, York, Rhode, Jersey, and, surprisingly, Penn. I take a stance on the front steps with my fists on my hips, my legs shoulder width apart and my eyes cold as ice. Rhode blows a raspberry at me.
"Come get us, little sister!" he shouts, grinning evilly. I narrow my eyes.
"You Yankee bastards better get the hell out of my sight before I start taking potshots at you!" I shout loud enough to scare the birds off the roof.
Maine laughs. "You can't make us do anything, little sister!" My eye twitches.
"Yeah, you can't make us do anything we don't want to do, little sister," New York says as he throws a snowball. I hear a crashing sound. York pumps his fist in the air. "Snowballs with ice and stones are a go!" he shouts, scooping up more ice, snow and stones. My eye twitches twice.
"Great! Now step out of the way, little sister," New Jersey says, aiming another snowball. Pennsylvania has stopped throwing snowballs and he has a determined look. That's all I register before I explode.
"If you call me 'little' one more time, I will shove ten lampposts so far up your asses that you become jack-o-lanterns! I have been through more shit with England, with him destroying all my damn farms and plantations, then you bastards come running through killing all my men and burning all my crops!" I shout, stalking down the steps towards my older brothers. They glance at each other nervously. "Now you Northern bastards better start running, or else I will get my damn machine gun from my goddamn car which is right across the street!" yell again, making all the Northern states go running. Except for Pennsylvania. He's standing still with a determined look on his face. I raise my eyebrows, raising my gun to my shoulder.
Pennsylvania holds up his hand, walking towards me. "Georgia, sis, I need to ask you something," he says, completely serious. I lower the gun, making a "go on" motion with my hand. "Have you seen Missouri?"
I blink, trying to place the name with a face. Once I have it, an evil grin spreads across my face. "Oh, so you're trying to find your crush."
He glares at me. "We are best friends. I do not have a crush on him. He is mein kleiner Bruder. I love him as a brother and as a best friend. He feels the same way," he hisses. "Now answer the question: Where. Is. Missouri?"
I sigh. "As far as I know, he went with NC and SC to your house. I don't know why, but he did. Said something about entertaining someone," I tell him, deciding that he's nice enough not to call me 'little.' Pennsylvania nods, looking thoughtful.
"Okay. I'll catch up with you later, sis!" he says, dashing towards his car. I stare after him and shake my head, turning to go inside. I walk up the stairs and quietly observe Arkansas and Florida picking up pieces of glass. I walk up to the third floor and into the conference room. All the countries are returning to their seats, looking shocked when I walk in.
"Hey y'all. Why do y'all look so shaken?" I ask, tilting my head. A few jump when they hear my voice. Lithuania beams at me and I beam back.
"Scary as ever Miss Georgia! What did Mister Pennsylvania want?" he asks. I shrug.
"Something about Missouri. Now y'all don't mind me. I have ta watch the road," I say, walking over to the window. No one objects.
A/N:
OK. I've never written Lithuania before, so I'm sorry if he was OOC. Now, for the most important thing, I'm going to be doing a social experiment by changing the name of the story. I noticed that "A Southern Boy" had over a thousand views while this has only around six hundred. I'm curious and want to see if it's because of the title. The new name will be "A Conflicted Boy". Thank you to agwp2010 for helping me come up with a title, otherwise this would've happened sooner.