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"It is my bloody money and I'll buy whatever I damn please!"
"Non! I will not let you put my granddaughter in some hideous potato sack!"
"Shut it frog! You wouldn't know proper fashion if you were hit in the face with it!"
"gasp!"
This had been going on for the past few hours now. The two could not compromise and find nice items for each of the 13 girls. Right now they we're arguing over a dress for the state of Pennsylvania.
"Why can't we just buy them separate things?!" Arthur asked as he crossed his arms.
"Because we need to show that we can be civilized and overcome our differences to be apart of their lives." Francis stated calmly.
"Now put down that dishrag before I make you!" he growled. They started bickering at each other again.
A crowed of people started to look over at them in amusement either finding it cute or annoying.
"Excuse me?" someone said interrupting they're little quarrel. She was an employ at the boutique. She was young looking. No older then sixteen to nineteen.
"Can I help you two?", she smiled at them both.
"No, we were just deciding on this dress." Arthur said.
"We absolutely were not." Francis said to Arthur harshly.
"Before you to fight again, might I ask what you're each looking for and make a suggestion?" she women said, cutting them off.
"We're looking for a dress this girl." Francis said as he pulled up a picture of Penny.
She took the phone and looked at her.
"I think she would look good in this dark brown, long, sleeved dress, with a white neck line." Arthur said as he held up the dress.
"And I think that is a horrible idea. Don't you think that she would look much better in a lighter summer dress?"
The girl handed the phone back to him.
"If you're asking for my opinion." She started as she walked over to the other side of the store.
"She would look best in this." she said as she pulled a dress from the hanger.
It was perfect. It was a thigh length with spaghetti straps, but also dark brown with light ruffles at the top. A complete middle ground of what they were looking for.
They both looked at each other smiling a bit.
"We'll take it."
"Next!"
Mississippi walked over to where Florida was, sat down, and started to explain what she wanted.
It was hair day for the female states and everyone was hype. Hair day was the one day a year where every girl got to hang out together and get their hair done by each other. Then after they got their hair done, they would have a huge slumber party.
Though everyone was stressed about the party in five days, today everyone was calm and set have a good time.
"So... are you really going to get married to dad?", Belarus stopped what she was doing and looked down at the girl.
Yes Natalya was invited, how could she of not have been? Everyone wanted to hear about the news going on between her and their father. But even if they didn't invite her should have come. She had been a valid part in the family since the fall of the soviet union.
"Dy. If he proposes right." she said with a hard to read expression. NJ smiled as she felt her hands start to run through her hair again.
"Good. You two belong together." she says. Nat felt a small smile creep to the edges of her lips.
"It that so?" she asks.
"Yeah! Dad really likes you and you've been on and off for like forever." NJ reply's. Bel laughed a little.
"80 years isn't forever for nations.", Nat started her waterfall braid.
"Well maybe not to you, but to us it is.", Nat raised her eyebrow.
"Are you calling me old?" she asked. NJ blushed and started to get flustered.
"No no no! I'm just saying that you're just a lot older then us and-"
"NJ, you're treading dangerous waters." Virginia said from right next to her. She had been getting her hair done by NY.
NewYork let out a laugh and Natalya smiled some more.
"So how do you think he's gonna propose?" The New-Yorker asked.
"Better then last time." she said straight faced.
As if on Que they started laughing again
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