Chapter thirteen
You WISH it was mine…
"Dad, you're such and idiot!" Montgomery spat, their father was still sick with his cold and Olympia thought he was being a rude about this. So he made a mistake, so what? They all did now and then 'He's new to the whole parenting thing, just because he's a dad he has to be perfect?' He didn't exactly find that fair to their dad. Their dad was still(physically) a kid, though he seems to have gotten an older appearance and was no longer nineteen, but at least twenty going on twenty one years old. With their father's sickness, they couldn't have him spreading it to others. They also thought one of them should go in their father's stead to the meetings and whatnot. Thing was, who?
Who was going to sit all day at a boring meeting and listen to boring speeches and politics? Providence stood up "I'll do it." She said, then the others didn't want to be left out "No, I'll do it, I have the most brains of the family." Nathaniel said pompously "No way! I'll do it!" Cried Madison "No, me!" Argued Harrisburg "I was born first I should go!" Protested Dover, Olympia stayed quiet, but tried to stop the fighting "I'll do it! I do it!" Yelled Charleston "No way shrimp, a Shorty like you wouldn't be seen over the table! I'll do it, Washington came from my state!" Said Richmond "What about me? I've got a great history in the development of our nation!" Yelled Boston, "Why should you go? You don't even look like dad! I'll do it!" Albany called, Olympia started to get angry, he was always forgotten about, Annapolis always got the attention for having stupid D.C, so what if it was the capital of the country? He was a freaking STATE name WASHINGTON! That should have gotten him some credit for his patriotic pride, after all, what's more patriotic than naming yourself after the first president of Dad? Apparently being named Washington didn't get you anywhere here. He was always like Uncle Canada, forgotten about, always in the background. He hated it, he had political ability! He wasn't some stupid hillbilly after all! He tried to think of all the great things that would get him noticed, he was drawing a blank here… he sighed, he was always polite when he met new people, his father should show him off! He spoke as loud as he dared, which wasn't much "I'll do it! I've been loyal to dad since the beginning, so I should go! That way your stupid prides won't get hurt when you start to drift into freakin' LaLa-land!" He said, the others ignored him…as usual. He froze, what was dad doing out of bed? He lifted something over his head and covered one ear. "BLAAAANG!" The bullhorn blared through the house "SHUT UP!" Shouted their father. "I shouldn't be able to hear from upstairs in my room with my door closed!" He said with a scowl. "Listen, Olympia, you're going. You guys, shut up!" Their father turned swiftly on his heel and walked back up the stairs. "Who's Olympia?"
Olympia was so proud of himself, his father thought HE should go, not his brothers and sisters, HIM! He walked over to where he saw his father sitting before he got sick, after asking Uncle Canada, he discovered his father acted like a loud, bumbling idiot, and got noticed for it! He decided to try it out himself, he took a large gulp of air when he reached his seat, the "HERO voice" as his uncle called "A HAHAHA! HI GUYS! I'M OLYMPIA, AND I'M GONNA REPRESENT DAD!" He screamed, the other nations whipped their heads in his direction "America?" England said with a hopeful expression, Olympia lowered his voice back to normal, he had their eyes on him, now they'd notice him. "Nope! I'm one of his states, dad out sick with a cold from last time, so he had me fill in! And boy, do I have ideas for you guys!"
"Please tell me you're feeling better dad..." Rachel said in a monotoned voice, America smiled and coughed "Not quite baby." She frowned more "Don't frown, those make your face less pretty." America told her. "Dad?" She suddenly said, he blinked "What baby?" He asked her "You fought in a civil war, Union vs. Confederate, how? I mean, I talked to Uncle England, but, he said that Confederate was a different person, no older than fifteen, yet…he said you killed him. How? How could you?" Her father shifted uncomfortably "That's…a story for another time…when I'm not so sick and not so guilty." He muttered, she sighed, she'd get the info out of him sooner or later. But, that's another story…
Lol! Sorry! I had to hint for another story! DX I can't keep up with myself! I need new ADHD meds or something so LESS ideas come to me! Any opinions on how I did? Any thoughts on who to use next? REVIEW! And thank you for your patience for this chappy, dealing with a broken wrist is hard! Luckily I have my home state working on it!
Jessie: I think that'll do it!
Me: Yay~! So I can take off this cast now, right? And continue my writing at a regular pace?
Jessie: What!? Are you crazy? No! That's needed to fix the bone so they can mold back together!
Me: Than what did you just do?
Jessie: Duh, I changed the cast so it's white, not black! Now you can draw on it!
Me:*takes out Red, Black, and Blue sharpies**Draws American flag on cast.* There! I'm officially, a Hetalia nerd for this!
Ameriko, out.