California was notoriously famous for her work ethic. Not work exactly. More exercise. She has a strict schedule and for her to break it would be high treason. It was for that exact reason she got prefers from the president to whip a certain someone into shape.
The someone in question, was currently taking a day to relax. He had rented the first season of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" from Redbox and he had two pizzas, three family sized bags of chips, and a jumbo slushy.
He relaxed into his leather armchair, kicking his feet up on the coffee table, and flipping on the television with the remote.
He sat there for a while. Halfway through the first episode he had finished half of the first pizza and three quarters of the slushy. He thought to himself,
This is bliss. No screaming politicians, no annoying countries, no natural disasters, no war, and most of all, no states to disturb me.
The door was slammed open, and the loud crash startled America out of his chair and onto the ground laying flat on his stomach.
In walks California, dressed in tight black leggings and a orange tank top. She's carrying a small duffel bag over her shoulder, that appears to be filled with water bottles, energy bars, and vegetables. Her hair is pulled back in a tight pony tail, and her eyes are narrowed at the sight of the couch potato in his natural habitat.
She blows a shrill whistle, not her bear one luckily, and drops the bag at the stairs. She walks over to America, who was still sprawled out on the ground, and pressed her tennis shoe clad foot into his lower back, crashing him to the ground. She barks out,
"50 PUSH UPS! NOW!"
America would usually have an easy time with that exercise, but California, with her all-American super strength, was bearing down on him, turning the simple work-out into pure torture,
"CALI! What...are...you...doing!?"
She pushed even harder,
"Did I tell you to speak?! 50 more!"
America dropped his head again, and continued while California told him,
"The prez gave me the word that you were getting a little chubby, a little lazy. It was up to me to get you up and moving."
She looked at around the room and frowned at all the junk food lying about,
"Don't tell me you were going to eat that all by yourself?!"
America didn't respond, but California took her foot off of him and he collapsed to the ground. She walked over to the open bag of chips and picked it up with the end of her finger nails like she expected it to catch on fire.
She wrinkled her nose in disgust, then went to the trash can and threw it out. America called out in protest, trying to get her to stop, but soon all the pizza was down in the can as well.
"I was gonna eat that!"
Cali rolled her eyes as she washed her hands in the sink,
"That's the problem. Here, if you're so hungry you should eat this."
She got out a orange from her bag and flung it at him. He caught it and smelled it,
"An orange? Really?"
Cali opened her pack again and took out a stick of celery,
"If you prefer the greens, then I can give you these instead."
America shook his head and peeled the fruit.
Once he had finished, Cali took out a speedometer, and said to him,
"Okay, now we are going to run from here, DC to Canada. If I beat you there, you have to carry me to California. If you beat me there, which is unlikely, you won't have to carry me to California. Got it? We leave in twenty minutes."
America bounded upstairs to get on some proper shoes and clothing, weighing his options. He could try to over-power the girl, she is only a state, but then he remembers her bear and thinks it better just to go along with it.
He's down in record time, and California is stretching out her legs. Not just your simple lunges, she has her foot behind her head, and the other one bent in an odd direction.
She gets him to stretch a little too, claiming it will help with the run, but he's no where near the level of flexibility that California is.
She opens the door, gives him a compass, then counts down from ten,
"Three, two, one, GO! LAST ONE THERE'S A ROTTEN EGG!"
She sprints forward, with America close in front of her. America smirks and speeds in front of her,
"I thought you said I wouldn't win!"
Cali laughed, and took a deep breath,
"You won't!"
She grabs the back of his shirt, and instead of dragging him down, she flings herself over his shoulder, and hits the ground running. Literally.
America calls out at her being unfair, but she's already out of earshot.
It was 10 hours later when America reached the border. He was wheezing, doubled over, and sweating buckets. Cali was filing her nails, waiting for him at the guard station. She walked over to him, and handed him a bottle of water,
"And only 6 hours behind me, good work."
America chugged the whole bottle, then collapsed on the ground. She rolled her eyes and poked him with the end of her shoe,
"Only a 5 minute break, then we're off to California. I have some food we can eat on the way."
At that moment, two young men walked out of the border station, and went over to see why Uncle America was lying on the ground, out of breath. Cali bent over to retie her shoelaces, causing both Quebec and Ontario to stop dead in their tracks. Ontario took a step forward, close to drooling at the sight, but Quebec held him back until she stood up again.
California turned around and saw the two speechless territories. She gave them a little wave, smiling brightly, and said to them,
"Oh he's fine. I just made him run here from DC so he's a little tired is all."
Quebec and Ontario shared a look of confusion at the situation, but before either of them could say anything, Cali was dragging America away by the collar. She waved carelessly to the two,
"Don't forget, if you ever need to get away from the snow, my place is always sunny."
America held California, bridal style, as he ran. She crossed her arms, and shouted orders at him,
"Get your knees up! I want to see you sweating! Crying does not count!"
America hadn't slept for almost 3 days now, and his thighs were on fire. No, they were scalding. It was like someone had dipped his lower half into lava and then made him climb a mountain.
They had finally arrived in California and she let him rest. Her house was quiet, but an hour later an alarm was going off. Not an alarm-clock-you-got-at-the-99-cent-store alarm, it's a fire-alarm-crossed-with-a-missile-warning alarm.
For the second time, America is shaken so much he falls straight to the floor. The alarm shuts off shortly after, with California walking over to the couch were he was napping and Sacramento following her over. He poked his big furry nose at America, and America slowly got up on his feet. Cali held his shoulders and said to him,
"I'm proud of you. You ran all the way across the country, part of it carrying me, and you didn't cough up too much blood. Good work. Now, let's run back. Ready? Set?"
America was close to collapsing right there, but when she offered to get him ice cream, he immediately brightened up.
"Go!"
England stood at America's door, repeatedly knocking, growing more and more impatient as time wore on. Suddenly, he heard two pairs of feet behind him, stampeding towards him, and he instinctively dove out of the way.
California came barreling in, smashing the door in the process, and was quickly followed by America. They high-fived in celebration, America was starting to get used to the literal cross-country runs, and California said to him,
"I still beat you, but you were close."
America sat down at the counter and said,
"Rematch?"
Cali's eyes narrowed and a grin spread across her face,
"Oh you are on!"
England peered into the living room, barely poking his head in, but Cali noticed him anyway,
"Yo! It's England!"
America looked over too, and shouted out,
"Dude, Iggy! When did you get here, man?"
England stood up and brushed off his clothes,
"Well, I came by to see if you were busy, but obviously you are so I'll be going."
He turned on his heel, trying to get away as quickly as possible, but was stopped when Cali said,
"Yeah, we were just getting ready to run back to the Pacific."
"As in the ocean?"
Cali nodded and looked at America,
"Your last time was 5 hours, let's see if you can beat that. My best is 3, but that was when I drank so much Starbucks I couldn't see straight."
England just stood there gaping at the casual conversation,
"Cali, can we make a stop in Texas? I need more barbeque sauce."
"Hold on America, go back to the part about running to the Pacific Ocean."
California answered for him,
"Well, the president asked me to whip America into shape, so I did! It was easy to get him to do what I wanted, anyway."
America rolled his eyes and said,
"It is not."
Immediately, he is pushed to the ground by Cali's strong hand, and she shouts at him,
"20 PUSH-UPS OR YOU'RE GOING TO CARRY A PIANO TO THE WEST COAST!"
With California's foot pushing him to the floor, America is listening to her to the amusement of England. Soon, America is back on his feet, murmuring to himself about talking to the president later, and California smiles to England,
"Well, this was fun but I have to get home to feed Sacramento."
She hops onto America's back in one fluid motion, and she's shouting,
"TALLY HO!"
She digs her heels into America's side, and he starts to run, shouting that she promised he wouldn't have to carry her anymore.
England just closes the door behind him, and says to himself,
"That proves that Americans are crazy. Not that I needed anymore proof."
A little shorter than usual, but I felt a little uninspired this time and it's late. As always, thanks for you support! Please review, I have no clue if you guys actually like this or not, and let me know what states you want to be incorporated next! Some stereotypes for each character you want would be nice too, and don't worry anubis456, I plan on putting some cheese feud Cali vs. Wisconsin jazz in there.