In hindsight this was a bad idea, but Illinois=Mitchell. Mitchell looks like Michigan so that might be where confusion happens... sorry XD
And hey! Short AF epilogue that took way too long to get out... there's more A/N than story I'M SORRY T^T
Ethan let out a screech as he was thrown over a shoulder. He thumped against a broad back harshly and he hung limply with a piece of fabric clutched tightly in his hands.
"Oi!" Mitchell skidded to a stop and scrambled after him. "You got it! GUYS! HE GOT-!"
Prussia cut him off by smashing into him and they went head over heels into the underbrush. Ethan heard a soft "Shuddup, Illi-noise." There was an exclamation of anger and a scuffle broke out in the bushes. Ethan laughed boisterously and so did Alfred, who continued to sprint through the forest with Ethan on his back.
"Good job, bro!" Alfred shouted up to him, his grin showing through his voice. Ethan clenched his fists tighter and beamed, the cloth pressing softly into his palms. Alfred leaped over a frozen stream and he smashed his chin into the country's back, letting out a startled yelp as pain shot through his teeth. Alfred poked him in the calf and asked if he was okay without slowing down, and Ethan mumbled an affirmative as he glared at the muscle-bound back of his founder. At least it was winter to soften the blow a bit.
Suddenly Alfred stopped in his tracks, jostling Ethan further. When Ethan was about to smack him on the head and ask him -politely, of course- to stop that, he heard an unwelcome voice.
"Alfred. Is that our flag?"
Alfred casually set Ethan down and leaned on his shoulder nonchalantly. Ethan blinked at the country-state pair standing before him.
"'Course not," Alfred said. Massachusetts narrowed her eyes and zeroed in on the piece of cloth clenched in Ethan's hands. Of course, the boundary line was right behind the two mages. England raised a single horrendous eyebrow at the two american's in front of him.
"It seems we're at an impasse." England sniffed, crossing his arms. He didn't stray his gaze from the two.
Massachusetts's eyes glittered mischievously. "Yes, but one side has the advantage."
"That would be us, traitor," Alfred mocked her, shaking Ethan's shoulder for emphasis. "Think, Ethan. What does America have that England doesn't?"
Ethan narrowed his eyes for a few moments, deep in thought.
"America, you seem you have forgotten that we have the edge. Magic tops whatever your miniscule brain can come up with," England scoffed at his former colony. Alfred was unaffected and waited for the lightbulb to go off in Ethan's mind.
Suddenly the state's face lit up with an "oh!" and he grinned slyly, obscurely handing the cloth off to Alfred. England squinted, trying to figure out what was going on. Massachusetts worried her lip in thought when she hit her moment of realization a second too late.
"Hike!" Alfred modified the usual under-the-legs throw for passing it off sideways. Ethan snagged the bundled up cloth and sprinted forwards, barrelling into England (who he knew would not be suspecting anything of the sort) who let out an undignified squawk and stumbled backwards, flailing for a hold. The nation's instincts kicked in and he snagged Ethan's hood, causing the two to tumble head-over-heels to the forest floor.
Ethan stuck his hand in the air, cloth waving slightly. America shot by and picked up the flag from his state, sprinting over the boundary line with a shout of victory.
England huffed as he stood, wiping the dirt and leaves off of his pants. Ethan jumped to his feet, eyes bright with energy and exhilaration. America jumped over to him, just as much energy in his bounds, and they gave each other violent high-fives.
Massachusetts rolled her eyes and hid a smile, slinging an arm around Connecticut and ignored their inquiries on why she hadn't helped her teammate. Since, of course, she was home to the Patriots (who had won the last Super Bowl, no less).
"VICTORY FOR THE AMERICANS!" Alfred hollered into the woods. The rest of their teammates emerged from the treeline.
"Oi, look at who's on your team first!" Prussia interjected hotly.
Alfred rolled his eyes. "I only count those that matter." England hid a snort and Ethan pressed his lips together to suppress a growing grin. Prussia's mouth dropped open.
"Chubs, you did not just go there."
"Chubs? Who're you calling chubby?"
"You, stupid. Have you looked at yourself recently?"
"It is wintertime," said the unwelcome voice of Southern California (Ethan swore he would bury Erik in six feet of cheese one day).
"Huh?" Prussia turned to the tanned state smartly. Prussia himself wasn't partial to California, finding him to be competition for some reason. He was also jealous of the state's easy ability to tan, though nobody else knew that (except for anyone that knew the country on any personal level).
"It's winter. Don'tcha know that the north puts on a layer of fat to keep warm?" California snickered to himself and a wicked grin started stretching across Prussia's face.
Ethan huffed. "It's not our fault it gets cold!" Prussia's attention was diverted from almost-teasing Alfred to the dairy state.
"Wait-" Prussia held up his hands expressively. "You mean you get chubby in the winter?"
"I do not," Ethan mumbled, cheeks starting to turn pink. "It's an extra layer."
Prussia let out a very Hungary-like coo and bounded over to squish the state's reddening cheeks. "Well aren't you the cutest thing ever!"
"Stop molesting Ethan!" Alfred jumped Prussia from behind. The germanic country let out an oof and fought to get the american off of his back, twisting and cursing.
"So-"
"I still make better cheese than you," Ethan said instantly. Southern California pouted but Ethan payed no heed to him.
"Capture the flag in the snow is probably the best thing we've ever done," commented Michael- Michigan. He had been on the same team as Ethan and had been guarding their flag.
Ethan nodded in agreement and surveyed the chaos that was the aftermath. "Yeah, I think it was." He stared at all of his friends, family, and the occasional enemy, and grinned.
"Michael, you ever think about how if Mexico hadn't kidnapped me, we wouldn'ta met all of the other countries?" Ethan mused.
"Yeah, sure. Everything'd certainly be a lot different. I think you're the most well-known state now. Among nations, anyway."
"Really?" Ethan turned to his brother in surprise. He supposed it made sense, but it was still strange to think that he was better known than, say, New York or California.
"Yo! 'Sconsin!" Prussia yelled out, waving his hands around for good measure. "I still gotta try your brandy!"
A smile landed on Ethan's face and he started making his way over. "Don't be surprised when it knocks your socks off!"
"Is that a challenge, 'sconsin?"
"It is now, Snowflake!"
"Oh, you did not-"
The two left with their back and forth bantering, leaving an amused Michigan to follow behind. He shook his head in disbelief. They were unbelievable. It was crazy to think what it might have been like without Prussia barging in, or Belarus crashing at Ethan's place, or Russia popping in with no warning, or Hungary dragging Austria to mother them, or France giving them dating advice, or America jealously locking up all of his state's houses…
Yeah, it was crazy to think what it might have been like without all of the nations.
How do end. urggg (also side note: YES ENGLAND HAS AMERICAN FOOTBALL BUT LET'S IGNORE THAT FOR THE STORY K)
IMPORTANT NOTE: Since the main story is over (yeet) that means I'll be writing side-stories for the states/countries. If y'alls have any requests for a state/country interaction (with a few specifics, please) then review/pm me (preferably pm, since it's easier to discuss details there, but reviews work just fine). I have a few (three) ideas/requests already so I'll probs do those first. Thanks, y'all.
Thanks to everyone who stuck with this story to the end! Y'all are awesome and deserve all the cookies/whatever ur fav food is because I don't discriminate. :D
deadlydaisy808: ily so much you review on everything ty you have such nice wordsss. and oml I would love to hear about your Michigan/read your story that sounds lit. And my premise was that Wisconsin got kidnapped, he met countries, America got majorly guilted and maybe someone gets shot. Then I started writing and thought about the story a lot and viola! Of Nations and Cheese was born. Basically think about your story a lot and hopefully something starts to develop (those lightbulb moments). or just look up plot points idk lol
SonoSvegliato: Y DID U SCREAM KENTUCKY HAS LIKE TWO LINES. also you sound lowkey high when you review and I love it it's lit and I headbang w/ you (to the blue moon apparently). and you're welcome! (i guess) Wisconsin shot lots of ducks and he got two bucks this year (haha Minnesota only got one LOSER) and I hope you liked the epilogue~
Guest: yikes I should change that... I tend to subconsciously filter out my accent so this happens XD Thank you! :DD
Guest: I assume those 3's are hearts because fanfic. net sucks XD and the midwest is LIT but so is the south so you get to be both :D (also try not to die hyperventilating can be dangerous)
blueraven1999: yayyy thank you! also I hate myself for not adding in cream puffs, which are the desserts of the gods. and that is an official request so i'm totally writing a small side story.