A/N: Cornonlecob here! Sorry for my absence...y'know...finals n' stuff like caucuses. SPECIAL THANKS TO MAH HOMEGIRL MARZUE! SERIOUSLY GUYS SHE HAD GIVEN THIS STORY SO MUCH. THEREFORE SHE IS THE SECOND MOTHER TO THIS FIC. THANKSIES BAH.
"Okay, so I know that we all can be a bit...unfiltered, at times...but these are countries. We needto be polite, if not for ourselves then for Alfred." Missouri hissed to the the circle of States, her eyes daring anyone to step out of line at the meeting.
Her siblings all murmured replies with equally serious expressions. They split apart from their huddle, just to watch what was happening in the world.
Surprisingly, or rather...unsurprisingly, there were way more arguments then there had ever been at a National conference. All of the countries accused and blamed each other for the simplest of problems. All the shouting eventually escalated far enough for Germany to shout above all the rest. He laid down some very firm rules that must have been fairly common place, simply because a certain British man openly rolled his eyes. Once the rules were set up Germany asked the gathered Nations to raise their hand if they wanted to speak.
"What is this, grade school? I thought this was an international conference." Michigan piped up, receiving another death glare from Ohio, and possibly Missouri too but he wasn't looking at her.
Germany turned sharply to the State who had voiced his opinion with cold steely eyes. Normally any other Nation would be either fumbling over their words or making useless jokes. But this state...Michigan wasn't it? Appeared utterly carefree, as did the rest of his siblings. Save for a few of the females. "Vhile normally zhe hand raising method is used for young children, it is a good vay to stop Nations from arguing." Germany replied to the outburst as calmly as possible, not wanting to overreact or snap at the physically young boy.
"Sounds about as useful and flawless as a Yugo GV," Michigan snorted, crossing his arms and ignoring the fevered whispers from behind his back. Remind him to never let those hunks of wasted space anywhere near bridges.
Germany seemed to falter, his steely expression wavering for a moment. A short snort could be deciphered as a quick laugh in reply. "True, zhe method is about as good as a Ford Pinto." A couple Nations went slack jawed. Did...did Germany just make a joke?!
Michigan chuckled, beginning to smile contentedly at the German. "I'm not sure even a Lamborghini Murcielago could make it better."
Germany cracked a half smile, his broad shoulders bobbing in silent laughter. Italy woke up from his nap, sitting up with a lazy grin. "Ve~ Germany, are you talking about cars again?" He asked, having awakened from the name of one of his cars being uttered.
Germany snapped to attention upon hearing Italy wake up. "Ja, Italy. Now, back to the meeting at hand." His voice had suddenly gained volume and importance, booming over the heads of the gathered Nations.
Michigan huffed, falling back against the wall with a small pout. "What? Did you actually like talking car to that tight assed German?" Illinois asked, her hands occupied with her phone, Twitter open and being used almost fervently.
"Kinda, yeah." Michigan admitted, rolling his eyes and slightly turning away from his sister, the meeting was already boring, and now his only source of entertainment was arguing over the best type of food with China.
A gentle hand fell onto his shoulder, making the State jump in his skin, wild eyes landing on the friendly Minnesota. "Jesus fricken Christ man! What's with you and sneaking up on people?" He demanded, the other blonde giggling softly.
"Sorry about that, guess I'm just a really good spy," Minnesota stuck out his tongue in semi-playfulness, eventually he returned to a more concerned expression. "But seriously, what's happening in that head of yours?" To make a point, Minnesota poked Michigan's forehead lightly, earning a small scowl.
"Ugh, it's just this meeting is SOOO BORING!" Michigan groaned in reply, albeit a bit too loudly. Kansas hissed a threat into Michigan's ear, daring the older state to break the meetings silence.
Minnesota shrugged, casting an almost sad smile as if to say 'it's a meeting, not much to do about it.'
Wisconsin on the other hand turned abruptly at the anguished cry of his brother, reaching his arm over Michigan's shoulders. "Hey! So am I! We should make this meeting funner." He suggested with a wide grin.
Michigan grew an almost villainous smirk, eyes locking with Wisconsin's in a knowing fashion. "Funner how?" He asked, even though it was a useless question.
"We should start a song with the rest of the Midwest!" Wisconsin nearly squealed, already thinking of over a million songs he wanted to do.
"Oh? And which song would we do?" Michigan asked, pausing to let Wisconsin settle. However, as soon as he was about to speak, a harsh pinch was issued to his ear. Michigan hissed, wheeling around to face his attacker. God damnit Iowa...
"This is a meeting, and we all promised to act proper for Alfred." Iowa scolded softly, eyes flicking to the meeting-in-progress. If anyone actually dared to call it a meeting that is. To be frank, it was a garble of shouts and undignified acquisitions.
Michigan snorted, rolling his eyes boredly, wishing desperately that he had brought his novel in with him. "Oh shut up Iowa. Just go have gay phone sex with New Hampshire already."
Iowa flushed, retreating into themselves as a stuttering defensive mess. Which was usually what happened around Caucus time. With the literal national spotlight on the State, Iowa became overridden with supporters and candidates. Making the personification even more right assed than normal, until of course someone said something embarrassing.
Michigan smiled at his work, turning back to Wisconsin with the same questioning look. Wisconsin met the glance with one just shouting that he had figured something out. "Wolf in Sheep's Clothing." He said with a simple grin. That was a song all the States had heard far too many times during National conferences. The original 13 always started singing it when anyone mentioned England.
Michigan nodded, turning to his other side and leaning into Illinois' ear. He whispered the plan to her, smiling as he did so. Illinois began to smile as well, turning quickly to her neighbors and spreading the word. Perfect.
-About Twenty Minutes Later-
All at once, the Midwest stood up as one, shuffling around the room and finding their positions.
Michigan started, gesturing to the entire conference room. "Haha, this is 'bout you."
North Dakota picked it up from there, teetering on her heels. "Beware, beware be skeptical. Of their smiles, their smiles of plated gold."
South Dakota came next, smirking softly. "Depict so natural, but a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning!"
Missouri came next, keeping her part quiet as she wanted to be respectful, really she did. "Bah bah black sheep have you any soul?"
Ohio came next, flipping some of her short hair in the process. "No sir and by the way, what the hell ar-"
"Can you guys please not?"
Silence hung over the gathered people, all turning to stare at America who held an almost sad expression. "We already heard that from the 13, we don't need another random song..."
Missouri tipped her head, motioning for the other States to follow her out of the room. They all followed silently and without complaint, shuffling out of the condense table.
Once outside, the doors were shit softly, most of the Midwest having slumped against a wall.
"We screwed up pretty damn bad huh?" Ohio asked no one in particular, referring to the deep guilt she knew everyone was holding.
Call it a stupid reason to feel guilty. But if you've ever had someone- your guardian in this case- be disappointed in you...you know how gut wrenching it is.
And that's how the Midwest sat for the next few hours, the early afternoon sun beginning to dip into the horizon. Painting the sky brilliant hues of reds and oranges, violet fringing the outside.
As soon as the meeting was over, Alfred was the first to step out of the hall, walking into the circle of sorts of States. "Hey dudes! Stop looking so glum! Let's grab some McDonald's!" He started, mouth almost dripping saliva at the thought.
Nebraska raised a hand, already speaking as he did so. "How about Culver's instead?" He offered with a small smile. The rest of the Midwest immediately accepted, the States scooting up to their feet.
"Just...no ketchup please and thanks." Illinois piped up, checking her phone to see how popular she was becoming on social media.
"U-um..." Iowa started, looking down at his hands with a furrowed brow. "Can we invite New Hampshire...?"
A/N: So I guess I should explain a few things. 1) Michigan and Germany are super car nerds. Though that might be obvious. 2) Illinois doesn't like ketchup on her hotdogs, for whatever reason because like serious ketchup on hotdogs is THE. BEST. To each their own I suppose. 3) As I'm sure you all know, Iowa holds the first caucus in the nation, closely followed by New Hampshire which has the second. So I have a really weird head cannon that Iowa and NH get together a bunch and just talk all the politics ever. Idk how it even came to be tbh. ANYWHOOSLES THANK Y'ALL SO MUCH FOR READING! DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW AND STUFF! Thanks a whole bunch! ~Cornonlecob