Okay this is a old chapter that's been sitting around. The characters are the states but are virtually NOTHING like their modern ones. This was before I really got into how the states looked and acted but I thought I should post it so it's not like wasting around on my hard-drive. Anyway...it's crappy but I hope you get a laugh from Florida's horrible driving.
Disclaimer: icdeadppl does not own Hetalia or characters from it but does own OC's and plot
Chapter 2
Florida bit his lip before beginning to whisper a mantra of 'Don't kill your siblings, don't kill your siblings, don't kill your siblings" over and over. His grip on the steering wheel was strong enough to turn his Hispanic-like tan nearly white as four of his siblings talked *coupharguedcough * from his older sister yelling in the seat next to him at the three other states in the back seat. "How did this happen?" he thought, turning to get off the turnpike onto the highway.
"Hey! Fabi! Where the hell are we going?" yelled one of his other older sisters, Carolynn as she stretched up from her seat to grip at the back of his. Of course, she didn't look like his big sister right now. Lynny had been shrunkified down to a rather short eight year old but still had her wild brown hair with its ginger tints and the Jones eyes that all of the states had inherited; except Texas but that was a way different story and one he'd rather not get into right now.
"Carolynn, you've been cussing more than a sailor fresh out of a saloon since we've been in the car." chimed Grace, his oldest sister and closest state (On friendship/rivalry level) to Florida with California in a close second. The dirty blond haired girl was about the size of an eleven or so year old, a bit older than their youngest siblings of Alaska and Hawaii. Gracie was the real reason Fabio was here at all as she'd called him up early in the morning, while he was still sleeping in his beachside house in Miami, screaming about 'turning back into a kid' and how she was 'gonna strangle that black magic wieldin' northern rattler that I call brother'. Let's just say Florida didn't want to be in Massachusetts shoes right now. Or ever now that he thought about it.
Charlie sighed as he attempted to yank back the second oldest (Yet most immature) person in the car. It didn't work out that well. Out of everyone in the vehicle, the now five year old state of North Carolina, was the most like their Dad at least in the looks department with his blond hair, Jones eyes, and very similar face. The only things he didn't have were the glasses and Nantucket.
"Yo! Fabio you didn't answer the question!" hissed Lynny, shoving off the tinier state as she peered around the seat to glare at him. Probably the only good part of what was happening was that South Carolina's glare's, that normally were deadly in direct eye contact, just looked cute with her as a kid. Still slightly nerve-wracking but cute nonetheless. There was no way Florida would tell her that though. He remembered the civil war and it hadn't been pretty.
"On our way to Padre, remember Hermana?" Fabio said, looking through the mirror to return her gaze as she scowled at his reply.
"Soeur aînée, didn't anyone teach you manners chere?" drawled Lucy, smiling in a very French way that made everyone in the car nervous. Florida gave a weak smile back. At least Lucinda was normal…or as normal as the Cajun state had ever been. Louisiana had that aura about her with her curly black hair and deep tan that made her look biracial as well as her very gypsy like clothes as their Mom called them. It always got everyone's attention. That of course not counting her use of voodoo and the psycho black cat called 'Petite' curled over her shoulders. Let's just say that neither the cat nor its claws were very tiny as Fabio personally knew from his numerous run-ins with the hell-bent cat. He suddenly took a sharp turn and swerved around a car going to slow for his liking, causing both the South Carolinian grasping on the back of his seat and Louisiana to fly back in their seats, making Petite hiss angrily as it glared its amber gaze at the Floridian.
"Mon dieu Fabio! Watch your driving!" He turned to grin at her making Lucy punch him hard in the shoulder before she added, "Eyes on the road frère!" Lynny in the back was cursing up a storm in several different languages as Grace attempted to calm the infuriated state. Charlie just watched the two in the front with considering eyes. Only those who knew the state well knew just how mischievous the boy's thoughts had gone.
"He need's blinders like they use to put on horses and stuff so they'd stay focused." he mumbled, just loud enough to make everyone want to listen as well as set the match to anger the southernmost state.
"Oi! Chico! Remember who's driving here! I know what I'm doing!" Lynny snorted, looking a lot like their mother at that moment.
"Sorry to quote a movie and all but, 'Not even GOD knows what you're doing'!" She then promptly kicked the back of his seat causing Fabio to flinch.
"Ohhh! Good one Lyn!" laughed Louisiana, recognizing the quote as Grace began to giggle uncontrollably. It was taking all of Florida's effort not to bash his head into the steering wheel. After the laughter died down it was silent for a good ten seconds before the rebel just had to ruin it.
"So do we have to visit Alfred?" Grace pouted and poked her sister in the side, making Lynny yelp and glare at the older state.
"Yes!" Georgia looked exasperated. "Yes we have to as we need to find out what happened to us!" Charlie chose than to intervene, perhaps saving another civil war from out breaking in the backseat as he gently pulled on Carolynn's sleeve to get her attention. The moment she turned to him, the puppy dog eyes were on and he was sniffling. Oh boy was North Carolina about to get dramatic.
"P-pulease big sister, please don't call Daddy Alfred around us." He whimpered, adding in another sniffle at the end. Lynny gulped, trying to avert her eyes elsewhere as Fabio, Grace and Lousiana stifled their laughter. She'd always been a sucker for tears, more so when it was her closest sibling who was doing the fake crying after being turned back into a kid.
"Fi-fine. Can't we take a really long detour to…Dad's…" It'd been a while since anyone had heard the South Carolinian refer to America as 'Dad' which was showing the magnitude of the situation.
"No Carolynn. Padre called me only ten minutes ago and knows that we'll be there in time for dinner." All of a sudden all of the color drained out of the girls face and her eyes grew wide.
"Scheisse! Don't tell me he cooked?!" At those words, everyone else in the vehicle visibly paled at the thought.
"N-no Lynny. Padre probably will just get McDonald's or maybe Mami cooked. After last time I'm pretty sure he's still not even allowed in the kitchen." A shiver passed through the van.
"How did he set that salad on fire anyway?" asked Grace, trying to add humor to the situation.
"Dios lo sabe. Alright! Bad memory time over!" Great now he sounded just like his Dad. Without even looking into the backseat he knew Carolynn was frowning. "We've got another...hour I'd say till we hit DC-"
"Is this counting your speeding thirty miles over the limit?" Fabio glared at the cocky rebel state but continued.
"So since we got that long," A grin appeared on his face. "Who's up for a good ole game of license plate alphabet?"
"I knew I should have ridden with Alan and Mim." hissed Lynny, smacking her hand onto her forehead. Okay so not only had Louisiana decided to come along but Alabama and Mississippi too. The only difference was that they decided to ride in their own car and avoid the three kid siblings that Florida had to deal with plus an always hyper Louisiana. Lucky bastards.
"Oh c'mon, it's not that bad." Said Grace, smiling. The car made a sudden lurch as Fabio swerved around another car going the speed limit, making everyone hold on to their respective seats and each other while Fabi grinned. Charlie, Lynny, and Lucy all spoke at the same time.
"Yes it is."
God, I hate this chapter but I do love some of the scenes. Florida so learned his driving from NY by the way, that is a actual fact that's still in his more modern persona. There's so much in here that is hard to explain as in this story the states are all blood related. I mean, SC's a brunette in this! I'm going to be redoing this whole story but not until I finish other products like Loophole Conspiracy and Our Shadowed Selves. Anyway, I hope you at least found it a little funny.