The house was utter chaos, not that it was ever orginized at all, obviously. This house did belong to over fiftey Americans who happened to all have gotten their father's apttitude for slobby behavior. Well except maybe Virginia and New York, but York was just extremely OCD about stuff like that so it was normal. All the younger states ran around screaming in the most violent game of tag that anyone had ever seen played, though for the family it was regular occurence, and the older states were all doing whatever had caught their interest at the time the game had started and/or avoiding being run over by stampeding teenagers.
Ohio and Michigan happened to have caught each other's eyes somewhere along the way and where they usually avoided each other to keep from unneeded scuffles- because whenever the two even saw each other they ended up arguing and evetually in a fist fight. Right now they were rolling around the floor each attempting to tap the other out as if this was some sort of professional wrestling match. The younger ones couldn't care less though because they just became one more hilarious obstacle for them to avoid or laugh when someone face planted.
A sudden knock on the door made almost everyone freeze in their tracks, except the two wrestling states, they would prefer not to be interrupted... thank you. "Whose that?" The cut little Hawiian asked, her black bobbed hair cut tuck neatly behind her ears, which was a surprising feat considering all the running she had just been doing. The boy with almost snowy white hair that stood next to the twelve year old girl with a small frown, shrugging was his only comment to the question though, for he preferred not to speak. Actually he hadn't spoken a word since he had come to live with America and the others so everyone just assumed it had something to do with Russia.
Conneticut- always the clever one- decided that he was the one opening the door this time, at least there was no arm wrestling contest to see who would this time, "Well we will never know till we answer it." He spoke completely nonchalently.
Massachusetts was having none of this though, bright red knee high socks flashing in a tone similar to his mood at the moment- lets just say New York had just stopped him in the hall for something- he stormed and threw the front door open before anyone could even go near it. Plastering on a- fake- smile he asked, "Hello, is there someone you are here to see?" The little bubbly, shaking coffee brunette that stood in front of him shifted from foot to foot uneasily and wrung his hands. He couldn't tell if this kid usually had this much contained energy or if he was on a sugar high or what but there was not a part of the kid that wasn't... jittering. "Umm... Yes-yes I would like to- umm..." The kid looked completely uncomfortable with the taller man that stood in front of him and Massachusetts couldn't help but be slightly insulted, no one had ever been in any way uncomfortable talking to him, it just... didn't happen. "Shoot," the twelve year old looking boy mutter angrily, "I forgot what I was going to say..."
This made the dark red haired state standing at the door to scratch the back of his neck. Okay, this was getting awkward, even for him and Massachusetts normally is cool with everyone. "Wait, wait! Oh, yeah," the kid smiled airly, like he didn't care that he looked like a complete fool in front of all the veiwing states, "I came to see Mr. Jones, I have... some issues to talk to him about." His smiled brighted into a grin worthy of the 'hero' himself and the older man nodded opening the door wider to let the spazzy brunette go through.
The kid's nearly black eyes widened considerably- they were already pretty wide to start with so that was quite an acomplishment- when he saw how huge the inside of the house actually was. From the outside it didn't look like much but on the inside it was just... wow. That's all he could say to describe it.
The New England state lead the shorter brunette down a hall for a few minutes before coming to a stop right in front of a closed door- one of many down the hall- knocking softly he waited a minute, "So what's your name anyway kid?" He asked curiously, tilting his head to the side unconciously.
The little brunette's hands were fidgetting with the bottom of his tan colored shirt and shifting his weight again, "Lonny Jeremiah and yours?" He raised his dark colored eyes to meet Massachusetts own lighter sea green ones.
The older male gave the other a soft smile, "Lyman Jones, nice to meet you."
Just then the door opened and a disgruntled America- he had neglected his paperwork for a couple a days, catching up was terrible- peered out from between the small opening, his glasses resting on the top of his head telling Massachusetts that he had actually been working on the work for once. Meaning that him or one of his siblings wouldn't have to later. "Whaddya want?" The blonde American grumbled, rubbing his duller blue eyes and squinting to make out the faces before him, "Massie, I gotta finish this work or the boss is gonna kill me." He whined when he made out one of his older sons and a stranger that was bouncying on the balls of his feet and moving his eyes from one point of the room to the other quicker than American could make out.
Mass shrugged indifferently, "You're the one that's slacking and anyway there's someone here to talk to you," he pointed to the twitching kid, "Said it was some issue or something." And then he uncerimously left the younger boy with Alfred, both gaping at the retreating state's back shocked.
Lonny frowned as the only person he knew in this whole place just turned his back on him and left. One word. Rude! Suddenly his nerves began to get the best of him and he giggled, "So- Well- I came here to tell you about something that I haven't ever told anyone before- mostly because no ones every asked!- but I think it's important because there are more like me out there..." he drifted off, coughing with embarassment at his endless ramble.
The taller nation raised an eyebrow, his curiosity now peaked, pushing his glasses back down his nose to see the brunette better he couldn't help but ask, "Like you...?"
The boy jumped, as if startled by the question, "Y-yes!" He nearly shouted, before wincing and lowering his voice, "Lonny Jeremiah, also known as Starbucks," he stuck his hand out for the other American to shake.
Too bad, Alfred was too busy gaping at the boy like a fish to even think of reacting in any other way.
Okay so yeah I totally just did that... but I have a plausible reasoning for personifying Starbucks! If you think about it, there are enough Starbucks out there to make up a small country if they were people so there! My reasoning!
But yeah, tells me what you think, I'm sorry if I didn't give much detail to the other states in here but I just really want to get this idea out there- talking about an idea that popped into my head about ten minutes I published it.
TILL THE NEXT RANDOM CHAPTER THAT WILL PROBABLY IN SOME WAY BE RELATED TO THIS ONE BUT PROBABLY NOT!