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The Dysfunctional Family
Story # 5
Hello Hurricane
Summary: Maryland and New Jesrsey have the doors and windows boarded up, and they're ready and waiting to ride out Hurricane Irene.
Disclaimer: I own neither Hetalia nor Hurricane Irene. And honestly I don't really have a desire to own a hurricane.
T.A.R.N.S.: Okay, so is it just me or does the U.S. have a monopoly on a couple of kinds of natural disasters? I undrestand that with the Rocky Mountinas the plains get the tornadoes, but what's with the hurricanes all the time? Anyway, I was reading a couple of columns about storm prep on another site, and it gave me an idea. So I blew off my homework and wrote this instead.
New Jersey held the board over the window. It was the last one to go one the window; together with the two others it would completely cover the window. "You know Maryland, I have no idea how I ended up down here."
Maryland finished nailing in the last nail, and dropped an extra one back on the box. "Yes," He said, nodding. "I don't know why you're here either. Shouldn't you be further up north, bothering Pennsylvania and/or New York?"
Enrico Jones, personification of the state of New Jersey, shrugged. "New York is running around like crazy, just in case this hurricane hits him, and Penn's not concerned at all. Oh, he's stocked and ready and got everything that could possibly get blown away tied down, but he's not concerned."
"He lives farther inland than you or I." Mark Jones, the personification of the state of Maryland, said as he picked up the box of nails and the hammer. "Did you put lawn furniture in the shed?"
"Yes."
"Did you close the door?"
"Yes."
"Is that everything in the yard that could possibly get blown away?"
"Yes." New Jersey muttered as he picked up two extra boards lying on the ground and followed Maryland around to the shed. "Gee, now I remember why I don't have a yard."
"No, instead you have an apartment on the fourteenth floor of a building in Atlantic City." Maryland remarked as he took a board from New Jersey and set it over the one window in the shed.
"It's good real estate." New Jersey insisted.
"It may not be after this hurricane goes through." Mark replied, nailing the board over the window. "There. That takes care of all the windows. Speaking of apartments, what is New York going to do? I hope he has enough brains to realize that staying his penthouse during a hurricane is not the brightest idea."
"Yeah, he kinda figured that one out. He was frantically packing when I showed up. First I guess he was just gonna ride out it out, but then the forecast changed. I bet he goes and stays with Penn through this, too." New Jersey said.
Maryland had pulled out a pad of paper and was checking things off on it. "Car is in the garage, windows are boarded, loose objects from yard are stowed away…I'll have to send Flora a thank-you note after this storm is all done."
"What'd she give ya?" New jersey asked, peering over Mark's shoulder.
"A list of things to do before Irene hits." Maryland said. "And I believe I have just finished the last item on this list. Ready to ride out the storm, Enrico?"
"Yeah." New Jersey kicked at a rock. "I hope it doesn't tear things up too badly."
"Yes, 1938 is year none of us want to repeat." Maryland said as he put the pen and pad back into his pocket.
"And the sky is so clear this evening."
"Yes, the sky is the brightest and clearest right before you get nailed by a category three hurricane." Maryland remarked dryly. "Well, might as well go on in and get some hot food. We may not be able to have any for awhile after Irene goes through."
And the two headed back into the house, leaving a bright, clear evening sky behind them.
T.A.R.N.S.: I am not trying to make light of this or any hurricane, alright? Let me say that now, so no one jumps to conclusions. This was written last night (9-25-11), which is why it references the evening. Swithfoot fans will recognize the title of the story. there was another hurricane in 1938 that hit New England, and since I saw it referenced in one of the sites I was looking at, I referenced it here, too. The worst damage from the 1938 Storm was in Conneticut and Rhode Island, but other states along the coast took a beating, too. In New Jersey's case, the Atlantic City boardwalk got torn up, among other damage. (All of these facts come from Wikipedia, so they may or may not be right.) Now, onto the states.
NEW JERSEY - Enrico Jones, joined the Union on December 18, 1787, and became the 3rd state. He has black hair and blue eyes, and like most of his family dresses casually, though he likes to dress in blue and tan, his state colors. He spends lots of time bothering Pennsylvania and New York 'cuase I read somewhere that New Jersey is basically a suburb for those who workin in Phiadelphia and/or New York City. Which is why when something In Jersey's apartment - lights, water, etc - breaks, he shows up unannounced at New York or Pennsylvania's house and becomes the Thing that Will Not wrote in last time he showed up and wondered why no Jersey Shore jokes were made. No Jersey Shore jokes were made becuase I don't watch that show-and I'm sure that show is an insult to the state.
MARYLAND - Mark Jones, joined the Union on April 28, 1788, and became the 7th state. He has blond hair and blue eyes, but he dyes his hair black, becuase most of his family is blond and he decided he wanted to be different. he also wears a lot of black. Yes, despite what I'm sure most of you were probably expecting, I made Maryland a guy. He is something of a pessimist. His favorite food is crabs, preferable cooked into crab cakes.
Penn, I'm sure you remember, is short for Pennsylvania. 'Flora' is Florida's human name. And...umm...hey I think that's it for these notes. YAY!
Alright, that's all for this round. Everyone, please R&R. And to those of you in New England, stay safe up there.