(This story was brought to you by my procrastination and google translate)
America's POV
"Pick up..." I said as I called my brother, Canada. "What's up buddy?" He said Canada was always very polite. "So, uh, I had this idea. Maybe you could come over today with your kids?" I know, it was kind of a horrible idea, but why not?
Hawaii's POV
I fixed the hibiscus flower in my non-existent hair before America called the states downstairs. I ran down the stairs and sat down next to the others, as Ame explained the situation.
"Alright guys, Canada is coming over with his States, so get ready for the moment this house becomes even more chaotic, ok?"
We all nodded, but I still thought it was a bad idea. And when I say bad, I mean more-chaotic-than-pearl-harbour-bad.
Gosh, that hurt to say.
Anyway, just after he said that the door burst open, and there stood a tall male with a red and white horizontal striped flag with a red maple leaf in the middle. It was Canada, and behind him were 13 provinces.
His life seemed easy compared to America. 13 Vs 50. Holy shit.
They all raced in while Canada talked to America. "Hey, buddy! Haven't seen you in a while, eh?" Canada said. "Yea! Let's go somewhere that's away from the chaos." America replied.
Matt's POV
New York walked up to one of the provinces, New York had a look on his face like this province was up to something.
His stomach started to have a weird feeling. It was his theatre radar.
"Are you..." New York didn't even get half of his sentence out before the province replied. "Yes. You're New York, you're one of us. Hamilton, I assume?"
"Correct, and you're a fan of that musical... What's it again... Come from away? And you're Newfoundland, correct?" New York asked.
"Yes. Now let's do a Broadway-style ritual."
Idaho was over by the counter getting a glass of water when a province noticed her potato sweater.
"Wait-wait-wait-wait, is that a potato sweater?" The province asked. "You must be Idaho, and I'm P.E.I, another potato fan."
"Yea," Idaho replied. "So... you wanna see my little potato farm outdoors?"
"Sure! Let's go!" P.E.I replied. The two of them stepped into the potato garden, as Idaho showed him all that there was to see.
Small potatoes, big potatoes, picture-perfect potatoes, deformed potatoes, just... potatoes.
P.E.I was in awe, he had never seen so many potatoes before. Rumour has it, he fainted from all the amazement.
Louisiana's POV
I was getting a glass of water... But I ended up accidentally spilling it on the floor.
"Merde..." (Shit) I said hesitantly.
"Hey! Surveille ton langage! Il y a prople ici!" (Hey! Watch your language! There are people here!) Quebec yelled.
I looked him dead in the eyes. "Essayez-Moi, salope." (Try me, Bitch.)
The next thing I knew, Delaware was struggling to keep us from pretty much strangling each other.
"Let me put this in a language you two imbeciles can understand. Pour l'amour de Dieu, arrêtez de Vous, battre Avant Que quelque, chose ne se passe. There." (For the love of God, stop fighting before something goes down.) Delaware said.
Thank goodness we stopped after that. I still had plans to stomp his kneecaps backwards after that though.
Alaska's POV
I was lying on the couch, when two familiar faces came in front of me.
It was the provinces of British Columbia and Yukon. "Alaska! We were looking for you. Where's Cali, Oregon, and Washington? The state, Washington. You know."
I tried to remember where I last saw them "Not sure, how about we go look for them?"
"Great!" B.C said. We looked EVERYWHERE for them.
Upstairs... Downstairs, The attic... The basement... You name it, we looked there.
We were slowly giving up hope, when suddenly, more sudden than a jump scare, Washington... Fell through the ceiling?
I had to be dreaming. I pinched myself really hard. I felt it. Ouch.
"Oh hey guys! Me, Cali, and Oregon were making videos upstairs. I'm pretty sure something was wrong with the floor up there anyway."
"You ok Washing Machine?" Yukon asked. He was pretty young, so he though that's what his name was. Pretty funny to say the least.
"It's Wa-shing-ton. Also, I'm alright. I've had worse. Once me and Oregon were playing tag and I jumped from the balcony into the pool. Don't try that at home kids."
While Washington told Yukon stories about his daring adventures, Me and B.C went to investigate the scene of the fall.
Turns out the support for the floor was pretty weak, so that was gonna have to be checked out, also for the rest of the house.
(Might have something to do with my next story...)
Matt's POV
"BOY YOU GOT ME HELPLESS! LOOK INTO YA EYES THE SKY'S LIMIT I'M HELPLESS!"
Canada and America awkwardly looked at N.L and New York as they walked down the stairs screaming the lyrics to "Helpless".
"And this is why I regret having kids... My god." America said.
Canada tried not to laugh, "I can see why you'd say something like that. But at least my kids are a bit better."
"Yea." America replied "I still love 'em though, and I still need to protect them."
"Mhm." Canada said. "Well, I better get going. Supper won't cook itself, eh?" Canada called all his provinces down to him. "Kids! Come down here! We gotta go! Say your goodbyes and get ready to go!"
All 13 provinces, 3 of which are territories, ran up and down the stairs, they said their goodbyes and headed out the door.
"Yea, Dad?... So when are you getting that shitty floor up there checked out?" Alaska asked America.
"Eventually." He said. "I'll probably send you guys off somewhere for the time being while those floors get their little check-up."
"I know exactly where we can go, Dad."
AAAAAAAA! It's done! I'm extremely sorry for procrastination, but I've been really stressed out with life lately, but I'm trying my best to manage.
With the end of the school year coming up, I'm excited not just for the summer, BUT THE ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF STATEHUMANS STORIES!!!
On June 20th, our beloved book turns a year old! I can't even begin to think about how that the book that I've been working on has been in work for a year!
I'll try by best to do a special story for this event!! I have around a month to do it, so I better get started!
Anyway, thank you for reading this story, until next time, Matt, signing off. Bye!