America: 50☆Stars (Vol. 3)

Episode 2: Georgia Turns Blue?!

Putting on her shoes and coat, Georgia was getting ready to head out to work. As she was adjusting her face mask, a powerful boom slammed the front door off its hinges, shattering the stained glass window. "A riot?!" She became fearful for her safety.

Fortunately, it wasn't a riot. Unfortunately, it was much worse.

"This can't be!" South Carolina stomped past the broken door, careful not to slip on the glass shards that were scattered across the wooden floor. "Are you really...?" She stopped to gasp at what her neighbor was wearing. 

"M-My door!" Georgia's worries melted away as anger rose in her chest. "You didn't have to break it open! You could've rung the doorbell or simply knocked like a civilized citizen!"

"My bad. I got carried away when I rushed over here." Her tone wasn't at all apologetic. "Anyway, you have a lot of explaining to do, traitor."

"Traitor? I didn't storm—"

"You!" She pointed an accusatory finger at her. "How dare you turn blue!"

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Unable to head to work with her front door destroyed beyond restoration, Georgia was forced to stay home until a handyman delivered and installed a new door. In the meantime, she was obligated to entertain South Carolina as a guest who refused to leave until she accepted an appropriate answer from her concerning the color of her dress. The hot tea she brewed calmed her exasperation but only slightly.

"You're being overdramatic," Georgia huffed. "I'm not the only Southern state to turn blue. Remember Delaware, Maryland, and Virginia? You never complain about them."

"First off, I hardly think of Delaware and Maryland as Southerners," South Carolina excused. "As for Virginia, she has the mind of a purple state; I can't tell what she's thinking. It's not like I can scold her, you know. But you." She glared. "As your senior, I'm ashamed to see what you've become."

"Again, you're being overdramatic. This isn't the first time you've seen me in blue. I know it has been over twenty years, but I've briefly worn blue clothes in 1992 for a change. You've never complained back then."

"1992 was an exception. That was when we had to choose between Arkansas's candidate and Texas's candidate. I allowed that to slide."

"If that's the case, can you let this slide, too?"

"Absolutely not!"

She grumbled, "For the last time, you're being overdramatic. Your favorite color is indigo blue. You wear it as much as any color on the rainbow."

"Well, indigo is an exception for me. It's not only a pretty color, but it has also been responsible for my upbringing. At the very least, I look good wearing it. I can't say the same about you."

"It's not that bad."

"It's abnormal. It doesn't help that hue of blue looks terrible on you. If not for that coat, you look like you're dressed as Trad Girl."

"You didn't just insult me in my own house..." She looked her dead in the eye.

"Go back to wearing pink, red, or any color that isn't blue."

"Or, you can stop acting like a child and get used to me wearing blue for a while," she suggested, sipping her cup of tea.

South Carolina scoffed, "If I can't convince you, maybe social media has something to say that'll make you change your mind."

"I doubt it..."

~ Hetalia... ~

After thanking the handyman for installing a front door to her home, Georgia turned her attention to South Carolina whose eyes were focused on Instagram. "Well? Anything they have to say?"