On Fire

The Attack

A/N: So I was working on my human!DC/Florida AU (yeah I don't know either) and then this idea came into my head and I had to write it. I know a video about the riots was done, but I wanted to make it *angsty* 

Also someone did a headcanon that the Main 6 were all together any y'know I love it, case closed, bring the dancing lobsters 

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It had been a day to say the least.

DC was already stressed because of the electoral vote counting and the subsequent fight that would ensue, top that with a bad meeting where no one wanted to corporate, and a fight with Florida in which his three other boyfriends took his side, DC just wanted this day to be over. The federal district rubbed his temples as he attempted to do his paperwork, a subtle headache throbbing in his head. It had started when Trump began his speech and just wouldn't stop. He wanted to go out to the kitchen and take some medicine but he might run into some of his other boyfriends and he wasn't in the mood.

DC dropped his pen and groaned, headache becoming slightly unbearable. What the hell was going on? Was it all the chaos? Why couldn't his boss just accept the election results? His headache throbbed, hurting his entire body and making him feel dizzy. Maybe he should just accept the awkwardness and just take some medicine, it'd make him feel better.

As soon as DC stood up, he felt his knees buckle beneath him.

Luckily he was able to fall back onto the chair, but his entire body still felt sore and warm, like it was on fire. He could hardly move and his head felt like it was going to explode. He hadn't felt like this since....

No. It couldn't be.

With little strength, DC reached over to grab his phone and shakily held up the screen hoping to God that it wasn't what he feared. The news notification confirmed his worst fears.

Trump Supports Charge Capitol Demanding to 'Stop the Steal'

DC dropped the phone with a little scream, head throbbing and body feeling like it was being torn in two. He was shaking like he had a fever and his stomach bubbled with acid that threatened to come out. He forgot what this felt like, he forgot the last time when this happened, how it felt like his entire body would be pulled apart and the country would fall. This time it felt like he had tiny invaders in his body, like ants crawling on his skin, and he JUST WANTED THEM OUT.

The federal district stood up on shaky legs and managed to stumble around his desk, only focused on getting out of the house, getting out of the country, JUST GET OUT. DC suppressed the urge to vomit as he threw open the door, falling to the wall opposite his office as he struggled to gather his strength.

"Sha?" Came a familiar drawl from the living room, and through blurry vision he could make out the figures of the other states, including his boyfriends, sitting on the couch or floor watching the news.

"Need....I need out...." DC hissed, finally able to straighten up and attempt to move.

"Whoa, whoa....I think you need to sit..." New York offered, approaching the fed.

"No....need....I need....out...." DC mumbled pushing around New York and stumbling through the kitchen.

"We can't let you out in this condition!" California pointed out.

"Sha, sit." Louisiana ordered, losing his playful tone and adopting a firmer one.

"No....no I...."