DC Headcanons??? MAYBE?

I'm Sorry

They finally went too far.

They thought they were doing a good thing by making a joke of the situation, they thought maybe DC would crack a smile, maybe finally relax after months of turmoil over the election.

Instead they just pushed, and pushed, and pushed, until DC reached a boiling point.

"NO ONE FUCKING CARES." Was the last thing DC screamed before grabbing his things and slamming the door behind him. The other states heard the argument, which wasn't hard considering the argument was in the hallway, and were split over who was at fault. Most of the states took DC's side and were ignoring the main five, while others comforted the main five and tried to reassure them DC would be back.

"I WISH I NEVER STARTED THESE MEETINGS." DC had screamed from his car before slamming his door and driving off, probably going back to Washington to cool down with his sister. The house had been quiet since then, the states and the main five trying to occupy themselves while they tried to figure out their next steps.

California was silent as he just stared off into nothing, not taking anything offered by Colorado and instead just lost in his own world. Florida was gone, no one knew where he went, and no one tried to stop him. Louisiana was alone in the kitchen, on his fifth daiquiri and pondering another, wondering why he just had to keep pushing. Texas sat in Kentucky's room, going over and again the argument they had, and while the southern state disagreed with how they conducted themselves with their boyfriend, Kentucky was willingly to hear Texas out and coach him back. New York had just shut down like California, but he locked himself in his room and not even Massachusetts and Connecticut could get him out. He just sat in the dark, playing some old music he liked when he was a teenager, wondering where he went wrong.

This went on for days, still DC did not call. The states were divided over whether or not to call DC himself and ask to just talk to his boyfriends or giving him space. Someone got a hold of IDC and asked her for updates on DC's status and how he was doing mentally; the international branch of the government coldly explained that DC was stable, not great, just stable, and he didn't want to speak to anyone right now. As the days went by it looked like DC would never return and his room would remain a museum of what was, how things were, and a monument to happy memories before that fateful day in January.

Christmas passed; several gifts were left under the tree. Eventually as the holiday season ended and New Years came and went, despite Texas's pleas, the states had to get rid of the tree as it had become a fire hazard. The states knew Texas, as well as DC's other boyfriends, had wanted to keep it up, wanted DC to come back to open presents, laugh with the boyfriends, and things to return to normal.

The days ticked by, the hours were long, Trump didn't accept defeat but Biden was finally able to transition into the White House. The Statehouse lost it's warmth, it's fun, it's charm. It looked like things were over; DC would stay in Washington and possibly be breaking up with the main five, the main five would return back to just five, and things would transition back to pre-pandemic when no one knew who 'DC' was. Maybe they'd be lucky and the meetings would continue but, as DC of old would do, an intern would be in DC's place instead of the nervous, kind man who they all took advantage of. The one they took for granted.

January 19th, early in the morning, and the phone rang solely in the kitchen. Alaska waited patiently for someone to answer it, rolling his eyes when no one emerged and left his comfy place on the couch to get the phone.

"Hello?" Alaska said with a sigh.

"........"

"Hello?" Alaska tried again.

"......."

"Look if this is a prank call I'm hang--"

"Alaska?" A soft voice whispered and Alaska's face brightened up.

"DC?" Alaska whispered.

"I...I know I'm the last person you want to hear from. I....look I'll hang up, it was nice talking to..."

"No, no DC don't go!" Alaska begged. "Do you want me to get someone?"

"I....they're not going to want to talk to me. After what I did." DC pointed out.

"Fed, you're so wrong." Alaska announced before cupping the end of the receiver. "HEY GOT A PHONE CALL HERE FROM A MR. DC. A PHONE CALL FROM SOMEONE NAMED MR. DC." He grinned when he heard a crash and suddenly, a disheveled California appeared in the doorway of his room.

"DC?" California yelled. He dashed over to the phone and ripped it out of Alaska's hands, just as the other states emerged, as well as the four other boyfriends.

"DC? DC it's me." California announced.

"P-Poppy..." DC gasped and tears sprung to California's eyes. He yelped as the phone was ripped out of his hands by a very gaunt Texas.

"Sugar? Sugar it's Texas!" Texas said before the phone was attempting to be pulled away.

"I GOT TO HIM FIRST." California yelled.

"I'M THE MORE LEVEL-HEADED ONE RIGHT NOW." Texas argued.

"Give me the GODDAMN PHONE." New York yelled, getting into a fight trying to get the receiver. The fight went on for several more minutes, before the phone was pulled out of all three of the state's hands and Louisiana stood tall.

"Everyone else, OUT." Louisiana ordered, using his non-nonsense voice, and the other states scattered back to their rooms, although a few brave souls opened their doors a crack to listen in. The call lasted for a good two hours; there was a lot of muffled talking, some tears, and so many apologies everyone lost track. Georgia even heard a 'FLORIDA'S WHAT?' coming from the other line, signaling to him that DC was, in fact, back. After another hour of tears and apologizes, the three agreed to head out tomorrow for the inauguration, and, more importantly, find Florida. At the sound of all four saying 'I love you', all the states breathed a collective sigh of relief.

The six were back.

It nearly took all night before the four found Florida, hanging out in Miami with the other college kids, drinking and causing chaos in the bars. Florida initially didn't believe Louisiaana when he said DC called, but after the other three recounted the entire conversation, Florida broke down into happy tears, almost ready to dash off to Washington and see their long-gone lover now.

The next morning, the main five attempted to make themselves presentable before heading off to the inauguration. New York refused to leave behind his coat, and while Florida did borrow a nice shirt off of Maryland he refused to change out of his shorts. Still, it'd be exactly as DC would've remembered them before the fight, which is what they wanted.

The main five waited throughout the entire inauguration, straining at times on their tip toes or, if you're Florida on top of one of his boyfriend's shoulders, trying to get a peek at DC. The inauguration was long, and Florida only had the attention span to last thirty minutes, but when it was over and the crowd dispersed, the main five waited for DC to show up in the crowd.

"Hey." A soft voice whispered behind them, and the main five turned. DC stood smiling awkwardly, tears already in his eyes. He wore a suit that they could remember IDC picking out for him months ago, but instead of his usual red tie, he replaced it with a light blue.

For a while no one spoke, both sides just staring at each other making sure the other was really there, really standing in front of them. Finally, DC let out a strangled cry and the main five crushed him in a hug, all of them lost in a sea of tears, kisses, and apologizes. They stood like that for a good while, as the stage got broken down and all the attendees went home.

Nothing more had to be said.

(Turns out, it was Biden who encouraged DC to get back in touch with his boyfriends. DC was distraught as he helped Biden's team set up, so he took him aside and asked what was wrong. After DC recounted his story, Biden told him that pride was a heavy thing, and it wasn't worth losing a good relationship because of pride. And as DC slept in a giant cuddle pile with all his boyfriends later that night, he realized the new president was right.)