DC Headcanons 2: Electric Boogaloo

Fires of Doubt

"He trained in a montage? That seems unrealistic." DC mumbled, completely lost in the movie he was watching with his head resting on Texas's shoulder.

"It was the eighties, those things happened." California mumbled back, laying his head on Texas's lap, lost in the movie as well. It was a quiet night in the Statehouse, and Texas was relaxing with his two boys watching a movie, shockingly, that DC had never seen before. DC had, of course, fought Texas's demands of watching a movie, arguing that he had far too much work, but the southern and western state were very persuasive which is how DC found himself mesmerized on the couch, wrapped in the warmth of two of his boyfriends.

"I wish I could train in a montage, would make farm work easy." Texas admitted, smiling when he felt California chuckling against his leg. He looked at DC who remained lost in the movie in almost a childlike state, then back down at California who, for the first time in what felt like ages, was smiling.

Texas had ulterior motives for demanding a movie night.

It all started after a meeting when California locked himself in his room and wouldn't come out, no matter how hard any of the other states or his boyfriends begged. California had gone on one of his rants, as per, and as DC tried to curb the argument, Oregon had piped up with some snarky comment making everyone else laugh and crushing California's spirits.

Florida managed to get California to eat a little something, but the nation state still wasn't talking until Texas came in and sat with him for a while. California completely broke down in Texas's arms, crying about how outside of his boyfriends and his brother he really had no friends at the table and everyone thought he was just a self-righteous jerk. He felt like a failure, he felt like he didn't belong, he felt like he was nothing.

To add to Texas's troubles, DC had to run another meeting this time with folks back in Washington after their meeting and as Texas comforted California, New York was trying to comfort DC after the folks back in Washington lambasted him about missing paperwork, or not knowing the exact times or places needed to advance bills. Texas had jumped when he heard something get thrown at the wall, and heard DC cry to New York that he shouldn't even be the government if he can't handle the stress and he wished he wasn't a colossal waste of time.

Well, Texas decided then and there that his boyfriends needed a break, so he loved up California for a while before going to DC (who was still trying to work but was obviously distressed) and the both of them convincing him he just needed to watch The Karate Kid since he obviously never seen it before. That's where he found himself with California on his lap holding his arm across his chest mumbling about how the movie felt a little racist to him but he couldn't pin it, and DC resting his head on his shoulder, flinching and reacting to everything happening in the movie, watching it with wonder.

It just wasn't fair, Texas thought, for the two of the gentler of the six boyfriends to feel this down about each other. California only wanted equality for everyone and to fight against injustice, DC wanted to be fair and balanced and try to help the American people. And yet their softness is what made them punching bags, because people mistook it for weakness. But they weren't weak, California took on the entire south sometimes by himself and DC commanded respect when he wanted to when the meetings got out of control.

It was just a shame that Texas could see it, and the other four boyfriends could see it, but the two men he was cuddling with couldn't.

"That had to have been illegal." California muttered.

"I thought nothing counted in the eighties." DC argued, making Texas smile. He kissed DC's head, and brought California's hand up with his own and kissed it.

His boyfriends were so loved, and they didn't even realize how loved they were.