~[] Statehumans: Unscripted! []~ [A Statehumans story collection by Mars]

Story 15: Borders

(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.)