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

Story 16: The united states of hell (Pt. 1)

Warning: A lot of cussing during New Jersey's POV... You'll see why if you read it.

Hawaii's POV
I stepped out of the van to see a lake, and at the middle of it stood a gorgeous chalet, surrounded by seemingly untouched nature.

The other states climbed out of the seemingly endless seated van, only to be confused about how'd we get over to the middle of the lake.

America walked over to a tree with a handprint carved into it an said "America".

"Denied."

"America."

"Denied."

"AMERICA!"

"Denied."

He took a big, deep sigh and then tried again.

"The United States of America..."

"Access Granted."

Just then, something rose from the lake. It was an opening, but to where? We all got back in the van and drove in.

The tunnel was transparent, and through it we saw all the fish swimming around us.

When we got into the garage, we stepped out to see what almost looked like a superhero's hideout.

Just then, someone came down from the elevator. We looked behind us to see, the man himself, UN.

"Good morning Mr. America." He said. "I see you've brought your states for me to watch over the weekend.

"What did he just say?" Texas asked. "Oh yea! That's why your bags are here. He'll be watching you for the weekend, while I get my well overdue vacation."

"Mr. America, please." UN said "Your last vacation was three months ago. And I assure you Canada is traumatized."

America's face filled with embarrassment while all the others either laughed or ooo-ed.

"Just... Take the bags, honestly." He said. He stuffed the "important" stuff into UN's arms, A.K.A medications and so on.

America drove off into the distance in his van, leaving U.N and us 50 problems.

"Ok. Rules. Clean music on the radio only, lights out at 12, stick to your assigned bedrooms, and the bathrooms included with them, feel free to unpack your stuff." He seemed strict, but obviously we had to have rules.

I went into my bedroom with a few other states and unpacked a few things, still leaving space for the modernness of the room to speak.

I walked downstairs and sat next to Alaska, who oddly had his coat, scarf, mittens and hat off, was sitting on a bench in the living room, next to the window showcasing an unbelievably beautiful view up the lake.

We hadn't talked in a while for a few reasons, but our conversation was surprisingly relaxing.

Man, I was almost numb to missing him, I missed him talking to me so much.