DC Headcanon's 6: Sparkle Sparkle!

United

disordered eating mention 

It was supposed to be a fun day.

A heavy weight hung in the air at the Statehouse as the first rays of sun streamed the windows lighting up the kitchen, living room, and various bedrooms. The states all got up on their own schedules, moving around each other, mumbling quiet greetings or just nodding, knowing the seriousness of the day.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

The TV was on, but no one was really watching, sparing glances as they passed with breakfast plates or back to their rooms. The only one who chose to sit and watch the TV was California, who everyone tried to avoid seeing how the nation-state was already in a bad mood. When the news switched on, and the reports started about Trump leaving the Whitehouse, one brave western state tried to change the channel to spare him the hurt.

"No." California ordered, voice hard. "Keep it on."

There was supposed to be playful bickering, between red and blue states, as they watched the festivities.

Oregon sighed and turned to New York, who just slipped out from the kitchen and gave him a weary look. New York nodded and sat down next to California who didn't tear his eyes away from the screen. He sat in tranquil fury, hands clenched together against his mouth, watching, waiting. The northeastern state became vaguely aware of a couple more states joining them, but didn't glance away from his boyfriend, eyes narrowing hard as the president and his wife walked out of the White House.

They knew DC had duties, and would spend most of the day in Washington, but as soon as he got home they knew it was time to celebrate.

A heart monitor beeped slowly in the silent hospital room, the same light shining through the windows at the Statehouse streamed through the large window facing the hospital bed. DC didn't pay it attention, however, in fact he didn't pay much of anything attention. After his morning breakfast, he felt exhausted and was fast asleep, the simple act of eating too much for his weak body. The TV played on in front of him, put on by a few visitors in the room, but they remained quiet as they watched.

Florida would get him so drunk he'd forget he'd ever had worked for the Orange man, in fact they'd all drink enough to forget. The hangovers would last for days.

"There he goes." Louisiana muttered, watching the TV. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Florida, crossing his arms, clutching his biceps so tight he was leaving marks from his fingernails. The Cajun man knew his boyfriend was close, and unlike Texas or California would not be afraid to let his fury out, so he silently slung his arm around his shoulder and brought him in tight as they watched the couple talk to reporters on the White House lawn.

"Fucking coward." Virginia muttered, sitting on the bed next to his nephew. He turned back to DC to make sure he hadn't heard his little outburst, but the fed was still asleep, and would probably be for awhile, as long as nothing woke him. Virginia turned his attention back to the TV, feeling nothing but contempt, and hoped his niece was faring much better.

A few days later after the celebrations went down, they'd go back to work, ready for the challenges and turbulence of the new administration.