DC took care of his friends. Even when he thought they hated him... even when he thought that he didn't actually have friends. He always cared about them and protected them. He couldn't do anything about the actual government and it's failures, and they all knew damn well that he had to defend their actions to an extent as was the nature of who and what they were. This was a fact for every one of them and was why they had friendships between each other that shouldn't otherwise make sense. The callousness or stupidity of the federal government didn't mean DC was like that himself. He always tried to be there for the States.
Hell... even when they were seemingly trying to mentally destroy him.
He loved his States. They were friends to him... family in a weird way. He would do anything for them. It was always like this, even when he was the butt of their jokes. Eventually, though, he was able to get closer to everyone. They lessened the jokes and hung out with him more. That's when they started to notice things they never noticed before. How they could complain about a person or thing that was causing them physical or mental distress and it would often lessen up, significantly... or even downright disappear. It wasn't everything, but certain things.
Florida, naturally, was the first to really notice. The way DC's eyes glinted in the light as Florida told him about why he was (temporarily) killed and why his hat was missing. Some drunk at a party wanted his hat and Florida wouldn't give it to him.
Oddly enough, that man went missing two days later, and the hat was 'just in the back of Loui's closet all along' somehow.
DC took care of his friends.
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Don't Hurt DC's Friends
Short StorySmall collection of drabbles where DC/Gov takes revenge on anyone who hurts his friends. He may be a cute fluffy ball of stress at the Table, but he isn't the Personification of a World Power for nothing. (Tags updated as I go. I'll TRY to mention t...
