The American Dream: oneshots

Family Huddle

Day 8: Warm Mugs

As he was wrapped in hundreds of blankets, Mexico wanted to curse the weather. He couldn't believe the temperature had dropped so fast. Fall had just started! Why did it get so cold so fast?! Pangea! He hates it so much! Why couldn't he be like Russia and not be bothered by it?!

"Papito? Are you okay? You're doing that face you do when someone stole the last tamale." California said as she brought in a tray of mugs from the kitchen. His sons were sitting with him in the living room, sitting underneath the blankets with him. And his one guest...was sitting on the hard floor in shorts.

"Can you blame him, Cali? His land barely gets any snow and he's just a little closer to the equator line than us. Besides, he'll be fine in a couple more days." Colorado said as he laid back onto the floor with a mug next to him. How is he okay with this?!

"It's just the beginning of fall! It's not that cold yet!" California yelps as she places the tray on the coffee table. Mexico just grumbles and hugs the blankets tighter. There was no way he was going to leave the warmth of his blanket for anything.

"Papito, do you want some hot chocolate?" Okay. Maybe for that.

Mexico reached out of the blanket to grab the hot mug and was almost tempted to let it rest on his chest for the rest of the day. But with the number of kids in his home, he rather not risk getting this spilled on him. Besides, that's more America's thing. "Gracias mija. I do need this."

He looked over at his boys as they quickly drank and burned their tongues. He chuckled before blowing the steam away. "Slow down mijos. It's still very hot."

"But we're cold!" New Mexico and Arizona whined.

"It's not cold yet!" California yelled.

"Yes, it is! Y'all never experienced it!" Texas snapped.

"Please stop! Pangea will not tolerate this!" Utah shouted.

"Like she could do anything! Stop bring her up!" Nevada screamed.

"Why is everyone shouting!? Can't we just watch some movies?" Colorado questioned. This continued for a good two minutes until Mexico just had enough. He did not have the patience for this sibling spat. But he knew that anger was not the answer. He had to be warm like a mug, not boiling like lava. Setting his mug down, Mexico cleared his throat. This caused all the States to stop yelling and looked right at him. To say that they were frightened would be an understatement.

"Niños. Please. Your drinks are getting cold. Sit down and drink your drinks. It should be cooled. And please don't start another fight. This is only the second week." He said calmly yet sternly.

"Sorry Papá. It won't happen again." The States sat down and drank their drinks in silence. Mexico took a breath and took a sip from his warm chocolate drink. At least the warm mugs are enough of a distraction.

Word count: 507 words

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Rainy