I keep having ideas and they're all about Texas because he's my favorite for no reason other than I just decided that he is
Anyway this is more of just a smol thing for chuckles, each chapter will probably only be around 300 words or less, and it's...
Texas is an average lil boy child living in the 21st century
Is it still the 21st century?
F*ck
Wait
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Anyway, I guess Texas is an average lil boy child living in the 22nd century
He has two dads, because why wouldn't he?
Their names are America and Mexico
He loves them until they don't let him stay up after 9
Then he decides to hate them
Until he accidentally falls asleep and wakes up to pancakes in the morning
Then he loves them again
He also has two uncles, one aunt, and a lot of other uncles that are all named "tío"
Texas doesn't quite understand that Spanish and English are two different languages yet, despite being able to speak both
Texas might not be the brightest
That's the end of that statement
He is cute though
And he loves everyone
He even loves himself
Not everyone can say that much
But Texas can
"Dad, do the voices ever talk about you?" Texas asked.
"Do you mean your thoughts?" America asked.
"Ohhh that's what they are? Why do some of my thoughts sound like a narrator?" Texas asked. America shrugged. He didn't want to ignore his sons random, slightly weird questions, but he had a lot to do. America was a business man doing business things after all.
"Why don't you go hang out with the Caribbean?" America asked.
"Because they're taller than me and say swears," Texas said.
"It's nothing you haven't heard from uncle Aussie," America said, before checking the time. "Well, I have to go now... I'll see you after work, ok kiddo?" America said, patting the oversized cowboy hat Texas was wearing, making it tip over all lopsided. Texas giggled.
"Ok, bye dad!" Texas exclaimed. Once he was sure America left, Texas grabbed his leather satchel (a gift from his grampy) and snuck out of the house, planning on doing some exploring. Besides, it'll just take a few minutes, what can go wrong?
I'm sleepy and probably won't remember this by the time I wake up but it will exist and I'll have no recollection of why or when I wrote it
