119 - Keep Family Close

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Texas x Alberta
Warning: incest, smut, choking
There's little to no plot lol
I've never been to Texas so forgive me for the accent. The Albertan accent is just a vague southern accent
As well, I used a translator for the Spanish, so sorry if it's wrong!

Alberta took a swig from his water bottle, staring out of the window of the car. He was going to meet some of his cousins—America's kids—for the holiday weekend. His grandfather, Britain, and grandmother, France, would be there, along with Uncle Kiwi and Uncle Aussie.

Since all thirteen of the provinces and territories didn't fit in Canada's truck, America had driven over to pick up the ones who couldn't fit. Right now, Alberta was squished beside British Columbia and Saskatchewan.

"Alberta, what did I tell you about the petrol?"

The province in question looked at the rearview mirror, seeing Canada's eyes.

"To change to greener energy," Alberta said with a roll of his eyes. "But, dad, my entire economy is built off fossil fuels!"

"No 'but's." Canada said. "I'm not having this conversation again." Alberta heard Prince Edward Island and Nova Scotia giggle in the passenger seat, and Alberta shot them a dirty glare.

Eventually, they got to a large house. Alberta had been there before, but had only seen the states sometimes.

He followed Canada and America into the almost-mansion, fixing his cowboy hat and vest. He had heard about a state like him, but never cared to hunt for him. Some people said that Alberta was the "Texas of Canada," whatever that meant.

Once the door opened, all hell reigned loose.

"Kids!" America yelled over the racket. "Your cousins are here!"

Everyone begrudgingly lined up. There were at least forty of them.

"Wait, where's Alaska?" America asked.

"Sulking," a state piped up.

"Shut up, Colorado," another butted in.

"Hey, I was being helpful!"

A few states scoffed.

"Hawaii, go get Alaska," America instructed and a small state nodded and ran upstairs. "Where's Texas?"

"With Trigger."

America groaned, "West Virginia?"

"On it."

Soon, all fifty states were lined up—based on height. Alaska beside Texas at the start with Delaware and Rhode Island at the end.

The Canadian provinces and territories were introduced, and Alberta noticed Texas watching him.

They were allowed to mingle for the rest of the time they were there. Texas gave a flick of his hat and a nod to Alberta—a silent "follow me."

Alberta found himself in Texas's bedroom. It was decorated with guns and animal heads. Texas sat on his unmade bed, looking Alberta up and down.

"Alberta, right?" He asked.

The province nodded, "Texas?"

"That's me."

"Why'd ya want me here?" Alberta asked, crossing his arms.

Texas smiled, "I wanted t' know who this province was that thought they could take my name. 'The Texas of Canada,' hmm?"

Alberta felt his face heat up, "It wasn't my choice."

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