A collection of my American personificationhumans oneshots! Some happy, some sad, some mixes of the two, and some mildly concerning crack!!
Requests are open! I don't know what else to say, I'm terrible at book descriptions! :D
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(A/N: Answered an ask on my Tumblr blog, ask-the-usa-manor, but it got pretty lengthy! I wouldn't say it's the best quality since I intended it to be much shorter blog post and not a full length oneshot, but at least it's fun. Enjoy the crack. So much crack. A substantial amount of crack. A boogie woogie amount, if I may be so bold. But. No real crack. Don't do crack. Do water. Stay hydrated. <3
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Ft... LIGHTHEARTED WRITING BY EVE!?! 😱🤯🔥🥣🦆***NOT CLICKBAIT***)
America sighed, content with his world as he picked up his bowl. It was a perfect afternoon. Life wasn't always this easy, but right now, everything felt perfect. The silence was golden, and this quiet peace was a rare escape. One that he normally didn't care for, as he didn't usually like to hear his busy mind. But for whatever reason; right now he was content with it, and he was grateful.
Sunbeams. Silence. Serenity. Soup.
"IT'SHERE!!!"
...South Dakota.
From where he was in the kitchen, America heard a series of crashing noises follow the distant announcement, trailed by a string of Virginia's indignant scoldings.
America cringed inwardly as he heard Dak wave her off with a quick 'sorry.'
Bad move. He must be really high spirited about something if he's brushing off Ginny's annoyance. A peeved Virginia was a force to be reckoned with. Everyone knows that.
Especially me, America shuddered, perhaps a little too over dramatically as he returned to his lunch, Some days it feels like she's my parent, not the other way around...
He heard the scolding intensify.
...Welp, not my problem, He shrugged, Godspeed, Dak.
If it were anyone other than Ginny, he might've stepped in. However, believe it or not; he was a smart man. Deep down. Deep down. Very, very deep down. Wayyyyyyyy deep down, there was a little. Tiny spark of intelligence. Shocking, he knows.
Smart men didn't get under Virginia's skin. There are less painful ways to murder your soul.
While America shuddered at the thought, the nearby garden door swung open.
"Dad!"
"Don't care, eating soup," America shrugged, taking another spoonful, "Do whatever. Just don't die."
New York (that's odd, he's never in New Jersey's territory- er, 'the garden') kicked his shoes off, "Was that Dak who pulled into the driveway?"
"No, it's your other brother who has a shrine of bumper stickers to Badlands national park and an eerily accurate bobblehead of Mount Rushmore on his dashboard."
New York looked like he was about to shoot something back, but stopped short as a muffled chant started up;
