~!America/CountryHuman Oneshots!~

☁️Overwhelmed☁️

(Art above is not mine!)
A little bit of dad America angst, but not too much, y'know? Parental guilt type thing. Enjoy!
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America was never the type of country to get irritated so easily. It was rare for his usual charismatic and joyous persona to be replaced with a form of anger or sadness. Being a father to 50 or more younger children, of course, is never easy. Who would have the perseverance to keep up with so many, while some struggle with only one or two children? Despite the struggles of taking care of them, he kept his attitude calm and collected, never losing his temper no matter the situation. He'd never lost his temper, until now.

"Alright, alright, break it up you two." America spoke in a rather gentle tone of voice. His hands rested on the two states' backs, slowly rubbing small circles as a form of soothing or relaxing them. A smile was plastered over his features, attempting to diffuse the situation.

"Alabama started it!" A finger pointed at the state, an arm wrapping around America's waist. The tone of voice was whiny and accusatory, unintentionally sounding grating to any ears forced to listen to the complaints from the state. Mississippi gripped on tightly to America's shirt, leaving the American quietly chuckling. Alabama gazed at the two, his arms crossed over his chest protectively. He glared at Mississippi, responding with a quick, "nuh-uh!" It was rare for these two specific states to cause trouble, speaking they weren't the main loud-mouths of the house. America gently patted Mississippi's back, pulling his hand away from Alabama's. He slowly lowered himself so he was crouching on their level, leaving a hand on Mississippi's shoulder, his knees letting out quiet cracks as he did so.

"Before we start pointing fingers, would one of you like to explain to me what exactly happened? Why are we arguing and fighting?" America responded, his voice quiet and soft. His gaze switched between the two states, awaiting his explanation. His gaze was caring, showing that he wasn't upset with them, and was simply confused. The two states seemed eager to explain their story, each wanting to pin the blame on the other. Alabama went forward first, speaking before the other even had the chance.

"Well, Mississippi here, tried to -"

CRASH!

All three of them jumped at the sound. America whipped his head around, nearly getting dizzy in the process. He raised himself back up to his original stature, his hands resting against his sides. His gaze danced around the room, landing on the hallway leading to the bedrooms. An exhausted sigh escaped his lungs, feeling rather hesitant to reveal to himself what had happened. With a quick glance to the two states and a quiet mutter of, "I'll be back," America walked forward. His steps were soft against the hardwood floors. He let out a rather loud sigh, walking into the dark hallway, quickly switching on the light.

"Alright. What in the world happened here?" America spoke in a tone resembling disappointment and scolding. His hands rested on his hips, waiting expectantly for an answer.

North and South Carolina's limbs were tangled together, their bodies laying limp together on the floor. Tears were welling in North's eyes, her lip quivering involuntarily. She had a small bruise developing on her cheek, being revealed more and more as the two twins gazed up at America. He couldn't help but let out a disappointed sigh at them. North seemed even more upset by the noise, though South's features twisted into an expression of slight guilt and pleading. South was about to speak, though America cut her off.

"C'mon, get up, you two." His voice held hints of disappointment and slight exhaustion. America stepped forward, resting one of his legs on the ground as he bent over. His arms were outstretched, easily detangling the two from each other. North Carolina sat on her knees, quietly sniffling, a hand resting on her cheek. South rose up to stand on her feet, her arms crossing over her chest. She looked away from America, seemingly ashamed and embarrassed. North was holding back tears as America gently grabbed her wrist and guided her hand away from her cheek.