Ch. 12~ Part Uno) Boarding and Thoughts

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A thick cloud of breath escaped Florida’s lips, and she pulled her jacket tighter around herself, leaning against Louisiana’s shoulder. It was one in the morning, and the airport was quiet and brightly lit. The sky outside was dark, but serene, filled with specks of stars.  Florida shifted and frowned. “Are the countries on a different plane?” she questioned softly. Louisiana’s eyes were half closed as he answered. “No.” he responded gently. “We were just the first to arrive. I know New York, Georgia, and Hawaii are in the food court getting a late dinner… America is stuffing his face…California is buying a few things before the plane takes off. We all have separate flights so…groups are going to different airports to shorten the waiting time. We’re on the Southern plane…”

“So…just the states from that region and their partners?”

“Oui.” Louisiana answered humorously. “The countries are all late. I think their bosses are prepping  their over the phone or something. What places are you going to show Spain?”

Florida’s brown eyes held a dim shine and she inhaled. “I chose three like I was told.” She said on an escaping breath. “I’ll take him to Disney World…all the kingdoms if possible. He’ll probably like Miami, that’s our second destination. And when you visit, you have to see the country, too, of course. I like Alligator Alley…maybe he’ll be eaten…I’ll say it was an accident.” Florida’s lips spread into a small smile. Louisiana chuckled.

“Southern hospitality, right?” he teased.  Florida released an airy laugh. “Yup… Hey, Louisiana? Do you ever…hate France? I mean, you were his colony.”

Louisiana shrugged, lifting his legs onto the table in front of the two states. His dark eyes lightened with calm, and his lips pulled into an easy, lazy smile. “France has got no reason to be ashamed of giving me away. I ain’t mad at him, either. Hell, Creole is a mix of languages and French is one of ‘em! You do what you need to do. I don’t see France that often anymore. But you know… better that way. I’m an American, and so are you, Miss Sunshine State. Show me the smile that earned you that title instead of dwelling in the past!”

Florida blushed and shyly grinned. “Thanks, Louisiana. Take me to the ‘Big Easy’ sometime. Take me to New Orleans.”

Louisiana grinned. “Well sho’. It’d be my pleasure.”

“Coffee is so…awesome~” New York sighed, brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face. She rested the paper cup on the table and rested one elbow next to it, propping up her head on her palm.  “The countries are late. I should just get on a plane and ditch the Italies, don’t you think.? I should just take my coffee, get on the plane, and fly to Paris for the weekend.”

Hawaii stopped eating her pineapple slice and smiled. “I’ve never been to Paris. I don’t really have a wish to go, either.” She took another bite and sighed. “But I don’t want to leave you two. Miss Georgia, let me come with you on the Southern flight!”

New York snorted playfully. “What am I? Chopped liver?”

Georgia chuckled and tossed a peach into Hawaii’s hands. “Not this time, hun. Go have fun with Japan. I’m sure he’d love to see Waikiki Beach. Or maybe Honolulu?” she suggested. She gently placed one hand on Hawaii’s head. “Hun, I ain’t always going to be there! We don’t have the same blood. in ancestry… or no one knows for sure….but this will always be true. We’re both Americans, we both love the US, and we will always be there for one another. You can teach me the native language at your place when I visit!”

Hawaii’s eyes lit up. “You’d…be willing to learn?”

“You have my word.”

Hawaii pulled Georgia into an embrace and squeezed as tightly as she could. New York laughed a bit, sipping her coffee once more. Patting Hawaii’s head, Georgia grinned, clenching and unclenching her fingers at New York. “Come’ere NY!” she commanded.

New York raised one hand. “No physical contact-“

Georgia didn’t give her time to protest, roughly pulling New York into the hug. New York squirmed awkwardly. “Ah! Ugh! Ack~ Too close!” she muttered dryly. Hawaii giggle and Georgia scowled. “You’re over there bumping shoulders will people in the NYC all the time! Stop squirming!” she muttered.

New York snorted, but eventually returned the hug.

“Aw~ Can I join, too, bella!? You never hug me willingly!”

Italy didn’t wait for an answer, folding his arms around the group and smiling. “Ve~”

New York’s eyes widened and she began to struggle again. “Sh~!  Italy, what the hell!?” she protested. Italy kissed her on the cheek. “Buon giorgno.” He greeted, voice laced with joy.

Hawaii turned her head slightly to see Japan and Germany slowly making their way closer until they stopped. “Guten morg.” Germany said roughly. Japan smiled calmly. “Ohayo.”

“Mornin’.” Georgia echoed sweetly.

New York huffed, but smiled. “Morning.” She answered. Hawaii grinned. “Aloha~!”

Managing to pry herself out of the embraces, New York stood and focused her gaze on the former axis powers. “You guys are all packed up and ready for the flight…flights. All of us have different planes to get on.” She informed. Germany nodded strictly. “We were told. I believe Georgia and I have to begin boarding soon…immediately if possible.”

Georgia released Hawaii and smiled. “I suppose so. New York, Hawaii, I’ll be seeing you guys in a little while. Just remember, you have to keep up your lessons even on the trip!” She reminded the younger states, waving before walking off with Germany. Germany muttered a short farewell to Japan and Italy. “Georgia.” He called, stopping his stride. “I’ll carry the bags.”

“You sure?”

“Ja~”

“Okay then.” Georgia whispered, throwing her bags into his arms.

Japan gently tugged on Hawaii’s shirt sleeve. Hawaii nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go, Nihon.” She grabbed Japan’s hand and lead him away slowly, craning her neck around to say her farewells to New York. "Bye, Miss New York! Have fun! Remember to call! Or text me! Or-“

“I get it!” New York chuckled. “See you in a while, Hawaii.”

On that note, New York turned to Italy. “Where’s Romano?” she questioned. Italy made a confused face. “He’s sick. He said being around Germany makes him want to puke!”

“Okay…still, where is he?”

“The terminal waiting.”

New York nodded and offered her hand to Italy. Italy’s cheeks turned a bright pink and New York snorted. “Be happy and don’t talk.” She commanded. Italy nodded enthusiastically, taking her hand and walking with her to find Romano. “Bella~”

“Thought I said, don’t speak.”

“You did, but…why are you holding my hand? You don’t have to, if you don’t want to-“

“I don’t want you getting lost.” New York answered briskly. The second she saw Romano however, she removed one of her shoes and threw it at his back. “We’ll miss the flight if you don’t hurry to the desk and hand in your ticket!” she screamed, making sure he heard her. Romano made a curt movement, symbolizing that he’d heard (but probably wasn’t too happy about having a shoe thrown at him). New York and Italy ran towards the desk, and all three handed in their tickets. Together they boarded.

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