The Secrets of America

The Fallout

Just for you, RiverDea.

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It didn't take long after Rhode Island's blood curling scream for the states to rush to his side. It took an even shorter amount of time for accusations to fly.

"You," growled Texas, "You did this to him."

"Me?" An indignant California shot back. "You're the only with all the fucking racists! You tore him apart!"

"Are you fucking kidding me, you gender-swapping retard? Your stupid movements are just excuses to ruin America!"

"Lay off her, Texas. You're not much better." Nevada said from his position on the wall. "Shit, I'd take her side over your sorry ass's any day."

"That so, Gamblin' boy? Last I checked, it isn't even Las Vegas that gets all the money, you just like to pretend."

"Fuck off Colorado, you're not in this."

"Why not? You weren't either!"

"Guys, please, just calm yourselves for a moment-" Arizona started.

"Oh just shut up! You're just another one of Cali's bitches!" New Mexico screamed out.

"Excuse me?!" California marched up to him. "I swear to god, if you don-"

A sudden wet glob landed on California's face. Silence immediately followed. Slowly, she reached up, wiping it away excruciatingly slowly. She stared down New Mexico's smug face for several seconds. The slap rang out in the quiet room, California's eyes teeming with fire. She grabbed her assailant by the collar and began to lift him up. Pausing only when she heard a click.

"Drop him." Texas said with his shotgun pointed at California.

California smiled. "Sure." Immediately, she threw New Mexico across the room towards Texas, knocking him over. He got up, And with a howl, sprinted at California, tackling her so that they both flee over the railing to the story below.

New Mexico grabbed Texas's gun, and spirited towards the stairway. Arizona spotted him, and chased after. They, too, fell to the ground as New Mexico was tackled.

Colorado, who had been a phone since he had dropped out of the argument, put the object on the table and grinned at Nevada. "Well, I guess that leaves us two."

He walked over, and punched Nevada across the face. The two got in to it, complete with kicking, biting, pulling, all of it, only to be stopped when Utah pulled Colorado off.

"You motherfucker!" He screamed. Colorado just grinned at him easily. "Why the fuck are you sending your militias into my lands?!"

"Ah, that," was the easy-going reply. Then, in one swift movement, he pulled a blade from his back pocket and plunged it into Utah's side. "Welcome To War," he whispered into Utah's ear.

The remaining states began to flee. Washington grabbed Oregon and Idaho and hurried led them to a fire escape. Florida, Georgia, and Alabama jumped out the window into the night. Louisiana led Arkansas and Mississippi to the other end of the House, where they would quietly slip into the night by ear of the second staircase.

Maine gathered as many states as she could, and shoved herself and them into a room, and locked the door. Quickly whipping out her phone, she dialed her neighbor.

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Matthew had a really rough night. The Leafs lost their game, and Kirohota (wait, what was his name again?) had knocked over his last jar of maple syrup, which mad made half his kitchen floor terribly sticky. So, after his shower, he was ready a good night's sleep.