Promises Hurt 【An Hetalia fanfic】

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The moment they entered the house, all hell broke loose. Sitting in the middle of what appears to be world war three, was three of the four unstable states. Pictures lay scattered around the room their frames broken and missing. Decorations (i.e. the fake fruit alfred kept on the coffee table) was in pieces of foam on the couch, everywhere in the ground, and an orange was stuck to the corner of the tv. Small bits of plastic and metal were stuck in the wall, wires were left smoking on the ground around the states on the ground. The couch cushions were stacked up to make a fort in the corner, the little kids peaked out from under the one above them to see their father.

"Why?" Alfred sighed rubbing his temples. "Please tell me that a war didn't start in my living room?"

"Dad!" One of the states said. He sat up and looked at him with his chocolate brown eyes and dark hair. His tanned skin had small burn marks and dirt spots in his arms and his blue tank top. His beach shorts were covered in various things, some looked to be juice, others could be bits of wire and metal, but the most recognizable substance on his was the foam attached to him from the fake fruit. (There was also a pear on his elbow that he couldn't get off.) "Well...um, Estábamos jugando y...y hubos un, un terremoto...y entonc-" *

"Florida," America interrupted his sons poor excuse for what happened. "Sabes muy bien que hablarme en español no cambia nada." Florida looked down. "¿Qué pasó realmente?" **

"quería mostrar a Lou y madie el cohete Tex y lo hice así que lo lancé," Florida confessed stuttering a bit. "pero explotó y causó que la fruta se incendiara. tratamos de detenerlo, pero no funcionó" ***

Mexico, Romano, and Texas tried not to laugh at what happened but couldn't. Spain was trying to comprehend that America could speak Spanish, and that his Florida, the little piece of North America he had (besides Mexico), was talking i right in front of him.

The other two states on the ground was Louisiana and Mississippi. Together, along with Texas, made up the MUSS. Which stood for 'Mentally Unstable Southern Squad.' These four got into so mouth trouble in a daily basis, that it was weird when they didn't blow something up. Normally they did it outside so they wouldn't set the house on fire, or what happened in the living room just now. Louisiana sat up looked around the room before landing his gaze on his dad, uncles, and laughing brother. "D-D-Dad! I didn't think you'd be back so early!" He sheepishly smiled.

"Y'all are so stupid," Texas laughed and walked to the kitchen to get a snack.

"Wait no come back!" Mississippi yelled form the ground and got up. She pleated to Texas, "save us!"

"And get me in trouble? Hell no! This is y'all fault." He took a bite of a breakfast taco.

"Whose in the cushion fort?" Romano asked walking over into it. Opening it he saw Hawaii and Alaska sitting down playing with their dolls. A lamp stood in the corner so they wouldn't be in the dark. "Hawaii? Alaska? You two ok?"

"Zio!" They happily shouted and stood up wanting to be held by their Italian uncle. Alaska nodded her head when Hawaii answered that they were ok.

Romano places the children in on the ground and walked up stairs to his room while the little girls ran to their dad. Hawaii's long black hair that was in a fish tail braid secured in the back by a flower scrunchy. A crown made of fake flowers wrapped around her head and went well with her stitch dress. Her bare feet hit the hardwood floors with a soft fitter patter as she made her way to her mom and dad. Alaska had her father's bright azure blue eyes that twinkled with innocence and wonder. Her pale skin slightly contrasted with her light blonde hair that looked platinum in the artificial light. A light purple scarf wrapped around her neck trailed behind her when she ran to her mom.