The States

Well, It's Kind of Like the Parent Trap (With More Mistletoe)

a follow up to Matchmaker Matchmaker

(December 23rd, very early)

Del taps her foot on the living room floor. "How long do you think we have to live?"

Will brushes a hand through Brooke's hair. Brooke, who's lying with her head in his lap, holds his other hand. "Who knows. A day? Two? Depends on what he's currently doing and how he's feeling."

Evangeline smiles. "I believe you mean on who he's doing, and how good it is."

The other states grimace at the image.

Helena's nose wrinkles in distaste. "That's disgusting."

"Anyway, obviously Evangeline's in the most trouble, what with having put the mistletoe up and all."

Cass shrugs. "Well, I was the one that tripped England."

"And I was the one who pointed out the mistletoe," Aidan adds.

Sera rolls her eyes. "So basically we're all screwed. Nice to know we're all in this together, at least."

Julian grins. "Like High School Musical."

Everyone groans, and Julian laughs as several of the pillows on the couch are thrown at him.

(November 15th)

The United States sit in silence, staring at the white board in the front of the room.

Specifically, the thirty-six failed plans listed under Operation: Parent Trap.

Thirty-six failed plans in four months.

Addison sighs heavily, dropping her head into her hands. "God, we're going to have to resort to dollar store romance novel plots at this rate."

"This operation has our lowest success rate in years," Daniel whispers. He looks at his twin in horror. "Are we losing our edge?"

James pulls his legs up into his chair so he can rest his head on his knees. "We can't do anything else this month, since it'll be Thanksgiving and there aren't any more meetings."

Del tapped her fingers against her mouth thoughtfully. "What about the Holiday party?"

(December 21st)

They outdo themselves this year with the decorations. They transform the Alexandria penthouse from something barely used anymore to something bright and shiny and cheerful.

Everything has to be perfect.

(December 22nd)

Caden swats her hand away from her hair the third time she decides it doesn't look right. "It looks fine, leave it alone."

Evangeline gives him the flattest look she can manage.

Nate leans against the doorway. "Hey, um, Ev, you probably shouldn't go in the kitchen for at least... like, the next hour."

Evangeline whips around to look at him. "What? Why?"

Caden covers his face with his hands. "Why would you tell her? Now she's definitely going to have to go look at whatever disaster occurred."

She plans weddings for a living, complete with bridezillas and bored grooms. She should not be this nervous about a party.

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