America: 50☆Stars (Vol. 1)

Episode 21: Lunar Parades of Victory

"Ah~ At last!" the street sweeper exclaimed in sweet satisfaction. He took a moment to admire the clean streets of Boston. "I finally finished sweeping the confetti from the Red Sox victory parade. I can finally rest." He breathed a sigh of relief.

~ One week later... ~

"Sweet Caroline~ Good times never seemed so good~"

Over a million people gathered on the Boston streets, crowding the sidewalk to get a good view of the parade. The sky rained red, white, silver, and navy blue confetti onto the massive crowds. The cheers of many Patriots fans erupted like a volcano seeing their favorite NFL players ride on duck boats with the Lombardi Trophy in tow. Once again, Boston became a city of champions.

Massachusetts and his New England family rode in a duck boat alongside other Patriots players.

"Wooooo! We did it, New England! We did it again!" Massachusetts chugged down a can of beer.

"You're so cool, Brother, but please control yourself. I hate for the police to get involved." Maine cuddled a stuffed goat wearing a #12 New England Patriots jersey in her arms.

"Aaaaaaaah! We're getting attacked!" New Hampshire ducked his head from getting hit by a beer can.

"Shit! Shit!" Rhode Island dodged a bombardment of beer cans coming his way. He managed to catch a can in his hands. "Hey, Masshole! Get rid of this!" He tossed it to him.

"Wooooooo! Fuck New York!" Massachusetts downed another can of beer.

"You're going to get him arrested!" Maine scolded Little Rhody.

"Not my problem. Aaaaauugghh!" He got struck by three beer cans at once.

"Oh my. Is it me, or is New England a bit warmer than usual?" Connecticut stared at the shirtless football players ahead of him.

"Stop ogling men and help me overthrow all these beer cans!" New Hampshire shook him out of his trance.

"Hey, you guys!" Vermont waved and hollered from the safety of a balcony along the street. "How's the parade so far?"

"Great! Just great! Aaaaah!" Rhody cowered from another beer can being thrown at him.

"Brother! Stop drinking!"

"Come on, Maine. Just one more beer."

"That's your sixth beer already!" She tried to take the can away from him.

He wouldn't let go. "Noooo!"

"Let! Go! Ah!"

The beer can slipped from their hands, sending it straight into the air. The beer can launched to the duck boat ahead of them, hitting a shirtless tight end in the forehead. The football player held his forehead and groaned in pain. Massachusetts and Maine shrieked and ducked inside the vehicle before the injured tight end could see them.

As more beer cans and confetti continued to fly around the street, the street sweeper watched the parade from the back of the crowd, wearing a content smile on his face. "Ah~ It never gets old," he mumbled.

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1859 ~ San Francisco, California

Long story short, China was working in America's house to take opportunity of the country's fortune. Unfortunately for him, the First Transcontinental Railroad wasn't built yet. For now, he stayed in California's house as one of many Chinese immigrants living in her home. Guess how he was doing so far?

"China! China! I'm hungry!"

"Be patient, child!" China hurried to cook fried rice in a wok.

The little Californian tiptoed to see what he was preparing. She pouted. "More soy sauce!"