Sweet Home Alabama

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Florida was little bit nervous. 

As he was driving to Alabama's house, he was trying to think up ways he could apologize to the smaller state. 

You see, A couple of months ago, they had fucked at Texas's house, which was normal between the two of them, but what was different this time was the fact that it had been Texas's Birthday, and Texas had caught them.

Alabama had refused to talk to Florida ever since.

Obviously, in their drunken state, they hadn't thought much about it, but when Alabama woke up he was mad. 

Very Mad.

Florida turned left and then turned right before putting his car in park.

Well....Here goes nothing. 

He slowly walked up to Alabama's front door and rang the doorbell twice.

No Response.

He knocked aggressively hoping that was louder.

The door swung open with a grunt, revealing a sleep deprived and possibly hung over Alabama in his pajamas.

When Alabama saw him he almost dropped the mug of coffee in his hand but quickly regained his composure.

"What the fuck do you want?"  He hissed, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"Well, I just wanted to visit my favorite brother and apologize for the whole Texas fiasco," Florida said airily, trying to flirt with the smaller, but also failing miserably.

Alabama muttered something under his breath before loftily inviting Florida inside.

"Take your shoes off idiot," He mumbled.

Florida obliged before shuffling behind his brother.

Alabama didn't even need to look at him, Florida could sense the angry aura radiating off of his brother.

He visibly grimaced knowing he caused this.

This was just great. Alabama was mad at him and he was hours away from home.

It was going to be a long night.