You Have 51 Kids? (Statehumans)

Chapter three: water balloons

[America's P.O.V]

Me and Florida walk along the dirt road in silence, both avoiding eye contact by staring blankly at our feet.
Meanwhile, in this awkward quiet, I am rethinking my life choices.

Less than what I think was about fifteen minutes ago I walk into the room with Florida in it to see North Korea on the ground, South Korea trying not to smile as he was helping his brother up, Florida was staring at me, and Russia was also trying not to smile smugly at the fallen Korean.

Apparently Florida had kicked North Korea to the ground when he had gotten too close. Too bad he didn't know an unspoken rule for all the states: Dont touch Florida or get in his space, along with making him mad.

I smiled, but it quickly faded at the memory.

I'm pretty sure North Korea hates me now. Well, more than he did. If thats even possible.

But at least no one found out who Florida is, or anything about my states.
I had to say that I would take care of Florida and handle the situation on my own, and it actually took like a full minute for everyone else to realize that I wasn't joking.
And who wouldn't think I was joking? I know that if I was one of the other countries, I would think I was joking, too.
And my dad, Great Britain, had scoffed at me and asked if I've ever even seen a kid in my whole life before.

'Oh you have no idea.' I thought, rolling my eyes. Not that anyone could notice, with my sunglasses.

But he does have a point, in a way. I'm just a lousy 24 year old who can't do anything right, and has 51 kids. Insane kids, I might add.
Honestly, I don't know what I'm doing anymore. The only thing I ever think about is my states. I can hardly remember the last time I had fun. Or any time alone, for that matter.

I jolt from my thoughts as I feel a tap on my shoulder, and look down to see Florida glaring at me. He also looked a little nervous, too, if its possible to look both annoyed and scared at the same time.
"You weren't listening, were you?" He snapped, glancing around as though looking for something.

Normally I would scold Florida for his tone, but I was still feeling guilty for even thinking about leaving my states alone when I don't really have to.

I was about to respond when suddenly a yell from overhead made us freeze.

"

Attack!"

I looked up to see dozens of figures in the trees, all swarming the branches like ants. Before I can make out who or what they are, I feel something hit my head. Water immediately flies everywhere, drenching my clothes and hair.
I yelp in surprise and jump back, tripping on a tree root and falling backwards.
The shadows drop from the trees, still throwing water balloons, before Florida takes one and throws it directly in one's face from across the clearing. The figure he threw it at looks shocked for a moment, then wipes his hair out of his face and yells.
"Stand down guys! It's Florida!"

"I know! That's why I yelled 'attack'!"
Another person calls, and I blink.

"New York? Alabama?" I stand up, adjusting my sunglasses on my face.

Immediately the first figure, wich was New York, turned to me and gasped.
"New Jersey! You soaked dad."

"Well it's not my fault he just happen to be in the exact spot I threw the balloon." New Jersey huffed, looking down at his feet.

I rush over to California, who was gently climbing down a tree with Hawaii in her arms. Hawaii smiles at me as California steps to the ground and looks up at me.

"Is everyone here?" I ask, taking Hawaii and looking around the crowd slowly gathering around.
I hear about thirty or so 'yes's.
"Good." I sigh, letting out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding.
"Now what were you guys thinking? All I need you do to is not do anything crazy for less than two hours, thats it. Just two hours." I notice Florida hugging himself as though he was cold.
"And you know what happens? You guys nearly expose yourselves. What would have happened if that wasn't me or Florida you ambushed?"
I decide not to mention the fact that Florida broke into my meeting. I know the other states will scold him themselves, and I don't want to embarrass him more than I have to.

I wait a moment to let my words seep in. New York sniffed and played with his wet hair and Mississippi looked away.
I finally gave in and led the way back to the house. I would figure out how they got out of the yard later.
"Come on guys. Let's go home."