You Have 51 Kids? (Statehumans)

Chapter Eleven: Let's Build A Tree House

It was nice for once. The meeting room was calm and collected. U.N. was talking about less air pollution, Germany was taking notes like the workaholic he is, Britain was quietly speaking with France, Japan was drawing some anime, and North and South Korea were bickering.
It was overall a good day.

That is, until, heavy footsteps could be heard coming from down the hall.

They started off as though the country were stumbling to the side, but eventually smoothed out to a somewhat normal pattern.

The country muttered under their breath before they let out a panicked yelp, and a heavy thud followed by a groan could be heard.
"Ow. . ."

A few countries stood and hurried over to the door, while others, such as Great Britain, stayed where they were with narrowed eyes. They knew what was coming.

"I-I'm okay! I just tripped on my shoelaces!"

It was here.

The American.

W-wait. . . Why is he covered in silly string? I-is this part of the script? You know what? Just skip to the states. . .

[No One's P.O.V]

"I'm bored." Montana sighed as she lay on the grass, looking up at the blue and white spotted sky.

A small gust of wind rustled the branches of a nearby tree, and Arizona shivered while Alabama stuffed his face deeper into his elbows as he sat at the foot of said tree.
Indiana snored sofly and Hawaii sat with Washington, plucking blades of grass from the ground while sticking her tongue out.

"Me too." Washington groaned impatiently. "Anyone have any suggestions?"

New York snorted at Washington's question, probably because-in his words-'the kid has finally stopped talking and is actually listening to others for once'. Or something like that. No one is really sure what is going on between them.

"Why don't we do something to keep random countries out?" New Jersey suggested. "Like, maybe a fence or something?"

Montana sat up, suddenly full of energy. "We need something to make sure they know the forest is ours. What about a tree house?"

"That'll take too long." Washington huffed, taking a crumpled leaf from Hawaii before she could eat it.

"Okay, do you have any ideas then?" New York glared.

Washington returned his brother's gaze. "No, I'm just saying. None of us want to spend all day building some block of wood in a tree."

"Hey! It's not just a 'block of wood'." Montana stood, glancing up at the branches of an oak. "It's. . . Different."

"Tree housse!" Hawaii, to everyone's surprise, beamed. "Three houssse!"

Washington quickly shushed her, but Hawaii started to laugh. "Three house three house three house!"

Yes, Hawaii was almost four years old, but she hardly ever spoke, so, naturally, this came as quite a surprise.

"Yes! Uh- th-three house! You've got it!" Montana smiled happily. "See? She agrees!"

New Jersey smiled and sat up, while New York seemed very unimpressed. Washington, however, accepted his defeat and watched as Hawaii jumped up and down while she attempted to cheer 'tree house'.