Day 1: Hel-Afternoon

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"SLOW DOWN SO I CAN PUT YOU OUT!!" Yelled Andrew(Delaware) chasing Catherine(Cali)with a fire extinguisher

"MY EVERYTHING IS ON F*CKUNG FIRE!" Catherine screams

"LANGUAGE!" A few states yell

Cassidy was smiling creepily ad she followed after Andrew and Catherine. "Fire...."

"MY PEACHES! (MY CABBAGES!)" Abigail (Georgia) screamed aghast as the family horses trample her peaches.

The Texas five are all fist bumping as they watch all of the family animals rome free.

"Come back Wendy's window death machine!" Bianca calls chasing after an Alligator that happens to have a knife.

Meanwhile, the pool some how caught fire and Alex(Kentucky) is applying Aloe Vera to his now crispy skin. He was now crispy like the chicken he's famous for.

"You should come down! I don't want you hurting yourselves da?" Ivan says worried as the two youngest hang upside down from a tall tree.

"We should be fine Daddy!" Liliana says happily swinging a bit.

"Da" Nikolai said, still as a rock.

Suddenly, the breaking of a bottle was heard and a big fire starts in the middle of the yard. Cassidy goes over to it and starts playing with it.

Andrea(Arizona) starts lecturing Jose(New Mexico) on the use of molotov cocktails. Jose looks like he could care less.

Spencer (D.C)  was having a panic attack in the corner because of all the fire. Usually, Torrie would join him.

However, she was busy having the time of her life chugging maple syrup in a contest against Eric(Vermont(. Eric was sorely loosing.

Suddenly, smoke burst from the house. Angelina(Virginia) and the Carolinas come out of the kitchen coughing up a storm. A large amount of black mush explodes out the window and covered Tristan(Washington st.) from head to toe.

Tristan blankly wipes it off his face, it hits Noah(Idaho) who is showing off a combustable potato.

He drops the potato causeing it to explode in Matt's(Oregon), Isabella's (Montana) , and William's face(Wyoming). They look at the ground blankly slightly singed.

Micheal(New York) was basically screaming in quick Italian, he was probably one of the only ones calm. Ish.

The Dakota's were glaring at each other in sort of silent arguement that no one else could pick up on. Don't know what's happening there.

And in the middle of all this chaos is Alfred, who has a look of general pain on his face. He fished out some pain killers and took them.

He sighed before whispering something inder his breath. He snapped his fingers  and all the fires went out at once. Cassidy frowned but soon returned to her normal icy self.

"JESSE, TANI, DEREK, GILDA, AND AUSSIE JONES-BRAGINSKY, IF YOU DON'T ROUND UP THE ANIMALS RIGHT NOW I MIGHT JUST TIE YOU UP LIKE ONE!" Alfred yells and the Texas 5 are quick to get on that.

"AND WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU THREE ABOUT GOING INTO MY KITCHEN?! YOU BETTER MAKE SURE IT LOOKS LIKE IT DID WHEN YOU ENTERED OR I WILL GROUND YOU FOR THE NEXT CENTURY!" Alfred yells at Angelina and the Carolinas, they scramble into the kitchen.

The yelling caused the two youngest in the tree to startle and fall into Ivan's waiting arms. Ivan falls from the weight and is now lying on the ground with two children in top of him.

Alfred pinched his nose and took a few calming breaths before moving onto the next thing. His blue eyes flittred around until landing in the Dakotas in a silent row. The twins were glareing at each other still.

Alfred went over to the Dakotas, he started to help them talk through the problem. Turns out Trina thought Collin ate her ham and cheese sandwich and Collin didn't have any sandwiches. Neither believes the other leading to a quarrel.

Then, Alfred goes over to Spencer and brings the terrified boy into his lap. He starts whispering softly and slowly Spencer calms down. He smiles at Alfred and cuddles him before falling asleep. Andrew takes Spencer to his room.

Wendy's window death machine or just Wendy for short was calm now and was playing with Bianca.

Alfred stood from his place in the corner and briefly watched as Torrie destroyed Eric at the maple syrup thing. He then enters the house and hums when the air conditioning hits him.

He walks forward, into the living room before face planting onto the couch. He breaths out while relaxing his body and just stays there.

Ivan walks in after him and gently rubs the Americans back. Alfred relaxes even more as Ivan gives him a massage. Ivan is a godsend when it comes to releaving Alfred's stress.

Jesse was watching the entire time while the other 4 rounded up the animals. They insisted, seeing as he was the afternoon camera. 

Meanwhile, the kitchen was scrubbed to perfection and the only evidence of the ordeal was the mounds of black stuff, thay might've been food once, in the trash. The Carolinas and Angelina  slumped against the wall tiredly. But, they did the job well.

Catherine was chilling with Bianca and Wendy. Wendy was calm now, and wasn't even snapping at the moment.

Nikolai and Liliana were playing in the yard with a now burnless Alex, who healed quickly because he's a state. They  happily jumped up and down when Alex said he'd buy them some KFC sometime.

Torrie was grinning triumphantly as she had easily one the contest, Eric was passed out in a pile of empty Maple Syrup bottles. Torrie was sitting on a throne of said empty maple syrup bottles.

Jesse caught her eyes and fixed his hat. The sign of the shift change, Torrie smiled and took out a bag of potato chips. She ate one as her sign of the shift change. Which really isn't the best idea seeing as she eats potato chips 24/7, but plot.

She then stood and found Alfred still slumped on the couch, all together exhausted with Ivan by his side.  She frowned, feeling bad for Alfred.

Alfred reluctantly gets up to make lunch and is pleased to see his kitchen is clean. Torrie stalks him, maybe grabbing some Potato chips in the meantime.

A/N- Remeber what I said about posting three at a time? I lied. I'm gonna write what I feel like writing and right now it's the days and flashbacks. So, sorry if you like the ask blogs...

What is editing?

Poor Ma-merica...

Au revoir!

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