(Note - Another chapter, yay! Anywho, I only own my states that's it. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please tell me if I get anything wrong. I've been writing a lot. I currently have 2 more chapters that are almost finished. Anyway, I tried to limit the French and keep it in context. All translations and extra story notes will be at the end.)
Alfred nervously tugged on his sleeve. He couldn't believe he agreed to this. When Clementine first told him about Elliot, he had laughed. But when the realization that she was serious kicked in, he may have fainted. After he woke up, he had rejected the idea but after so much 'Please Mamas' and puppy eyes. He gave in.
Alfred let out an exasperated sigh, talking with the guy through text hadn't been that bad. Calling him hadn't been too bad either. Although, meeting him in person was a little bit too much for the nation. Sadly, he had committed to meeting him.
Clementine had told the nation that he guy was in an off and on bad relationship and might need some help getting out of it. So, Alfred went along with it.
After 2 days of planning, he was going on a date with this guy on the last day of his trip to France. They decided to go casual and go to a coffee shop for their date.
"Are you done yet, Mom!?" Called Clementine(Louisiana), from the other side of the door.
Alfred deflated slightly, he bit his lip.
"Yeah!" Alfred shouted, still hesitant.
"Then get the fuck out here!" The girl yelled through the door.
"Alright, alright, and watch your language!" Alfred scolded, trying to burn a hole through the door.
"You haven't scolded us before for our language, there's no point in doing it now."
The nation could just hear the eye roll but fuck, she was right. The man grumbled, there's no delaying the inevitable.
Muttering under his breath, Alfred opened the door. He stood stiffly as Clementine inspected his outfit. Finally, she finished and stood 2 feet in front of him.
"Looks like you're not completely hopeless in fashion." The state commented, looking satisfied.
Alfred bit his lip and tugged on his light blue sweater. Clementine's heels clicked against the wooden floors as she approached the nation.
"Don't be so nervous, you're just going to a coffee shop." She reasoned, smacking her hand against Alfred's chest.
"Yeah, going to the coffee shop with a person I don't know." Alfred corrected.
"You talked with him through text, stop being dramatic." She remarked, removing her hand.
"That was just to set up the date!" He deflected, rubbing his thumbs together.
The state huffed and poked his cheek. "I know what you're doing, you're trying to make excuses on why not to meet him."
Alfred bit his lip, was it really that-
"Stop doing that. You're going to ruin your lips." Clementine chided, flicking Alfred's cheek.
The nation deflated. "I'll go on the date."
Clementine rubbed her hands together. "Then get your ass moving!"
Alfred couldn't help but be affected by her enthusiasm. The nation smiled widely and hugged the state. Said teen squeezed back just as tightly. Letting go of the girl, Alfred bounced away.
Greeting the states he came across, the nation kicked the front door open. Startling Theodore, who was smoking.
"Don't make me get Adrian, President Theodore II." He chirped, closing the door behind him.
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America's Crazy Ass States
FanfictionBeing a parent wasn't on America's to-do list. But it's been centuries and his collection of little shits has grown. They're still as cute and on crack as when he first got them. Hidden from the other nations America's states go through celebrations...
