Cold War Wedlock (Russia/Fem!America) 3a/?
anonymous
May 28 2011, 07:14:57 UTC
Thanks for commenting. I'm sorry for disappearing, but I've been busy with real life. I hope there are readers out there. December 26, 2010 12:35am
“Mom! You have to tell me more!” Alaska wasn’t one of her begging states, but all of America’s kids seemed to possess the skill at one time or another. The preteen state sat up defiantly on his end of the bed, refusing with every ounce of his being to go to sleep at his mother nation’s command. Several of his older siblings grumbled in protest, sharing the bed with the small statured state. In the seven bedroom Virginian home, sharing rooms, let alone beds was common during the holiday season, to many of the more independent states’ dismay. “Please!!”
Hands on her hips, America gave her child a hard stare, “Andrei Ivanovich Alaska Jones, you better head to bed, mister. Are you trying to keep your brothers and sisters up?” A few groans in agreement came from other ends of the room. “Cal, Owen, Waverly, Hana, and you have a six o’ clock flight home tomorrow morning.”
Resisting those words, Andrei shook his head, “Not until you finish that story you were telling me!”
Emily rolled her eyes, opening her mouth to speak when she was over taken.
“What type of story, mom?” The dark skinned, Hawaii asked, slipping into the room from behind her, dressed in nothing but a bikini top and bottom, a strange attire the youngest state seemed to love wearing no matter what the weather.
“Do you still need to bedtime stories at this age, Alaska?” Waverly, also known as Washington, added, sitting up from her end of the bed. “It’s called reading, you know?” The Northwestern state held up her copy of When Atlas Shrugged she was finishing from earlier that morning.
Alaska made a face, but his older male siblings were on her case faster than Alaska in reacting. “But listening to someone is so much easier.” Oregon replied with a smug smile, tending to enjoy pushing his younger sister’s buttons. He straightened up from the floor at the end of the bed in the room. In all, six states took up this room of the house. While Washington and Alaska got dibs on the bed, their brothers and sisters were camped around on the carpeted floor in sleeping bags. No one seemed to mind the conditions, specifically being that the group had been rotating since earlier that week. Now that Waverly and Andrei had found their place on the mattress, it was to the irritation to California, Oregon, Hawaii, and poor Idaho, that the two states notorious for their unusual sleeping habits were coupled together on the bed and were currently the only reason why they were all still awake.
“Will you just turn off the lights and get to bed already? Dios, I’m driving in the morning. It won’t be my fault if I fall asleep at the steering wheel, the car loses traction on that damn slab of ice you Easterners call a road, and we end up flipping over into a ditch before the car bursts into flames killing us all.” California growled from within his sleeping bag beside Oregon. He grunted when his northern brother leaned against him.
“You’re such a drama queen, you know that? It’s just a little ice!” Owen chuckled before tugging the sleeping bag off Cal without warning, revealing the dark-haired western state currently texting on his cell phone. “Mom, Cal is using his phone after hours!”
December 26, 2010
12:35am
“Mom! You have to tell me more!” Alaska wasn’t one of her begging states, but all of America’s kids seemed to possess the skill at one time or another. The preteen state sat up defiantly on his end of the bed, refusing with every ounce of his being to go to sleep at his mother nation’s command. Several of his older siblings grumbled in protest, sharing the bed with the small statured state. In the seven bedroom Virginian home, sharing rooms, let alone beds was common during the holiday season, to many of the more independent states’ dismay. “Please!!”
Hands on her hips, America gave her child a hard stare, “Andrei Ivanovich Alaska Jones, you better head to bed, mister. Are you trying to keep your brothers and sisters up?” A few groans in agreement came from other ends of the room. “Cal, Owen, Waverly, Hana, and you have a six o’ clock flight home tomorrow morning.”
Resisting those words, Andrei shook his head, “Not until you finish that story you were telling me!”
Emily rolled her eyes, opening her mouth to speak when she was over taken.
“What type of story, mom?” The dark skinned, Hawaii asked, slipping into the room from behind her, dressed in nothing but a bikini top and bottom, a strange attire the youngest state seemed to love wearing no matter what the weather.
“Do you still need to bedtime stories at this age, Alaska?” Waverly, also known as Washington, added, sitting up from her end of the bed. “It’s called reading, you know?” The Northwestern state held up her copy of When Atlas Shrugged she was finishing from earlier that morning.
Alaska made a face, but his older male siblings were on her case faster than Alaska in reacting. “But listening to someone is so much easier.” Oregon replied with a smug smile, tending to enjoy pushing his younger sister’s buttons. He straightened up from the floor at the end of the bed in the room. In all, six states took up this room of the house. While Washington and Alaska got dibs on the bed, their brothers and sisters were camped around on the carpeted floor in sleeping bags. No one seemed to mind the conditions, specifically being that the group had been rotating since earlier that week. Now that Waverly and Andrei had found their place on the mattress, it was to the irritation to California, Oregon, Hawaii, and poor Idaho, that the two states notorious for their unusual sleeping habits were coupled together on the bed and were currently the only reason why they were all still awake.
“Will you just turn off the lights and get to bed already? Dios, I’m driving in the morning. It won’t be my fault if I fall asleep at the steering wheel, the car loses traction on that damn slab of ice you Easterners call a road, and we end up flipping over into a ditch before the car bursts into flames killing us all.” California growled from within his sleeping bag beside Oregon. He grunted when his northern brother leaned against him.
“You’re such a drama queen, you know that? It’s just a little ice!” Owen chuckled before tugging the sleeping bag off Cal without warning, revealing the dark-haired western state currently texting on his cell phone. “Mom, Cal is using his phone after hours!”
“You freaking tattletale!”
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