It twas 105 degrees in Austin Texas, which was the city where the states of America were holding their annual meeting.
Texas had gladly let his brothers and sisters stay in his home located a little wase off from the city on a small ranch.
But of corse... Few were well prepared for the... Heat.

"It's so hot out..." Michigan said, sitting in a chair on the porch of Texas's home.
Texas just shrugged, "if you say so. Quit comlanin', the lord gave us this day, so we might as well put it to good use." He responded, a small smile on his face.
Vermont sighed, "Minny mouse has got a point... It's really hot out..."

"Hey! Don't call me Minny mouse!" Minnesota whined, giving his sister a small glare.

"Well... We could always take the horses out, the wind feels real good when you kanter." Texas suggested.

Nevada looked up at the sky, "damn..." He commented. "It's been years since I've gotten to ride... Might be nice." He sighed.

"No way in hell." West Virginia added, "I don't feel like tacking up a horse in this heat..."

"Wait, where's Cali? Wasn't he out here with us a moment ago?" Vermont asked.

"No idea..." Minnesota answered.

"If y'all wanna get cool there's always the hose and sprinkler out back." Texas offered.
"Oh hell yes!" West Virginia agreed, jumping right out of his seat.

"Alright, Nevada, help me set everythin' up will ya'?" Texas asked his brother, who nodded in response, the christmas lights around his neck blinking.
"We'll catch up with you later. West and I are going to have a quick smoke..." Vermont said, pulling out a cigarette, West Virginia nodded.

"Honestly, you guys smoke way too much..." Utah mused, poking his head out onto the porch, from where he stood at the doorway.
As if to answer him, Vermont stood off, her red hair like fire in the sun, she had lit her cigarette, taking a puff. She stood in front of him, and blew the cigarette smoke all in his face. Causing her brother to start coughing. "Ah, gross..." He complained, coughing.

Happy with the result, Vermont headed back and sat down on the porch next to a snickering West Virginia.

--time skip-

"SPRINKLER!!!" West Virginia cried, running through the water like a seven year old.
"Watch out, commin' through!" Vermont laughed running through the water.

DC and Alabama stood giggling, playing with the hose. "We're gonna' get ya!" DC yelled, running after Nevada with the hose. The older state ran backwards confidently, shouting to Dc.
"Can't catch me! I'm like a slot machine, I keep on runnin' till I wi-" he said, slipping on a puddle, and landing hard on his back.
"CANON BALL!!!" DC shouted jumping and landing on Nevada, the two states laughed and he ruffled DC's hair.

Meanwhile while everyone was having fun, a certain grumpy pants sat inside.

(Hint: his name starts with a C and ends with a A)

Watching his brothers and sister run around, wasting PRECIOUS WATER!!!???
It was the worst sort of sight to see.
Furious he stood up and stalked outside.
"Ay' Cali there you are!" New york called out, putting his shades on the top of his head as he basked on a lawn chair.

California ignored his brother, heading strait for the sprinkler.
In one quick move, California turned off the water, cutting off the flow to the hose and sprinkler.

Vermont glared at California.

"What the hell!!! The heck was that for???" She questioned, glaring at her brother.

"How could you..." California mumbled.
"Uh, how could we what?" DC asked curiously.
((My precious child. He must be protected at all costs... For he is the chosen innocent baby.))

"YOU'RE WASTING WATER!!!" California screamed.

"Oh god... Here we go again..." Nevada groaned.

"PEOPLE NEED THAT WATER OK!!! AND YOU'RE JUST WASTING IT!!!
YOU'RE GOING TO NEED THAT WATER ONE DAY!!!" He yelled, DC was taken aback by his brother's outrage, taking a step back he fell on his butt, hitting the hard ground beneath him.
DC began to cry.

((Keep in mind that he is a precious child.))

"Hey look what you did!" Vermont scolded, glaring at California.
"Scaring a child... Honestly." She muttered.
California muttered something under his breath along the lines of "sorry" looking down at the ground.

Texas picked up DC (he's a little bigger then Sealand. Like 9)
"Alright buddy let's get you patched up... Where does it hurt?" He asked, carrying DC over to a bench and setting him down.
Dc's breath was staggered, and he was sniffling. "M-m-my a-ncle" he responded. Texas nodded, looking at his brother's ankle.
"Man... You scratched that up pretty bad... Alabama, can you go get the first aid kit? It's on the table inside." Texas asked, and Alabama nodded, running off inside, her breasts bouncing up and down as she did.
((Some mad D's yo.))

Pretty soon she had come back with the first aid kit.
"Ok buddy, let's patch up your ankle..." Texas said calmly, taking out the blue bottle of pain. ((That antibacterial liquid that your mom would pour on your scratches... And it'd hurt like hell...))

"Now this may sting a bit..." Texas said, running some of the liquid onto his ankle injury. DC started crying more. "Ow ow ow! It stings!"
"Yeah I know it does... Just calm down a little... You're a big boy now..." Texas reassured. DC gulped and nodded.

Texas smiled, putting a large band-aid on the scratch. "There you go. All better." Texas finished, putting the rest of the things back in his first aid kit.

"Dang... I woulda' never thought you of all people would be good with kids..." Nevada commented.
Texas just shrugged, tipping his cowboy hat. "It's what I do sir." He responded.

"Hey, where'd Cali run off to?" West Virginia asked.
"No idea. Let's let 'em cool off." New York suggested.

Everyone else nodded.
"Common! Let's turn on the sprinkler again!" Vermont said running over to the valve of the faucet.

((Well. Hope you enjoyed the chapter!))