#also i have so many weird hc with alaska n russian fam n gov/congress

[bthebeachboi]

gods know I need to post shit and since it's a hard time for me rn, have a "draft" of OKxAK that I mentioned at least once before. Long ass shit even though it's not even in the middle of the story </3, possible bad english ahead and possibly bad russian/french!

tw. weirdly described physical dysphoria

most of the other langos r "translated" in the text if u can add 2+2, but for harder things there'll be a translation on the bottom

Alaska was tired, that’s for sure. He usually wasn’t one to go to balls like that, with fancy music, fancy clothes and fancy people, but Rossia asked. His brother was cold to others, but the US caught him with his young hope, yet old stare. States were weird, not like Moscaw (he explained that he was just a city, yet Alaska could never see him as “just” anything. Man taller than him, with a deep scar going through him, sometimes still bleeding* and with long, white as snow hair was so much). They were different, the difference was way more noticeable than the difference between him and anyone from home. 

After thinking about it for a little longer, he reminded himself that states also weren’t like Russia, his brother, his sister, his life and his death - they were just states. Just themselves. Alaska wondered how does that feel, being just one thing, nothing more, since he himself was so much. The bear, Alaska, their younger brother, their любовь and his people’s oгонь** - all that, yet compared to his family it really wasn’t that much. He wondered if any of their states had families, had people that thought of them as their love, as their fire. 

When they got inside of the big, white place, there they were. States were already sitting, some chatting with other countries, some with cities. In front of the Russian family was standing Congress (even if he looked young, they all knew he wasn’t, always something wrong with him, something sick and uncomfortable, they wondered if his skin itched like it wasn’t fit for him, like it was too big or too small in some places), he was noticeably talking to The Kingdom of France, New France and possibly to La Louisiana, even if that might’ve been wrong. “French Louisiana” - how smaller, more tired Louisiana called it - was an annoyance. It couldn’t behave, ever, and so it got kicked out and banned from most countries. “It’s wild.” - he remembered how Москва told him, his voice lazy and calm, like the slowly pouring snow. - “It’s not as human as most, even less than Florida or La Florida back then. Аляска, believe me when I tell you, it’s not all, it’s not like Россия, it’s empty inside.” 

His eyes couldn’t stop wandering to mentioned “danger”. La Louisiana looked rough, its clothes seemed to fit, yet something was wrong, like there was something lacking. He remembered that feeling that they all felt with Congress, like he was a thing that didn’t belong in his own body, yet it wasn’t the same. 

Right behind it was standing a woman(?), or someone in a dress. The dress was reminding him of just a random cloth, hanging on their body, tied in the middle with a decorative ribbon. He wondered why it would be this tight for a second, noticing how the person had to breath slowly just to not pear it open. His eyes wandered, while his family waited for Congress to be free, when he suddenly noticed the person’s feet. They were far from human, black and and with sharp claws, bird-like if anything. His mind came back to the fact that the back of this person was nicely tied with a red ribbon and he realized. 

Not only the ribbon was holding their wings (Bird - his thoughts screamed and all he could do was hold his poker face in place, embarrassed about how much he loved the idea of trying to see if he had them in his notebook, if it was even a bird that existed or whole new type), it also was showing that he was a “gift”. He remembered Louisiana again, drunk and with big sad eyes, in colorful clothes that didn’t fit the look on his face. He cried to the expensive white wine they were giving out because of France’s order, while the country himself was talking to the US about their deal. He remembered a light, beautiful purple and gold ribbon that held his ponytail up, how it shined when he slowly walked to his new “friends”, while La Louisiana was tearing his own clothes with his claws. Now, it was this one’s turn. That explained why he was needed here and why French Louisiana was even invited. 

“...Oklahoma, welcome, I hope you will love your first time on our ball, since you will be having more of them with time…” he heard Con’s voice, cold and blunt. He knew why the man used it, always careful to not show that he cares, to not show how sorry he is. If only his eyes weren’t showing the sorrow, the pain he felt. (He wondered if the rumors were true, that the US killed his mother and took him away, like a trophy, now regretting it.) 

“Merci.” Oklahoma’s voice was deep, sweet yet delicate, like the man didn’t radiate dangerous energy. “J'espère qu'on s'aime bien.”

And then, four people in front of them walked away, finally going inside fully. Russia had a poisonous smile on his lips when they finally got to Congress. 

“Доброе утро, рад тебя видеть.” the man’s russian was always sweeter than others, drowning them and not letting them escape, like a honey trap. “Как вы сегодня?”

“It’s also good to see you, Con.” Moscow said, his voice hazy, yet his eyes steady. “We’re good, another deal today?”

“...Yes.” Congress was visibly tired, almost like he didn’t want to be there, his voice sick and his eyes suddenly glassy. “If I may suggest something..?”

“Вы можете” Russia seemed intrigued.

“Hide. After Oklahoma will disappear around six, hide or go away and don’t look back.” he sounded wrong, like he didn’t want to say that but needed to. “Not because I fear for you, but because I fear you.”

They knew that there would be no more information after his eyes came back to looking empty, his voice fakely happy, so they just nodded along and moved on with also joining the party.

“Alaska!” 

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*moscow has a river going trough it n I made it a scar in my silly lil hc, so ye :D

**"fire in the wild means life"

J'espère qu'on s'aime bien - should mean "I hope we'll like each other"

Доброе утро, рад тебя видеть - should mean "Good morning, it's nice to see you"

Как вы сегодня - should mean "how are you today?"

Вы можете - should mean "you may"

Russia here is also called "sister and brother". I like the idea of states being very "binary" in a way, no actual changes to their looks can be done by them, while Russian fam has it easier because, how Alaska menitoned, they are everything but "just".

The whole idea of the fic still has me in a tight grip but man am I overworked n tired rn, also I might have a slight "hyperfixation" on smth else at the moment so it's hard </3

#welcome to the statehouse #welcome to the table #rat rambles #writing rat #just rambling rat #body dysphoria #for safety #also i have so many weird hc with alaska n russian fam n gov/congress #gods have mercy #idk bad eng