Texas and New York are horrified to find out that California writes fanfiction about them.

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"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!"

America winced at the volume and rubbed his forehead; goddammit, he knew that the peace and quiet had been too good to last.

"Tex," he called out, wondering aimlessly throughout the house in search of his enraged son. "What's up? I swear, you better not have the guns out -"

A series of gunshots cut him off short; he let out a loud sigh.

"You fucking want to mess with me?!" howled another voice that, much to his distress, America identified as New York. The other state barreled down the corridor and threw himself into the living room, gun in hand.

"Dammit!" America yelled. "What have I told you guys about using guns in the house - you might damage something! Something that, unlike yourselves, can't be repaired!"

"Where the fuck is California, huh?!" Texas demanded, storming out of the living room, his eyes flashing in rage. "Tell me so I can give her brain damage!"

America gawked at him - okay, that was knew. Well, Texas pretty much made threats towards everyone, but California was...rarer. Everyone usually preferred to avoid the blonde. Also - brain damage...?

"Why brain damage?" America voiced his thoughts.

"So she can't write any of this shit ever again!" Texas waved a sheet of paper in front of America's face, his eyes flashing murderously.

"Probably overreacting," New York stated, rolling his eyes. "Fucking idiot."

"Don't make me shoot ya!" Texas barked.

America frowned, allowing his eyes to roam across the paper. His eyes widened in surprise - and then horror - as he realized exactly what it said.

"...Texas smiled dreamily and whispered, "oh New York, yes, New York," and New York totally smiled back and said the same thing but with texas instead and then they proceeded to do all these things that I really shouldn't write on paper in case my psychiatrist finds this thing - but it was dirty. Totally damn dirty. And then -"

"...Did you write this?" America gaped at his sons in horror.

Texas went red with rage. "Oh course I fuckin' didn't write that shit!" he howled. "Whad'ya take me for, huh?!"

"I didn't either!" New York spat, vehemently.

"I'll fuckin' shoot ya anyway," Texas growled.

"Hey! Focus!" America protested. "You've just invaded my mind with images that I do not need - at least tell me who wrote this!"

"Hey guys what's going on?" California asked, wandering into the room. "What - oh!" Her eyes widened. "My fanfiction!"

America blinked. "You wrote this?"

California beamed. "Yup!"

America stared for a few moments longer, wondering, 'why the hell am I not surprised?'

"I fuckin' knew it!" Texas snarled. "She's the only one screwed up enough to write shit like this - well prepare for severe brain injury you bitch!"

"Why are you so annoyed?" California rolled her eyes, looking completely calm at the sight of both Texas and New York cocking their guns. "I was only testing out my writing ability."

"Cali..." America said, slowly. "They're your brothers."

"Uh-uh." California looked unperturbed. "Your point."

"...You don't write that stuff about your brothers."

"Oh come on!" California moaned. "What's the big deal anyway?! Everyone ships people - I've been chatting with Hungary over facebook -"

America winced.

" - and she totally opened my eyes in relation to those two." She gestured towards her enraged brothers.

"Fuckin' bitch!" Texas snarled.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" New York growled.

"I mean sure, the fact that you're brothers kind of holds you back." California pouted. "Maybe if we were a few decades back - oh don't look at me that way, there was a time when incest was accepted!"

"Cali," America growled.

"I'm just saying, if they weren't brothers, they'd make the cutest couple ever! I mean they're always all, "I'll shoot you up!" and "Die bitch!" but just image how amazing it would be if all of that turned into hardcore NewTex!"

"NewTex...?"

California beamed. "It's what I call their relationship!"

"There is no relationship!" New York cried.

California pouted. "Yeah unfortunately."

"Okay Cali," America said, shoving the paper at her. "I'd tell you not to write this stuff but - you know what, no one ever listens to me around here. So just - don't show it to me or your brothers okay?"

"The fuck?!" Texas howled. "I'll kill the bitch before she can write anymore!"

"I second that," New York muttered.

California beamed. "My story has totally brought them together."

Both males froze, their eyes widening in horror.

"Um guys," America said, coughing awkwardly. "If you're planning on using your guns against each other, do you think you could go outside? I have some pretty valuable items here."

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AN:

Texas and NY are seriously becoming my favourites to write.

And wow, it's been a while since I last wrote for this thing - serious writers block :C

Review and tell me what you think :D