Alaska was having the best time.
A couple days ago he was video chatting with Hawaii, who had recently heard some gossip from one of the lower forty-eight states. The goverment were stupidly sending another fed to run the meetings, and this time it was The fed DC. Alaska and Hawaii had found the whole thing amusing; Florida and the others had managed to scare away any other fed who had tried since the mid-eighties, and things had been quiet for about a couple years or so until coronavirus had hit the United States. No fed had lasted more than a few weeks at least, and Alaska had taken credit for scaring one of them, he believes it was fed 590, away. Fed 590 managed to stick around the longest out of all of them, and had dared to try to call Alaska, but he had shown up, glared the fed down so hard that he quit the next day.
He had to go see how fed 2,036, or he guessed DC was his official name, would turn out.
Of course no one had thought to call him when they were looking for the biggest states (he told himself to tease Texas the next time they all Zoom called one another) but he had snuck into Florida's house the day of the meeting without much fanfare. The meeting room had been cleared out from the holiday decorations and random junk it had been filled with and now contained a table and five chairs all scattered around. Alaska found a nice hiding spot near a random bed that was in the room and waited, wishing he brought popcorn and maybe a hidden microphone for Hawaii to listen in.
Fed 2,036, sorry DC, was the first to arrive about an hour before the meeting. He was dressed in a typical fed suit with a nice red tie to match, but it was clear to Alaska he was suffering. He was fanning himself and trying to loosen his tie, before turning to another lower forty-eight state, Washington possibly, and asking to borrow a short-sleeved shirt for the meeting. Alaska couldn't help but snicker at the poor feds' misery; he clearly didn't come down to Florida much if he couldn't handle the humidity. Still Washington fetched him a shirt, a blue polo, and DC changed out of his stuffy suit clothes.
Alaska couldn't help but take in how soft this fed was compared to the others, usually in their dark clothes with sharp eyes and well-put together hair. DC looked like you'd find him in a Barnes and Noble looking through all the shelves for a perfect book, taking home way more than he was capable of reading and adding it to the unread pile. He almost felt bad that Florida was going to scare him away but that was the matter of the business. The feds didn't care about the states, why should they care about them? DC finished changing and sat down to finish up some work, and Alaska waited patiently for the others to arrive.
Around 1:30, Alaska could hear chatter in the hallway signaling the other 'big states' had arrived at the meeting. He wasn't surprised at who showed; Texas, California, Florida, New York, and Louisiana. He was trying to wrack his brain trying to remember any information about them, weren't they dating? They were the biggest poly out of the states, the second only going to the self-proclaimed rustbelt and four corners. As Alaska was trying to remember anything about them, the door opened and DC got his first look at the main five. At the silence, Alaska glanced up and studied the six.
DC was still sitting at the table, gazing across the room at the five who stood in the doorway. The five had stopped their chatter and stared at DC, all either with wide eyes or open mouths. Alaska's head whipped back and forth between the fed and the main five as a smirk slowly spread across his face.
Oh.
DC finally stood up, smoothing down the imaginary tie and sticking his hand out to the main five introducing himself. The five stumbled over themselves to be the first to shake his hand, the honor going to New York, before they rushed to fill their seats, Florida getting the honor of sitting across from DC.
Oh.
The meeting ran with relatively to no chaos, which was surprising especially with Florida in the room. Florida at one point pretended he was hungover which made DC 'wake him up', but Alaska could tell from the grin on the chaos states face it was on purpose. At one point West Virginia showed up, which horrified DC and broke up the tension in the room, but everyone, even Texas and California, was on their best behavior.
The main five had it hard for DC.
DC ended the meeting and all five had jumped up to once again shake his hand. California shyly asked if he were to run more meetings, especially with the pandemic, and DC admitted he didn't know, someone named Gov just asked him to run the one, but if these two weeks weren't going to flatten the curse they, and all the states, would be seeing a lot more of him. That seemed to please the main five, who all got doopy grins on their faces, and they all rushed out following DC to show him out. Alaska emerged from his hiding place, confused by these new developments, listening to the excited chatter of the main five to DC as they showed him out, remembering the last fed, fed 2,035, who hadn't even made it past the first meeting before rushing out and declaring all the states savages, and now this fed was being flirted with by the main five poly.
Oh this was going to be fun.
