Drinking TW

A/N: Look at me writing again. I'm hoping this means I can get to requests again, and if not then I'll keep working 

Florida adjusted his hat tie in the mirror and smiled. He looked dabber! He didn't care what Cali said; he looked amazing! Cali could wear whatever the hell he wanted at his own wedding, this was how Florida did weddings.

After a turbulent year, the main six were all finally getting married. DC was finally mentally well enough and together as a poly they all agreed they had waited long enough. Florida won numerous rounds of rock, paper, scissors and came out on top as the first one of the five to marry DC, and he chose Disneyworld as he and DC's wedding spot. But that didn't mean they planned a Disney wedding per say; thanks to a movie night a few weeks back on which Washington insisted they all watch the terrible Escape from Tomorrow Florida got the bright idea of doing a guerilla style wedding where no one would know it was an actual wedding taking place.

And really no one was going to fight him on this.

Florida adjusted his bow tie and smiled at himself in the mirror. He still looked damn good. The others were still outside waiting, probably still fighting about what ride they'd go on to do their vows. Florida wanted Splash Mountain, but his blushing bride wanted It's a Small World. Honestly he'd marry DC in River Country if he wanted, so as long as he married DC.

(River Country was actually a suggestion, but cooler heads prevailed when they explained to Florida they all didn't want a nice cocktail of brain eating ameba and whatever the hell's been living in that water for decades.)

The sunshine state was doing his last checks when a familiar laugh came from behind him.

"Wow! I never thought I'd own two ties!" The voice chuckled. Florida turned around and nearly froze in his spot. It was....HIM. But it was....old him. He had on the usual hat and the glasses but the tank was yellow (what happened to that tank top....oh right Loui's birthday; New York + tequila shots=fire apparently) and he wore his American flag shorts instead of the sensible blue ones he had on now. Florida gawked as past Florida continued to grin.

"And I bulked up! Awesome! I needed to get muscles on these noodles." Past Florida laughed showing off his noodle arms. Future Florida shook his head and finally found his voice.

"How did you....get here?" Future Florida asked quietly.

"Dude. We can call all the states because they eventually move here and this surprises you?" Past Florida asked. Future Florida considered it, and chaos chuckled.

"You're right, silly me." Future Florida giggled before his face went serious. "But this isn't one of those 'step on an ant and ruin the future' sort of things is it?"

"PFFFT. Nah dude that nerd crap doesn't exist! You've been dating Cali far too long." Past Florida said with a laugh. Future Florida sighed in relief and echoed Past Florida's laugh. It was terrifying.

"But man, I do have so many questions! You're me like two years from now!" Past Florida said stars shining in his eyes with excitement. Future Florida puffed up his chest in pride, oh this was feeding his ego.

"Ask away young grasshopper, I am all ears." Future Florida said with a grin. Past Florida pondered for a second, before snapping his fingers coming to an answer.

"I got it! So there's this fed...." Future Florida depuffed his chest a little. "He's just started the meetings about this hurricane and he's really cute." Past Florida blushed, Future Florida just watched his face crumble into just pure love and adoration as he thought about the nervous fed who'd someday be the final key of the puzzle to the poly.

"Loui thinks we should shoot our shot and date him, all five of us." Past Florida continued. He finally looked up, cheeks all flushed and eyes shining. "And I just wanna ask....am I making the right choice dating DC? Are all five of us?" The music from the restrooms faded away, the chatter from the families and Disney adults from the park behind the door faded away, all that left was past and future Florida as the latter began considering the former's question.

"They told me I didn't have to do the meetings anymore." DC said sadly in the make-shift office the states made for him in the southern statehouse. He looked at his phone's lock screen with a picture of, who Pennsylvania dubbed, the main six, together at the draft party Florida held weeks ago.

"So why don't I wanna leave?"

"Are you all okay, are you hurt?" DC jumped out of his chair in the meeting room looking at the scared faces of all the states, his boyfriend's and his family.

"A-Are we okay?" Cali whispered in a tiny shocked voice, jumping as hands hit the table.

"Fuck if we're okay???" New York yelled tears burning in his eyes. "Are you fucking okay? That orange bastard had you locked in a bunker all weekend!"

"So let's say...hypothetically." Loui leaned on DC as the main six watched the rest of the south prepare the fireworks for his birthday celebration. They had all already had too much to drink and their tongues were loosened up. "We wanted you for our sixth. What do you say?"

"Wait what?" DC whispers eyes going wide and red on his cheeks not only from the drinking. "But...you want me...I'm..." his eyes lowered and he looked at his dress shoes. "I'm the fed."

"That's where you're wrong." Texas scolded making DC look up at him with two fingers under his chin. The stars shone in his eyes. "You're our fed."

"WE NEED TO GET IN THERE." Florida roared, fighting against police officers who were arresting him on the Capitol steps, among the other states who were trying to force their way in to rescue the fed. He already saw Texas get detained as well as Louisiana; New York and Cali were hung back with the states that didn't run and were horrified at the sight of not only their loved ones getting arrested...but their fellow states.

"STOP RESISTING." The police officer yelled as Florida started kicking.

"MY FUTURE HUSBAND'S IN THERE."

"I-I don't know how long recovery is going to be." CDC whispered sitting at the head of the table at the statehouse. He had just told the states the unfortunate news that DC wouldn't be back for meetings for a while, recovering from an awful mental breakdown after 2020 and January 6th. No one spoke, everyone avoided eye contact and the boyfriends never felt smaller.

"I-I'm just asking you....p-please don't give up on him. D-Don't give up on dad." CDC begged. Texas sniffed and adjusted his hat on his head, his expression both sorrowful and determined.

"CDC. We would never give up on him." Texas declared.

"Uh...hello? Would like an answer please." Past Florida called waving a hand in front of Future Florida's face, bringing him back to the present. "God am I still doing bath salts? Cali will kill me!" Future Florida shook his head clear and smiled at the younger him, his eyes swimming in tears.

"You're going to love him till the day you die." Future Florida whispered, voice heavy with emotion. Past Florida grinned, his entire face looked like it could split in half, but he quickly disappeared at a knock at the bathroom door.

"Sha?" Louisiana called. He was probably dying in his fancy suit. He was the offerciator after all! "Are you almost ready to go? You're quickly losing the fight for Splash Mountain."

"Coming Loui!" Florida called back, turning to give himself one last look around in the mirror. Satisfied with his reflection, he smiled wide and stood up straight and tall. "Let's bag us a husband."