Colorado wandered out of his room, high as a kite, and into the kitchen looking for a snack to hopefully bring him down before Connecticut came home and caught him. As he began searching through the cabinets, he caught out of the corner of his eye five states all huddled around one of the counters. He closed the cabinet door softly and began moving towards the states, beginning to hear snippets of a conversation as he got closer.

"It's perfect!"

"Are you sure it's the right size?"

"Trust me, I measured it when Dee was with me the other night."

"Measuring tape around DC's finger is not how you check a ring size!"

"Hey." Colorado called causing the five to jump and whip around, New York immediately tucking something in his sleeve. "What are you doing?"

"Just uh....tryin' to plan this Thursday's game night." Texas announced nervously.

"Wait...I thought it was Arkansas's turn." Colorado asked.

"Are you high?" California asked.

"And why aren't you sharing?" Florida asked, crossing his arms.

"Seriously what are you hiding?" Colorado asked, stepping forward towards New York.

"It's none of ya business!" New York yelled before hurrying off, his four other boyfriends following. Colorado watched them go and shook his head. THC made everything weird.

DC returned from Washington a few days later, and the issue was dropped rather quickly. The Statehouse resumed it's usual chaos, and whatever the main five was hiding was buried under Florida's shenanigans or crazy political stories.

It was a mild day in Orlando, and Utah was moving from room-to-room dropping off the state's laundry. He hummed a Christian rock song as he left Massachusetts's room and moved onto Louisiana's room, entering and sighing at the mess that awaited him. Utah moved around the empty daiquiri bottles and beads before fiddling around in the laundry basket for Louisiana's clothes. He was about to put the pile down when he noticed a small oak box sitting on the spot he was aiming for. Utah put the basket down and picked up the small oak box, opening it and gasping at what was inside.

A small silver wedding band with colored diamonds all around it, sitting on a tiny velvet pillow.

"Oh my heck." Utah whispered, closing the box. He quickly put the box back, put Louisiana's clothes on his bed, then hurried out. Utah closed the door behind him and leaned against the door gasping. The question remained, which boyfriend was Louisiana proposing to?

"Well. It could be for any of them." Massachusetts muttered later that day in the meeting room. Utah had run from Louisiana's room and, after gathering all the states he could find, shoved them into the meeting room to show them the ring he had found.

"I bet it's Florida." Connecticut said, clearly over this entire meeting.

"So all five of 'em are going to propose to Florida?" Utah asked.

"I would've figured it would be a knife." Maine pointed out.

"Bro I keep telling you! It's DC!" Colorado argued.

"You're high." Massachusetts pointed out, yelping at Connecticut back slapped him for insulting his boyfriend.

"That may be true but I'm telling you I saw all five of 'em huddled in the kitchen the other night! Wouldn't DC be with them if they were proposing to Florida?" Colorado asked.

"Did you see the ring?" Washington asked.

"Well....no...." Colorado mumbled.

"Exactly. That could've been something different." Washington said smugly.

"Do you want to die?" Connecticut asked getting out of his seat.

"CAN WE FOCUS?" Utah yelled as Massachusetts pulled his brother down. "This ring is for someone, the thing is who is it for?" The room was filled with silence as all the states contemplated Utah's question. Maine was about to propose an idea when the door flung open, revealing a very angry Louisiana.

"Where. Is. It?" Louisiana asked.

"W-What are you talking about?" Utah asked as Colorado quickly hid the ring.

"Don't play coy with me, I know you took the box that was in my room." Louisiana hissed getting closer to the Mormon.

"There was a box?" Connecticut asked in mock-innocence.

"Maybe it'll help if we knew what was in the box....and y'know who you were going to propose to with it." Washington suggested.

"WASHINGTON." All the states screamed.

"I KNEW IT. You took it!" Louisiana yelled. Colorado sighed and revealed the box, which Louisiana quickly snatched up.

"Loui, it's killing us. Who are you proposing to?" Massachusetts asked. Louisiana checked to make sure the ring was inside the box before snapping it shut and sighing.

"DC." Louisiana whispered.

"YOU ALL OWE ME." Colorado yelled high-fiving Connecticut.

"Um no offense Loui, but you know you all can't get married right? There's six of you." Utah pointed out. "And before Florida asks we don't do that anymore."

"We know we can't." Louisiana said looking up at the states. "But if we can't be legally bound, at least we can be bound together in our hearts." The states fell into silence once again, as Louisiana turned and left the room, closing the door gently behind him.

"Well there's only one thing to do then." Massachusetts announced before producing a bulging binder from underneath the table and slapping it down.

"The hell is that?" Washington asked.

"When I found out those six were dating I started planning the wedding." Massachusetts explained opening the binder. "Groomsmen, we're going to have to split this from 44, so 22 on each side...."

"Can there be pot goody bags?" Colorado asked.

"Also does anyone know if it's legal down here to do fireworks?" Massachusetts asked. "I have a huge reception planned and it'll all go to hell if there's no fireworks."