Savebats Statetalia I Guess

Instructions: Holy crap this is so late I'm so sorry!!! Press the green flag and enjoy! >.<

Characters: Alaska and Hawaii!! (mine)

I THINK I followed the pallet??? I got a little confused. :(

I would not normally post a memix onto tumblr, but considering that this was one of my favorite memixes I ever made, I decided to do so.

On top of that, I did actually do some of the code in this (I changed the tweening and a bit of the background, I just didn't to the timing and stuff), so I don't feel too bad about it.

That's not to say I don't kinda get it, as the lyrics to mention violence and drugs, but I just laugh that it's happening now, in new 2025, and not 2021 or any time that this project was "popular" XD. (It got nine hearts and 7 stars before it was killed lol.)

You know. Canada wasn’t exactly the type of guy for warm weather, and, yeah, okay, he wasn't exactly the type for crowds or trips or family vacations either, but he was here anyway. Here, in the wonderful town of Twinsburg, Ohio, and on pretty much the hottest weekend of the year, entirely without access to an air conditioner. To be frank, he was feeling rather miserable.

When America had pleaded with him to join the festivities, reminding him that this festival couldn't possibly last forever, Canada had reluctantly agreed. After all, it might even be a little bit fun. It wasn't exactly often that an immortal like himself got to celebrate this part of himself, and even less often that he got to do it with the person which he was actually celebrating. (Because that's what twin and multiple celebrations were, celebrations of the other multiple(s).) On top of that, America's friend, Ohio himself had once had a twin himself, before he was immortal, and just the thought of a loss like that had made Canada feel bad enough to agree to the trip.

He was really regretting it now.

Of course, Canada was by no means the only one upset, as the record highs were bad enough with or without the knowledge of how it once was, but that didn't make things better. He couldn't even sink into the background as he usually did, as America had forced them all to dress up for the theme of the year (which Canada, dizzy from the heat of the sun and the inside of his costume, did not truly remember), and the costume made him stick out like a sore thumb.

Worse (it really only got worse and worse), the festival was only just beginning. Together the three of them, Canada, America, and Ohio (who was dressed up along with the other immortal twins so he didn't feel quite so bad), stood in the parade, marching painfully through the sun filled streets as they did their best to smile. The roads were lined with many people, both tourists and locals, multiples and not, and they made Canada's head spin even more than it would have been without them.

And, as already stated, there were plenty of reasons for his head to be spinning.

Honestly, he was kind of starting to see double, and he was almost sure it had nothing to do with the wide array of multiples (identical or at least dressed that way) which surrounded him, pushing the three forward but holding them back all the same.

Canada pushed his glasses a little higher on his nose, finding that they had slipped down slightly on a stream of sweat. He fought for breath, though he had not walked further than half a mile.

“Hey dude,” America was saying, though he also seemed to be panting slightly, “Are you okay?”

Canada looked at him, and though he tried to make his face into an expression of “what do you think, honestly,“ he was pretty sure it didn't make it past the “I am very dizzy and scared” stage. He tried to speak, but found he couldn't, not really. The world was too much.

“It's a little hot out, sorry,” Ohio mumbled from Canada's other side, his black hair probably as hot as the asphalt even as he did his best to shield it from the sun's rays with a raised arm. It was clear he was apologizing personally, but Canada (who had gotten quite familiar with the changing climate in the previous decades), couldn't find it in himself to blame the man.

”Of course it is!“ America joked, trying to keep the mood light despite the fact that he was sweating just as hard as the other two, ”I'm here right? A hero has to inspire something like that, right?“

Canada stared at him, but his vision was swirling too much to make a disappointed face. Instead, he found himself leaning limply on his much more muscular twin. (Yeah, they weren't exactly identical, but the double vision continued as Canada rested.)

”You can step out of the parade,“ Ohio was saying, only panting a little bit as the tiny amount of breeze that had existed a moment before was blocked by a tall trio of girls dressed as Red Wood Trees, ”Nobody would hold it against you, it's really hot,” he paused to take in a brief step in the shade of the sparse trees, “Most of them know me anyway, even if they did want to blame you, for some reason,”

He paused his attention to wave at someone calling his human name, and then again to nod at a much more official looking figure. Perhaps someone in the town's management that was not on the float of judges? Canada's mind was too blurry to focus on if that was true or not.

“Dude, you do want to step out of the parade?” America was saying, and it wasn't clear whether he was taunting Ohio, asking Canada a genuine question, or begging for his own sake.

(Though, knowing him, Canada knew it could easily be any of those options, all three at once, or some other strange combination.)

“Maybe,” he managed, trying to un-lean from his brother's shoulder, but quickly realizing that it was a bad idea as the world spun faster when he did, “Maybe we should,”

“The library’s open, but it's far away,” Ohio said, pointing, “Or we could just go sit under that tree, it looks free,”

“Are any air conditioned buildings near us?” America panted, finally giving into the stress of their situation as Canada leaned on him, “I think we need it, dude,”

“Uh, maybe if someone lets us into their house,” Ohio offered, visibility sweating despite how much Canada’s vision was swimming in the heat, “But everyone’s watching the parade or working it, so I don’t think they could even if they would,”

“I notice you don’t mention walking in it,” Canada managed between pants for breath.

“Too busy standing still in the burning sun,” America answered him, sarcastically.

And it was true. The parade had ground to a halt, again.

“America,” Canada grumbled, feeling slightly better when Ohio stood on his tiptoes to extend a thin arm over his head, if not for the pathetic attempt at shade for the gesture, “I am never listening to what you say will be fun, ever again,”

America made a shocked sort of gasp, but the joke was half hearted. Clearly, he too was somewhat regretting what he had done. At their side, Ohio hummed something that was only half agreeing.

This was awful. It was too hot out, people were staring at them (for once not because they were immortals, but still), and the music was too loud. He never, ever, wanted to do this again.