#floui

instead of flocali you could call it golden sun or something. because sunshine state + golden state.

floui? orange daiquiri. Florida's known for its oranges/citrus and louisiana for daiquiris.

flogov? business casual. gov is the business, florida is the casual.

Anyways, here's my favorite WTTT polyship. Coffee & Chaos (CC4)! CA/FL/LA/GOV gives me major brain rot.

Coffee: Gov, Cali

Chaos: Flo, Loui

This is one of my first fanarts for this fandom. I could do better and I've improved designs but it's cute!

Flocali got me into this fandom, add in CaliGov, Floui, and Flogov? I couldn't pick, so I shipped them all.

Floui- Hurt/Comfort

      It was a normal day in the statehouse. Everybody was minding their own business and being quiet, well, except for Florida. He was busy gathering his supplies to go and get Loui, so that they could do some crime. This was normal, so nobody really cared anymore. As long as he stayed out of the house. Once he got his equipment ready, Florida ran to Loui's room, excitedly knocking on the door.

      But there was no answer. Florida could hear talking, it sounded like Loui. His voice sounded sad. Florida opens the door by a sliver and peeks into the room.

      "Mais, why you gotta do that?" Loui's voice was heartbreaking. He was sitting on the floor, tears streaming down his face. "I'm tellin' ya, you ain't gotta come up here..." By the tone in Loui's voice, it was evident he was talking to his father, France. Loui sighs and says, "Fine, fine... But nobody's gonna be very happy to see you." The other phone hangs up. Louisiana sets down his hone and sighs.

      Florida immediately rushes to Loui's side. They were quite similar, with Florida only being an inch shorter than Loui. Louisiana sees Florida and hugs him tightly. "Sha, didja hear? France is coming over," Loui says with emotion. "I-I heard," Florida replies. France, Loui's father, was an awful man. Loui had the scars and stories to prove it. Florida hugs Loui as tight as he can.

      The dreaded day had come. France shows up to the statehouse. A quiet and tense dinner follows. Loui decided to cook since it would be more busywork to take his mind off things. A few other states like Texas and New York helped. They also had rough childhoods, so they understood and wanted to help Loui. France wasn't causing trouble yet, so that was good. But Loui was a nervous wreck. He didn't eat much and his hands were shaking.

      Finally, dinner was over. Loui decided to wash the dishes, as an excuse to get away from France. As everyone started to drift away, Loui was left in the kitchen. He thought he was alone, so he was muttering to himself about France. However, France was in the next room. He heard the muttering, and although he couldn't make out the exact words, he knew from the tone that it was nothing good.

      "What are you mumbling about, boy?" France asks rudely as he steps into the kitchen. Loui's under-his-breath insults immediately stop as he turns around, his hands wet from washing dishes. "Oh, uh... Nothing..." Loui keeps looking at France, hoping he'll go away. France did not, and approached Loui instead. "Your cooking has gotten even worse since I last saw you," France sneers. "Well, sorry. I cook what I know my friends will like." France scoffs, disgusted. Your 'friends' are vile and uncouth. I don't know why I haven't dragged you back home already." Loui gets a little angry, saying, "Mais, this is my home. I got people here who love me, and I love them."

      France's eyes narrow. "I saw you exchanging glances with that one barbarian in the hat and the tank top." He slaps Loui in the face. "I did not raise you to be a gay sissy!" Loui steps back, now more scared than angry. France pushes him to the ground. "Do I need to teach you what it means to be a man?" France asks rudely, grabbing a kitchen knife.

      Just then, three people, namely Florida, New York, and Texas, tackle France. Florida nicks the knife away from France and points it at him while Texas and New York hold the country in place. "Don't you threaten my bro, you scumbag!" Florida shouts angrily. "Get out! And remember than nobody wants to see you again!" Florida, along with New York and Texas, walk France outside before unceremoniously throwing him out to the curb. Florida returns quickly to make sure Loui is alright.

      Loui is sitting on the kitchen floor, shaking and crying silently. "Loui... He's gone." Florida's voice fills with concern for his best friend. "Mais, sha, I-I don't know what I'd do w-without you." Loui's voice is only slightly shaky now. Florida helps Louisiana up. New York and Texas come back to give Loui a brief hug before finishing washing the dishes. Florida takes Louisiana up to his room. Loui collapses onto the bed, and Florida slides right up next to him, Hugging him and whispering softly. "Don't worry, he won't be here ever again..." Loui wraps his arms around the slightly smaller state and pulls him close. "I love you, sha."

      "I love you too." Florida traces the scars on Loui's arms, peppering them with kisses. Loui slowly falls asleep, still holding Florida in his arms. Florida wraps his arms around Loui and falls asleep soon after.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  It's a little bit shorter than the last one, but I still enjoyed writing it. Hope you enjoy reading it!