#albgusta

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Happy birthday Ryan!! Some lawyer AlbGusta for you!

Oh my goodness, Sassy. Those absolute nerds, I love it so much! Thank you!

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Albany: Why are all these files stapled shut?

Augusta: Sorry, I couldn't help myself.

(Source: In Plain Sight)

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Augusta: Should I lose the waistcoat?

Albany: I think you should burn it, ‘cause, you know, if you lose it… you might find it again.

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Albany: Do you like my outfit?

Augusta: Not as much as I like what's underneath it.

Albany: Aaron!

Augusta: No, I need your chair. Get up.

(Source: Arrested Development)

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Albany: Augusta, you're like an angel with no wings.

Augusta: So like a person.

(Source: Parks and Recreation)

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-kneels over and dies- So this is the first and only time Albany got Augusta to blush.

This was also going to be a traditional-only peice but I fucked up inking it so I used some progress pics to make it on the computer. I actually really proud of how it came out! The progress pics are under the cut!

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((For the OTP meme)) Maine/California (I know I'm a monster but I think it's awesome): 7 20 29, Platonic Maine/Jefferson: 21 8 3, Albany/Augusta: 28 25 13

//Listen, I am a major multi-shipper. I have shipped it before. -Ryan//

Maine/California

7 :What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

After the pure denial they both will have, California would be nicer to Maine in hopes that the other girl would be nicer back. This would cause a strange effect where they’re tensely polite to one another, though everyone thinks it’s more fury and hatred.

20: What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

Everyone is in shock. And very afraid. Jefferson has been reported screaming and fleeing to Oregon.

29: One headcanon about this ship that breaks your heart

They never get to really see one another. They both are needed in their home states and they’re not even slightly close enough to drive back and forth. Maine is also 3 hours ahead of California, so even calling and texting is hard, as they aren’t able to get to their phones at similar times.

Platonic Maine/Jefferson

3: Most common argument?

If Dunkin’/New England things are real. I’ve had someone question me about this before, okay. Also, we have some weird things here so Jefferson would be 100% lost and Maine would be unhappy with his lack of knowledge.

8: Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

Jefferson will call Maine anything from Elsa to Reina de Nieve to Maniac. The first two relate to her ‘title’ of ice queen, while the last one is a common name to call Mainers.

Maine, however, calls Jefferson things like ‘petit frère’, ‘ahkonimal’ (s/he speaks calmly or soothingly), ‘amakehs’ (butterfly), or ‘amalhahsewe’ (s/he dresses fancily). No, Maine has not told Jefferson what those mean.

21: Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

Jefferson is far more likely to pull Maine into a dance than the reverse. Sometimes it’s older styles that he never got to see while in their prime but she did and he want’s to see a professional. Sometimes it’s newer styles he wants to show her. Regardless, it ends in laughter and Maine swearing that next time she’ll punch him.

Albany/Augusta

13: Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

Augusta. While he’s a cold person, Augusta grew up with Maine, who used to bundle up with him and Portland as children to keep warm. He’s used to being touched, especially when it’s cold out. That, and he likes how red Albany’s face gets. Also, he’ll grab the wrist really often too (this is due to his fears of people just being gone one day).

25: Who needs more assurance?

Both are in constant need of assurance. They’re both the younger brothers who have to do a lot of political work to and older brother who seems to have life figured out. If I had to pick, I’d say Augusta, only because Albany is more competent in the political/law field, where as Augusta feels like he’s shown up by Portland in all fields.

28: What do they do when they’re away from each other?

For Albany, he’s more likely to throw himself into his work. He misses Augusta, yes, but he also never gets anything done when Augusta visits. So he’ll get as much possible done so the threat of work isn’t looming over him. He’ll also wander around, looking at things that remind him of Augusta, possibly for gifts.

Augusta, on the other hand, is very unhappy and grumpy. He doesn’t actually do his work unless it’s an emergency and after a couple of visits, found it hard for him to sleep unless he’s curled up against Albany, so he doesn’t have much to do. He’ll either text Albany or look through old photos of him, Portland, Albany, and Maine. If it’s the season, he’ll go hunting and fishing.

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“Hey, when do you plan on telling Augusta your feelings?”

Albany choked, slamming his coffee mug onto the small table sitting in their kitchen. “NYC, don’t sneak up on me like that!”

“Don’t avoid the question, Albany. When do you plan on confessing?” The taller boy slid into the seat across from his now bright red brother.

“There is absolutely nothing to confess.”

“Then why are you blushing?”

“I’m not,” Albany grimaced, “I’m just annoyed by the thought of him. Do you realize how many important documents he’s either lost or forgotten? How little he pays attention during meetings-“

“You pay a lot of attention to someone who apparently annoys you.” NYC smirked, relishing in the glare his brother sent him.

“He literally plays videos and music, without headphones mind you. Not to mention he’ll face time with Portland. For someone so quiet, those stupid videos are extremely loud. The only thing I’ve ever hard that is louder is his stupidly cute laugh.” Albany ranted, missing the laugh NYC forced himself to swallow.

“His…what, Albany?”

“What? He’s disruptive with his stupid phone! Were you not listening?” With that, NYC felt something inside snap a bit.

“You literally just called his laugh ‘cute’!” A twitch found its way to his eye. “You sit here and rant and rant about Augusta and all these little details that no one, and I mean no one, else notice!Boston has explicitly stated that Augusta is basically silent during meetings, yet he’s a huge distraction to you! An you unintentionally compliment him every fucking time you rant about him! And you rant about him all the damn time! Can you please just admit you have feelings for him? New York already knows I have feelings for Boston! He won’t say anything about you feelings for Augusta!” NYC took a deep breath, turning to look out over the city, ignoring Albany’s upset look.

For an hour the two stayed quietly in the kitchen, NYC moving to make them breakfast. New York wasn’t going to be home for a couple more days at the very least but he’d know if they skipped any meals. Finally, a shaky breath broke the tense atmosphere.

“He hates me, you realize that, right? Augusta, I mean.” NYC glanced up from his omelette in surprise. This was the first time he had ever heard Albany willingly talk about Augusta without ranting. “I’ve seen him send glares my way during meetings for no reason. If I approach him, for any reason, he audibly groans and grumbles until I leave him be. Before you say that he does that to everyone, he normally just sits there with a blank expression until they go away. I’m the only one he treats like this.” Albany began to shake slightly, tears welling up as he stared at his coffee.

“You…you’ve never mentioned that before. I’m sorry for pushing, Albany. Here I was, thinking it was due to pressure from New York.”

“It…it’s fine, really. If…if I was more confident and he hated me less, then I’d take your advice and confess. Sadly, I just don’t see that happening. So for now, best to just pretend like what I feel simply isn’t real. It makes it less painful than facing the truth.”

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“So, when do you plan if confessin’ to Albany?” Portland leaned on the doorway, staring into the dark abyss that was his brother’s room.

“Never.” Was the muffled reply.

“Augusta, listen closely.” Portland sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I know he’s from away but seriously? So’s New Hampshire, yet Maine acknowledges her feelings for him. Would you rather pretend to hate Albany forever? I’ve seen how he acts around you and how he acts when you avoid him. Just give things a chance.” With that, Portland pushed himself off the frame, walking back into the hallway.

“Yeah, yeah…” Augusta muttered, rolling over to face his star covered ceiling. To be perfectly honest, as much as he wanted to confess, he had no idea how. Flowers and chocolate? Nah, too cliche. A gift? What would Albany even like? Probably something expensive. For hour, at least, Augusta laid there, trying to come up with some sort of idea. Slowly, his eyelids began to droop shut once more, the warmth of his bed drawing him back to sleep. Thump.

A sudden weight lengthwise across his legs woke him right back up. Augusta sat up, sending his older brother the dirtiest look he could manage. Portland merely smiled in return, moving to sit up, both so that his wasn’t pinning Augusta down and so that there were no longer knees in his stomach. Neither one felt the need to break the silence between them.

“You could just walk up and tell him.”

“Or I could just throw myself off a building.”

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The next capital meeting was absolute chaos. It seemed like anything and everything had gone wrong for the 51 capitals. The snowstorm had been the final straw, keeping all the capitals not used to it away and causing those who were used to it to complain. Finally, D.C. choose to abandon the effort and let everyone leave.

Albany had barely gotten his papers into his bag when he felt someone yank his arm. Glancing over, he was shocked to see Augusta, the normally reserve capital of Maine, holding onto him, motioning for him to follow. If it had ben anyone else, Albany would’ve told them to leave him be. Yet here he sat, across a small table from his longtime crush, sipping on a small cup of coffee. Augusta had not spoken a word beyond ordering, choosing to instead watch passerby out the window.

“Well, this has certainly been interesting but I should be-“

“Can you stay for a moment longer?” A pause. “I am really trying, I’m just not a huge talker. Sorry.” The more soft tone caused Albany to pause before sitting down. Not once had Augusta really spoken directly to him. And he never expected it to be in such a nice, calming voice.

“Is everything alright? I’ve never seen you act like this.” He really hoped Augusta would answer, if only so he could hear his voice just a little more.

“I’m fine. Hey, what’s your fantasy?”

“I would have to say to be kissed in the rain-.”

“Dude, do you fuckin’ wanna get sick? ‘Cause that’s how you get sick.” Augusta made a grossed-out face. Albany knew the other boy wasn’t trying to be insulting but he still found it hard to hold back his own fight worthy comment. He blamed New York and NYC.

“Alright, what’s your’s, asshole?:

“Easy,” Albany was surprised to hear an actual answer. “to throw an angry moose in Masshole’s face. Duh.” Or maybe not.

“…You mean Mass and not Boston, right?” If he meant Boston and NYC found out…

“…Yes?”

“You hesitated.” He really didn’t need his brother murdering his crush. Albany moved to run his hands down his face, keeping them folded in front of his mouth.

“No, ‘m just confused. Boston is masshole-ette, not masshole. Shocked you didn’t know that.” Albany couldn’t tell if that logic was good or bad. He decided on ‘goodish’.

“….Moving on…Are all your fantasies about hurting people?” He hoped not.

“No, just most. Curling up by a fireplace in winter with hot chocolate and snuggling is one too. And you won’t get sick there! It’s perfect.” It took both boys a minute to process what Augusta had just implied, both sets of eyes widening. “Wait, shit. Nope, not how that was supposed to come out. Welp, I’m out.” With that, Augusta gave the table a shove, sliding his chair out and almost running for the door. For a moment, Albany just watched the other capital flee before his mind caught up to the situation. Tossing some cash onto the table, he chased after Augusta, finally catching up to him right inside a park, gripping his arm tightly.

“You…run…too…fast.” He panted, glancing up to see the deer in headlights look Augusta was wearing. Even now he was looking for an escape route. It was surprising to see Augusta show so much emotion, Albany had to admit. Surprising and cute. Once he could breath again, Albany stood back to his full height, looking slightly down towards Augusta. “That was an interesting statement.” Pure horror crossed Augusta’s features. Alright, maybe Albany didn’t like the emotions so much. At the very least, he didn’t like the negative ones. With a frown, Albany shook his head. “Not a bad statement, just an interesting one.” With that, he leaned down.