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 Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 12:59 pm
 Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid Junior"Ugh.... I taste dirt... I mean, si. I'm fine." Why was the Argentinean so clumsy? he wished he knew. He really hated feeling jealous whenever he saw Juliana with other men. I didn't want to have this feeling, but he couldn't help it. But why? It's not like they were a couple or anything. "Juliana, I priacticed my dancing skills last night. I made sure to memorize all my Samba moves. I hope you remmeber how to dance the tango. I need a partner to demonstrate the national dance of my country."{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: ) Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 2:16 pm
【 Mahalo nui ia Ke Ali`i wahine 】
〖 `O Lili`ulani `O ka Wo hi ku 〗 Leilani Kamea Malu
Freshmen ﹙ There’s no place I’d rather be ﹚
x﹙ Then on my surfboard out at sea ﹚
xx﹙ Lingering in the ocean blue ﹚
xxx﹙And If I had one wish come true ﹚  Once Hawaii finally made it to her booth, she placed her box of leis down on the counter before she turned around, scanning the area. Sighing to herself, she just continued to decorate her booth. She had brought a few palm trees from home to decorate around the edges of the booth, along with some vines, flowers, and other flora. She wanted to bring as much of the tropical feel of home as possible because she missed her paradise of the Pacific terribly. She shoved some torches into the grass before lighting them, adjusting them about so they weren't in a position that they would catch anything on fire. After she was done with that, she began to put up some traditional tiki masks that she had crafted many many centuries ago. She kept one for herself, for her to wear for her performance later that day. "Hm, I wonder how that is all going to work..." She mused to herself as she set the rather intricate mask down behind the counter before continuing to set things up.
Next was the volcano. She had spent the other half of the night crafting the thing so it matched size and scale to Kilauea as much as possible. It was the world's most active volcano and she sure was proud of it and the mythos that had been created by her people because of it. She placed this in the center of her booth since it was pretty massive, it was larger than her for pete's sake! "I wonder if it'll work," She began before she felt her shoulder be tapped and she turned around. Seeing two men there with a large delivery of food sent directly from her boss, Leilani smiled brightly before she said her thanks and accepted everything. Although she were able to make the drinks, the poi, and other smaller dishes, the Kalua Pig and other larger items that she always served at her luaus she couldn't make them here.
"Everything smells delicious! Mahalo!" She exclaimed again before she bid them farewell and finished up the last of her preparations. Moving out from behind the counter of her booth, Leilani emerged on the other side her ukelele in hand as she let out a soft breath. For now, she could just relax and mind herself, wanting to simply enjoy herself for the moment, especially after all of the stress she had been dealing with over the past few days. "Nana I koumoi am kalani alii ke alii~" She sung softly to herself, singing the anthem she created when she was still an indepentent kingdom, skillfully strumming her ukelele in turn, smiling to herself. （HawaiianRollarcoasterRide - . . .）
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 2:58 pm
You could travel the world,
But nothin' comes close,
To the golden coast!
Once you party with u-us,
you'll be fallin' in love! ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆
Landon grinned happily, pumping his fist while Juliana smelled the technically pilfered flower he had given her. He followed her to the stereo as she moved to turn it on, ready to engage her in a good old-fashioned SoCal swing, when he heard someone trip into the ground.
It seemed that the klutz was a closer friend of the Brazilian than he, for Juliana promptly rushed over and helped him up. California didn't mind her helping Luis--or so she'd called him--out, so long as he could dance with her, but he was denied even this when the other boy brought up a promise that he had never heard.
Landon pouted right back at the two South Americans, slightly depressed that he had lost to this latecoming klutz. "Aww!" he exclaimed melodramatically, with a hand over his heart. "You wound me, chica. Well, I'll be back for you, I promise!" He waggled a finger at her in reminder and turned to walk back to his booth.
Then he spotted Hawaii setting up her booth nearby. As she finished arranging her leis and luau feast around a rather lifelike representation of Mount Kilauea, Leilani sat down and began singing her traditional anthem, accompanying her voice with her ukulele.
Landon had neither seen nor heard her in a while, and so decided to say hi. He flounced on over to the distant state and sat down next to her on the base of Mount Kilauea. "Hi, Leilani!" he said, throwing an arm around her. "How have you been? I haven't seen you in ages~!"
★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆
Out of San Francisco:
------------ California boys, we're undeniable,
Fine, fresh, fierce,
We got it on lock!
West coast represent, now put your hands up!
Oh o-o-o-o-ohhh!
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 3:39 pm
 𝔦'𝔳𝔢 ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰
𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔣𝔬r𝔱𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 ᴅιsᴛᴀɴcᴇ
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔭 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔴 ι'νᴇ sᴡᴏʀɴ 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱
𝔦'𝔪 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 ʟᴏɴᴇʟιɴᴇss ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ Juliana blinked as she watched the state walk away, but giggled softly and waved him goodbye so she could return her attention to her dear friend. "That's really great to hear Luis! I really appreciate it." She told him as she adjusted her headdress so it was straight on her head once more, instead of leaning to the left, which was what had begun to happen to it. "And of course I still remember how to dance the tango, it's such a beautiful dance. So passionate~" She exclaimed as she spun around on her heel, making a complete 360 turn, as she clasped her hands together. "And I already told you that I'd be your dance partner so don't worry, I even brought another dress to wear for it."
[Out.Of.Rio:]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 4:07 pm
【 Mahalo nui ia Ke Ali`i wahine 】
〖 `O Lili`ulani `O ka Wo hi ku 〗 Leilani Kamea Malu
Freshmen ﹙ There’s no place I’d rather be ﹚
x﹙ Then on my surfboard out at sea ﹚
xx﹙ Lingering in the ocean blue ﹚
xxx﹙And If I had one wish come true ﹚ The Hawaiian had her eyes closed as she played, her nails strumming against the strings of the ukelele as she tilted her head from side to side slowly. She could already see the rolling white waves of her home from behind her eyelids. It was calm, comforting; home was definitely sounding better and better the more she thought about it. But her eyes quickly shot open as she heard a familiar voice cry out her name before throwing an arm around her bare torso. "A-Ah!" She gasped as she immediately stopped playing to look up at the person who had just appeared beside her. Staring upwards with her crystal-blue iris', Leilani's lips quivered for a moment before a bright smile was shown.
"California~!" She exclaimed as she dropped her ukelele the two feet it needed before landing on the soft grass below and turning her body to face his, her hair still precariously covering the majority of her coastline perfectly. She quickly wrapped her arms around the neck of the neighboring state before she hugged her body to his own, her chin propped up on his shoulder. Her eyes were closed again and her smile was bright, since she hadn't seen Landon in so long. He used to visit all of the time for his movies during the end of the last century, but in present day with computer graphics, people could just 'recreate' her, which she really didn't care for at all.
"I've been well," Leilani told him with a light chuckle as she loosened her grip on him and retracted her hands so she was sitting up straight once more. She adjusted Honolulu around her neck so the largest shell was in the center as she let out a sigh of relief. "How have you been lately? I heard about your altercation with Christian already, does your face hurt at all?"
（HawaiianRollarcoasterRide - . . .）
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 4:12 pm
Temp-Canada-  He tapped the Cuban on the shoulder.
"You should eat your pancakes before they get cold."He smiled up at the other.
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Princess Mint the Great Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 4:20 pm
You could travel the world,
But nothin' comes close,
To the golden coast!
Once you party with u-us,
you'll be fallin' in love! ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆
Landon frowned as Leilani brought up his not-so-nice spat with Christian just last night and rubbed the area he had punched him in. "How did you find out about that so fast? It just happened last night..." the Westerner mused. "But I'm fine now, physically. Charlotte gave me an ice pack before we left to our separate dorms. What I wonder is, what sort of couple will he and Ruti make? If they turn into the sappy Romeo and Juliet couple that I poke fun at so much in Hollywood, I'll never get my friend back. And who knows what those two can do to Holly..." Landon huffed and folded his arms grumpily. That statement was the closest he would come to admitting why he was really so pissed at Georgia. Even if, as a state who profited greatly by invading other states' privacies and sometimes livelihoods, it made him a bit of a hypocrite to declare that he did not want Christian to do the same, the main reason why he disapproved of the new union was precisely because he saw a way to lose his oldest friend in the process. Never mind that he might have done that already...
"But enough of that!" Landon exclaimed, hoping to dodge the topic. "Chris said he'd been absent on a mission; I heard as much when he came back to school. You were gone for a lot of that time, too. Were you part of his mission?" The Californian leaned in excitedly, anticipating a wonderful tale. There had to be a reason why Chris had stayed silent about the mission, right?
To heck with avoiding Christian's private-mission laws~!
★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆
Out of San Francisco:
------------ California boys, we're undeniable,
Fine, fresh, fierce,
We got it on lock!
West coast represent, now put your hands up!
Oh o-o-o-o-ohhh!
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 5:43 pm
 Juan MachadoThe Headstrong Junior"Hm? Ah, si." Matthew was right, pancakes aren't good if they were cold. Juan grabbed a forkful and ate some "Delicious as always, Mattie." he said with a smile on his face.{Translations:}(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 5:46 pm
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorLuis Esteban couldn't help but smile. He liked how optimistic Juliana is. "Well.... Uh... Sh-Should we do our demonstration now, or later?"{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 6:51 pm
 Indus Tamalika ~The Techno Wizard Senior~ Indus wandered about the fair grounds.He was too green to have had a booth, so he simply brought along a rug and few staples from his home in bowls and jars. He wasn't wearing anything special, mainly because he didn't know about the festival until someone told him about it last night."My, so many different cultures...I can't think of a place to start, or even a place to set up!" He said to himself as he looked about. ~The Mathematical Senior too!~ <> Out Of Curry:
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Princess Mint the Great Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 7:10 pm
Temp-Canada- Matt smiled delighted. "Glad you like them."He said happily as he finished the ones he was cooking. He would save any more to cook for laters. "Are you going to decorate your booth? Or are you just going to hang out with me? Not that I have a problem with that."He was starting to feel much more at ease now around the other, that was good.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 4:37 am
 François BonnefoyThe Senior that Needs No Introduction~!****************************************************************************** France chuckled lightly as Spain figured out what he had said. Sure, the Spaniard was technically maybe slightly taller and he was older than France, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to go without the Frenchman more or less calling him adorable from time to time since it seemed sometimes he was more mature than Spain (even if it wasn't by much).
His little crying fit was over just about as quickly as it had started as someone approached then with sweet alcoholic beverages. He sipped on what Romero had brought over for him and Spain, listening as the two nations talked about family. All this talk on family made France miss his own. Speaking of which, he should go find Canada, Seychelles, and Monaco (if she was still around)! If not now, then he should definitely do so later. When it seemed the family talk was done for now, France lifted up a tray of profileroles and held it out for Spain and Venezuela. "As thank you for the delicious drink, Romero, why don't you treat yourself to a few of the pastries I have here. I'm sure soon the wine I asked for will be brought from my home, and if you visit me later today, I'll have more savory foods for lunch that I will be serving. In the mean time, feel free to help yourself to what I have here."
France saw a pale hand reach out and pluck one of the snacks from his tray. He looked to see who had taken it, only to see there was nothing there. He blinked, his eyes going wide for a moment as he paled. ".....D- Did anyone else see what I just saw? I... I think a ghost just stole one of my profileroles...."
Translations
French >> English
Out. Of. Champagne. :: ******************************************************************************
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 4:53 am
 George "Christian" JonesGeorgia, U.S.A.Freshman
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from  Georgia got a grim smile on his face as England asked what was wrong with the name George. "Really? The state of Georgia? Going by George? You don't think that's, I don't know, a little uncreative?" As much as he loved his father, he really wasn't very good at coming up with creative names.... Not that he was one to talk. (*cough* Stone Mountain *cough*) Oh well. At least England had picked a good middle name for him.
Suddenly, though, Stone Mountain gave a small twitch. His ears even seemed to perk as he somehow heard France, who was way away from England (probably by accident since you know otherwise the Frenchman would have picked the booth next to England's just to annoy the hell out of him all day) say the magic word.
Ghost.
His cyan eyes sparkled as his head swizzled in the Frenchman's direction, the giddiest little grin spreading across his face. "Sis! Did you hear that? GHOSTS! I didn't know our school was haunted! Holy crap! If there's a ghost here, I gotta get a story on this for the school paper!" The more he thought about there being ghosts here, the more a warm, pleased blush spread across his face. Who knows what had started this obsession on ghosts, demons, and the undead within the bright and cheerful peach state, but his obsession could be a bit... frightening when he got others involved in his little ghost hunts and usually ended in at least one of his siblings having to be carried out of whatever haunted location they went to due to fainting in fear.
Georgia whipped out his pen and notepad, that excited grin never leaving his face and actually turning into a slight smirk that almost resembled England as a youngster to a "T". "I hate to chat and run like this, but I gotta go if I want to get in on this story before I lose a chance at catching a ghost. Nice seeing you again, dad!" With that, he was off running again, not even aware that he had just accidently referred to Arthur as his father openly and out loud.
Georgia sprinted past a lot of people before he skidded to a stop not far from France, Venezuela, and Spain. It didn't even bother him that Spain was here since he had bigger things to worry about. "Mister France! Mister France! Did I just hear you say something about a ghost?!"
France looked over to Georgia, trying to figure out where he had just come from. Or better yet, how had he even heard what he had said? Sometimes he forgot that the peach state felt it his duty to report on anything that happened in the world just because of that CNN thing of his. "Ah, well.... Yes. I guess I think I might have seen--"
"What did it look like?!"
"Eh?! How should I know?! I didn't get a good look! I was just offering some food to my friends here and a hand reached out and took some. When I looked, no one was there!"
Georgia pouted, not satisfied with just that much. He then looked tot eh two Hispanic nations, a hopeful look on his face that at least one of them had seen something of value and could provide some information on it.
Out Of Coke :: There aren't too many rules when you come here.
Mind your P's an' Q's.
Be polite to all ya meet.
Take pride in where you're from.
Tea is always sweet.
And it's Coca-Cola, not Pepsi!
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 8:33 am
  Sr. Romero ValentínRepública Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
"Gracias para ofrecérmelos," Romero said, taking one of the cream puffs from France's plate. The snacks were small enough to pop in a mouth, which was exactly what he did next. The light flavors collided exquisitely in his mouth, and Venezuela nodded in contentment. "El sabor!" he exclaimed raptly.
Suddenly, a pale hand materialized out of nowhere and plucked one of the profiteroles to spirit away. Everyone paled.
"Did you all see that?" Francis whispered, his eyes wide.
Romero nodded, but he was unimpressed. Having been personally haunted just yesterday and the day before, he thought he had a good idea who the ladrón was.
Promptly, a state appeared before them in much the same manner as the ghost had. The combined suddenness of his appearance and outburst made Romero drop his hand to his sword, but he relaxed a little when the newcomer peppered France with questions instead.
When the kid turned hopefully to him and Antonio for more details, Romero lifted his hand from his sword to fold both across his chest. He shook his head. "W didn't see it clearly either. If I had to guess, though, that was probably Franny. She seems to like to haunt me and Luis on occasion, but she is almost always looking for Connecticut. Who are you, anyway?" Romero added, staring down at the young state. "I'm Romero Valentin, from Venezuela."
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Out of Caracas: Was this Pork's idea or Kiki's invention?
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 8:35 am
Royce Kirkland ⇔ Hutt River "Where I Breathe, I Hope."The Imperial Freshman  Locking his eyes on the posters that were plastered all over the school hall, Royce did not pay attention to what was directly in front of him. It ended up with him bumping into a fellow. A familiar fellow, at that. The New Zealander stumbled back when he crashed into the Hutt River citizen, rubbing the side of head lightly with his free hand before focusing his sight on the culprit of the crash. His emerald green eyes blinked once, twice, even three times before a smile inched on his face.
"'Ey Royce. Did know you were here." The micronation dusted off the specs of dirt from his cape and pants before rising up. "Ah, well, I actually have just arrived here. ...Um, Zea, if you do not mind me asking, why are you dressed up so... outlandishly?" William nodded his head to a nearby poster. "Culture festival. Gonna show off my culture, of course." Royce nodded lightly, turning to the door that lead them out to where everyone seemed to be showing off their own cultures with various stands lined together with a few people running around and others sitting calmly. "By any chance, do you know if he is around?" The island nation was confused for a second by what the other had meant by 'he', but then remembered who that person exactly was. "I dunno. I haven't seen him at that much lately. I wouldn't say he's not here though. Y'know how he is." Royce frowned slightly. "Of course, I do. He is the one that refused to acknowledge me before giving up, after all." The New Zealander puffed out his cheeks lightly. "C'mon, Royce! Today is supposed to be a fun day! Don't get so down... You'll ruin the fun. Just go help him out an' stuff. You're acknowledged now, so it shouldn't matter anymore." Royce cocked a brow at the New Zealander before heaving a sigh in defeat. "Oh, fine... You're right. I am acting too childish. Let's go. C'mon, Bilby." The bandicoot was playing around with Lucy and Kiwi before scampering to the micr nation's side as they departed to the festival, William and his furry pals following suit.
"'M gonna go set up my stand. Brett shouldn't be so far from here since all the stands are set up in geographical groups. You should be able to find 'im pretty quickly." The micronation waved a hand dismisvly as he walked away to find the Australian stand. "Yes, yes, I know. Good luck, Zea!" The New Zealander waved a hand back before laying his trays of food onto the table provided as well as decorating the stand before relaxing on a foldable chair. "We're gonna kick Oz's arse in this for sure. Right?" Lucy and Kiwi both agreed by happily ba-ing and chirping in delight.
Hutt River, on the other hand, had quite a problem searching for Oz. There were so many people around, he could not see clearly through the crowds. He and Bilby had to push themselves out of the crowd to regain their personal space. He ended up bumping into a stand in the process. "Ah! I am so terribly sorry! I was not watching where I was going." His amber eyes looked toward the other, eyes widening when he had found who he was searching for. "Oh... Oz. I did not see you. Neither did Zea. How is your stand doing?" ☀ ☁ William Kirkland ☁
The Greatest Oceanic Nation, New Zealand!
"Sophomore and ready to learn!" Out. Of. Oceania:
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