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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 12:44 pm
The State of Florida
Rutilio Acosta Carriedo
Grade 10
The Sunny Sophomore!
Florida isn't so much a place
where one goes to reinvent oneself,
as it is a place where one goes
if one no longer wished to be found.
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ "Si! Music!" Florida agreed and started to reach through his pockets to see if he had brought anything party worthy when he heard Romero deny them from any "Castro" music. The Floridian had to bite his lip knowing the Cuban exiles at his place would probably have a fit hearing someone call their music by the hated man's name. Not that Rutilio knew what Cuba exactly thought of his boss since it was a subject he generally left untouched during the few times they could get together. Florida was somewhat guiltily looking forward to when Castro died as terrible as that sounded. Maybe then Cuba and America could start getting along better which meant he could spend more time with his neighbor across the pond.
"Ahh! Not that! Even Spain doesn't listen to that ancient rabble anymore, does he?" Florida complained when he heard the "elevator" songs. "Change it! Venezuela you are banned from picking songs!" He flung a wadded napkin at the older nation in mock protest. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ <>
<> Florida has its own rhythm, too.
People go to work,
they watch their children learn and grow
and start families of their own.
They play in the sun and pass their lives
enjoying the outsized blessings
that make our state unique.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 1:04 pm
 Juan MachadoThe Headstrong Junior"You heard me. from now on, you don't touch the radio. You're behind when it comes to music. No one listens to that anymore." Why was Romero getting all mad for? Did he wanted a fight? Because if he wanted a fight, he got it. He wasn't scared of his older brother.{Translations:}(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 1:33 pm
 RomeroxValentín
 República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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Before he could so much as touch the Cuban, Romero found himself laid out flat on the floor. His paella had spilled in the brief tussle. A shame—that was some perfectly good food he’d just wasted. Whatever force Juan had used to lay him out worked wonders on his brain, and as the Dos Equis wore off, Romero realized exactly what he had done. He slowly became aware of the cheesy Spanish music playing innocuously in the background, and realized with a start that the obnoxious sound was coming from his own iPod. The Venezuelan flushed, this time with genuine embarrassment, and swore to himself that he would never touch that beer again. At least Luis hadn’t been here to see that fiasco—he would never live it down. Amazingly enough, only Juan and Ruti had reacted to his drunken outburst. Those Europeans sure were self-centered, it seemed.
Romero sat up, rubbing his head. Juan’s attack had hurt, though he refused to admit it. “Wow, did I really put that crap on?” he asked in amazement. “I didn’t even realize I still had it there.” He honestly didn’t remember putting that music on his device—in fact, he hadn’t listened to it at all after Simon Bolivar had left. “Well! There’s another thing I shouldn’t drink at night. Or at all,” he concluded lamely.
The Venezuelan noticed that Juan was giving him the stink-eye. It was unfortunately well-deserved—after all, Romero had put the terrible music on and made the snide Castro comment. “Sorry, hermano,” he apologized. “I guess that Equis is still too strong for me. You too, apparently—I haven’t been laid out that easily since before the Revolucion. But who brought that stuff in, anyway?” he asked, irritated.
 Out of Caracas: Drama over. Thanks for helping!
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 1:44 pm
Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorWhat was that all about? One minute he was listening to some cheesy music and about to attack him, the next minute, he was back to normal. What was he smoking? Whatever it was, he wanted it. Joke aside, at least Romero wasn't acting like a dumbass anymore. "Okay....? So, Romero, who's your dormmate?" Was he lucky to be with someone cool, like Ruti?{Translations:}(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 2:33 pm
RomeroxValentín
República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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Damn. The Cuban had asked exactly the question Romero had hoped he could avoid. There was no way he could evade it now, since it was the only question Juan had asked. “Luis and Kevin are staying with me in the same dorm,” he responded testily. Hopefully nothing would be made of his rooming with a scaredy-cat. As he said it, Romero realized that he hadn’t seen his other roommate at all since he’d returned to Axis High. “Do you happen to know what that Molossian is up to?” he asked the other nation. “I haven’t seen him around yet.”
And there was still the small matter of the Dos Equis. “You haven’t answered my question. Who brought the beer?” the Venezuelan added, unwilling to drop the question he had already asked.
Out of Caracas: Wondering when the Europeans will post~
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 2:46 pm
Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorSo, he was stuck with the wuss of the family? Sucks to be him. "Molossia? He's some punk. Probably out on a trip, haven't seen him for a while. But it really sucks you're stuck with the crybaby." he had nothing against Luis Esteban, but he was such a coward. "Hey, don't ask me. We had tequila." Who did bring beer?{Translations:}(Out of Havana: same here xD)Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 2:52 pm
The State of Florida
Rutilio Acosta Carriedo
Grade 10
The Sunny Sophomore!
Florida isn't so much a place
where one goes to reinvent oneself,
as it is a place where one goes
if one no longer wished to be found.
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ Well, it seemed the brothers were done squabbling. Maybe it would be good to quietly remove the apparently very potent Equis before someone got hurt? It was good to be drunk but it sounded like that stuff could turn Venezuela into a trouble maker and Rutilio knew none of the former Spaniards were lightweights.
Well, none that Florida had met at least.
Oh, well, that would wait for now and he slunk over to put some real party music on. Hopefully nothing that would spark any other issues, but, eh, that was how parties went sometimes. The element of danger and drama was one of the things that could make or break a great party! So Rutilio didn't mind it too much as long as no one actually got hurt.
"It is ok, everyone!" he informed the other party goers as if reassuring the survivors of a natural disaster that the storm had passed. "The Dos Equis possessing Romero has been expelled and the curse of Spain's old elevator music is lifted! Let's drink more to celebrate!" Which was really just a stupid excuse to drink more and him trying to make light what could have very well turned into a mini brawl between the brothers.
Florida's smile froze on his face when Romero mentioned Molossia. It couldn't be. Surely not. Molossia, Nevada's Molossia, was here!? That guy was crazy! Not that Florida blamed him too much. Living with Nevada would make anyone temperamental and straight up weird, but that didn't make him any easier to deal with. Not to mention his popularity might encourage Florida's Conch Republic to start acting out again. Just the thought of losing his precious Keys made Rutilio want to cross his legs just to reassure himself they were still safely and securely attached to him. "K-Kevin? You don't say... He... um... wow. He's here? That's awesome!" Florida lied awkwardly. "He doesn't know I'm here, does he?" ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ <>
<> Florida has its own rhythm, too.
People go to work,
they watch their children learn and grow
and start families of their own.
They play in the sun and pass their lives
enjoying the outsized blessings
that make our state unique.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 3:12 pm
RomeroxValentín
República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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Romero sighed. "I know. Luis is still scared of me for the time I tried to recruit him into Gran Colombia." He rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I wonder what El Che did to him to make him such a wimp? I wonder if he can even defend himself. I wonder if Kevin i's any braver...?"
The Venezuelan thought he saw Juliana twitch when he mentioned his cowardly brother. Maybe the drink was still messing with his mind. Juan had denied any prior knowledge of the beer, declaring that he was only guilty of bringing tequila. "Really? Just my luck I picked that one up then," he groaned. Tequila would've been easier on him than beer. Who could've brought it, if not the Cuban or anyone else here? Ruti was too young to have conceived of it; Sophie and Kartlos had barely arrived; Juliana seemed to have already drank something... Maybe it was South Carolina? Too bad she wasn't here; Romero would have loved to ask her. Nicely or otherwise. At least the Equis wouldn't be a threat much longer, for Rutilio had graciously decided to remove it from the table.
Although Juan didn't seem to know much about Molossia, it seemed that Rutilio did. Romero raised an eyebrow as the state shivered. That was the second state Ruti had professed disdain for. Was it really that bad in the states? "No, I don't think he knows you're here yet," he answered. "I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't know where his dorm is."
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 3:33 pm
Juan MachadoThe Headstrong Junior"Who knows, hermano? Anyways, what reason he has to be scared? He's the biggest Spanish-speaking nation, si? He can easily kick anyone's a**." he also noticed the Brazilian girl twitch when he called the Argentinian a coward. Was there something going on betwen the two? Eh, doubtful. There's no way a guy like him can ever get a girl like her. "Anyways, pour me some more tequila. I'm not even intoxicated yet. how dare my brother got drunk first."{Translations:}(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 10:52 pm
Armelle of the Forest The State of Florida
Rutilio Acosta Carriedo
Grade 10
The Sunny Sophomore!
Florida isn't so much a place
where one goes to reinvent oneself,
as it is a place where one goes
if one no longer wished to be found.
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ "Good!" Rutilio said with a sigh of relief before blushing. "Ah... not that he is a bad guy or anything. It's just... he's a micronation and I technically have a micronation of my own to contend with. Right now Conch is content to keep paying taxes and act like a regular city, but I'm worried Molossia might stir up trouble somehow..." While Nevada could afford to overlook Molossia since he was so small and basically amounted to one family acting out, the Conch Republic incorporated some of his most important features and all of Key West! He really couldn't afford for Conch to start asserting itself as a legitimate republic.
Florida blinked and wondered why Argentina was so strong and yet supposedly a coward. That didn't make a lot of sense to him, but he didn't exactly have the most award winning military history himself. Now he had risen to be the fourth most powerful state in the Union, but for many centuries he'd been pretty weak and useless. It was only in recent decades Florida's potential had been tapped and he still wasn't quite accustomed to having such a high populace, income and responsibility. Maybe that was Argentina's problem, too? Having so much on your plate was kind of intimidating and not everyone had Florida's sunny disposition to pull them through.
"It sounds like he just lacks confidence to me~! Confidence makes weak people strong and strong people weak, si?" Rutilio said more than asked, knowing from personal experience sometimes it was the one with the most spirit rather than the one with the most resources who won a fight. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ <>
<> Florida has its own rhythm, too.
People go to work,
they watch their children learn and grow
and start families of their own.
They play in the sun and pass their lives
enjoying the outsized blessings
that make our state unique.
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 12:11 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 couldn't believe it; Romero had completely ignored her. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought that he was ignoring her on purpose! Well what did she do to deserve this treatment? Is it because she's such good friends with his little brother, Luis? Well that wasn't nice! The Brazilian finally thought to herself as she then crossed her arms over her chest and turned on her heel towards the bottle of tequila on the counter. She needed a drink more than anything right now. She had never been stood up so rudely in her entire life! Okay well that wasn't completely true... She just needed another swig of the good stuff. Taking the bottle into her hand, she held it at an angle and poured it into two shot glasses. Lowering it to the counter again, she picked up the two glasses and expertly drank both shots with no chasers. She wasn't into that pansy stuff anyway. Once finished, she placed the glasses back on the counter and let out a light sigh before she turned around, her eyes scanning the room and the people that were there.
There was a new girl that she hadn't seen before, but it seemed that Cuba let her in so she must be nice. Gripping the edge of the counter with her hands, Juliana leaned back and tried to relax and recompose herself, although Romero's actions really did weigh a lot on her mind. She opened her lush lips with a slight popping sound as she listened to the others talk about Argentina, her dear friend. Oi! Rutilio!" She then called, pushing herself off of the counter and walking over to the small group of Spanish countries. "Luis doesn't lack confidence, he's just a sweet boy who likes to think of others before himself. Whenever he's needed someone to talk to, I've always been there to listen." This was coming from the girl who still couldn't figure out that Luis had liked her since they were children...
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▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 12:52 pm
Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorJuan shrugs "Who knows? he's a big nation, he's got power and money. I don't see any reason why anyone would be scared." He then turned his attention to Juliana, who seemed to be defending his brother "That may be true, but sweet doesn't help in the real world."{Translations:}(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 1:54 pm
The State of Florida
Rutilio Acosta Carriedo
Grade 10
The Sunny Sophomore!
Florida isn't so much a place
where one goes to reinvent oneself,
as it is a place where one goes
if one no longer wished to be found.
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ "Having power and money sometimes just makes you a target..." Florida mused although he wouldn't know what Argentina's situation might be regarding potential threats against him. However, he was well aware that it had earned America a high priority on every terrorist list and too many enemies to shake a stick at. Of course, a large part of that had been Alfred's ignorance and aggressiveness in foreign relations, too...
"Uh-oh," Rutilio muttered when he saw Brazil bouncing--ahem--strutting his way almost like a mother bear whose cub had been threatened. He backed up a step as she corrected the state on her childhood friend's confidence levels and flashed her hopefully a disarming smile. "I must of misunderstood! Forgive me! I don't remember ever meeting him so I would not know. I am sure he is very, very sweet!"
However, her little outburst caused the playful state to smirk almost like a playground bully. "You two are very close then? Is there a reason why I should be jealous~?" he teased before sighing over dramatically as he put his own spin on a classic complaint he'd heard women make. "Every time I meet a pretty girl she is either gay or taken..."
Already the young mischief maker was preparing to dodge away if she decided to swat him for being a brat. So far Juliana had been willing to play along with his jokes, but considering a childhood friend was thrown into the mix this might very well rile up the nation enough to put him in his place if he wasn't fast enough. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ <>
<> Florida has its own rhythm, too.
People go to work,
they watch their children learn and grow
and start families of their own.
They play in the sun and pass their lives
enjoying the outsized blessings
that make our state unique.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 2:06 pm
Juan MachadoThe Headstrong Junior"Maybe... but if you're strong, you should be fearless." Uh oh, it looks like Ruti was going to get his a** kicked by a girl. he wasn't really sure if sweet was a good word to describe Argentina, naive was the better word. Then the state had to start teasing Brazil, saying that maybe she liked her. Well, he may not have said it, but he was sure thinking it. The Cuban went over to Rutilio and punched his shoulder "No seas tonto. Those two are just good friends. I'm sure Juliana's saving herself for the right man." Does he even like her? That would explain why he acted somewhat normal in front of her. With other girls, he would run off or hide. And if he did like her, did she notice?{Translations: don't be stupid}(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 4:35 pm
RomeroxValentín
República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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Romero listened to the exchange with humor. For all his complaints about Luis’ cowardice, the Argentinian must have done something right. After all, he was quite wealthy now. But to a nation used to war and revolt, it seemed impossible that such a pacifist could prosper. Despite his promises, the Venezuelan was sorely tempted to take another swing at the Argentinian, just to see if he could defend himself.
But as Juliana passionately protested Cuba’s and Florida’s teasing insults, he decided that it wouldn’t be a good idea to mention his own low opinion of Luis. Something must be going on in between the two, but what? Romero was suddenly reminded of his younger brother’s comment regarding dinner. Had it been Juliana he had eaten with? Had Luis really managed to get a girl before him? Romero’s mind latched indignantly onto the question as it was formed, but he kept quiet. Such a question wasn’t exactly polite to ask bluntly. Maybe he would ask after a few rounds of booze?
The Venezuelan started when Juan accused him of getting drunk without him. It was indeed true that the Cuban normally was first to become intoxicated. But Romero had had the terrible luck of imbibing Dos Equis. Oddly enough, Romero could hold down any drink easily, but one shot of Dos Equis could knock him out cold. “It wasn’t my fault I got drunk first!” he complained to the Cuban. “You know Dos Equis and I don’t get along!” The same went for vodka, actually, but no one had brought that. But Romero did stand up to get more tequila, bringing both the half bottle and another full one. Juan could drink with the Germans; he was so used to it.
Brazil had beaten him to the Spanish drink, though, and as he reached for the bottles, she flashed him a dirty look while pulling on her perpetually loose tank top. Why was she so mad? This particular expression seemed reserved for Romero alone, so it probably wasn’t for what Juan and Ruti had said. With a jolt, Romero realized that she was probably mad at him. Juliana was a proud girl, after all, and if there was one thing she couldn’t stand, it was being ignored. The Venezuelan was tempted to remind her that he had been horribly drunk, but thought better of it. Brief intoxication was no excuse for ignoring one's blood relative, who had been here for a little while already. What had she asked him? Oh yeah; merely a status quo question. “I’ve been great, hermana! It’s almost been too peaceful at home; I can’t help but feel there’s a revolt brewing under my nose. Chavez has been wonderful for our economy, but I think la Coordinadora would rather they pick their own noses for once.” He grinned at the thought of the capitalists running the companies even more sloppily than they had done before and swung his arm out for something sweet to offer her, and his questing fingers found a loaded plate of hallaca. Romero sighed in relief, pleased that he had remembered to cook some and give the recipe to Juan before. The Cuban had never been able to make them as well as the Venezuelan could, but these would do. The pork-stuffed cornmeal pockets were also filled with tropical fruits and artfully wrapped in fresh banana leaves. They were also a perfect complement to tequila.
"Want an hallaca? I made it myself." He offered her the largest hallaca and flashed a grin at her. He wasn't exactly bluffing, for the recipe had been his originally, and he hadn't made the dessert for a while either. Hopefully the joke and the food would offset Juliana's anger. He hated making her upset.Out of Caracas: La Coordinadora is a capitalistic organization that opposed socialist Chavez in his first election. Hallaca is a very Venezuelan dessert often made in Christmas and frequently offered to tourists. Is there a Colombia here?
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