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The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

When he saw the little princess start holding her head and shaking, Andrew internally began to panic. He knew some basic field medicine like how to sow a wound up and other important tid bits, but he was no doctor. If she was really sick then he wouldn't know what to do. He hadn't brought any bacon with him for such an emergency!

Lili suddenly straightening up and acting like nothing had happened startled him, but it made him more anxious than reassured. She must be really sick to have a reaction like that. It just wasn't normal and this was not only a lady they were dealing with but one of North Carolina's friends. Tennessee couldn't help feeling it was his duty as a man and as a brother to keep an eye on her in case something else... weird happened.

"s**t!" he swore in surprise when Brat suddenly darted away. It more startled him and his slightly strained nerves than anything as he watched the cat run off. That wasn't normal. Not normal at all and he frowned softly before glancing at Iris and nodding at his horse.

The gentle mare glanced over from where she had been nibbling on grass paying only mild attention to these events, but Iris caught on to his meaning quickly. With a soft snort she trotted off to find the Georgian bobcat and hopefully calm her down. Since Tennessee had let her and Dog tag along it was his responsibility to make sure both were safe and got back home in one piece.

Andrew looked back in time to see the tears and internally panicked again. "Don't cry, Miss Lili, I'm sure Brat didn't mean nothin' bad by it," he said as he floundered for some way to comfort her. He only had one skill when it came to that. "Do you want me to play you another song?"

There really was something wrong about all this, but he saw no reason to be rude to her even if he felt a little nervous himself.

Grade 9
The Volunteer

Romero smirked, the evil gleam not entirely absent from his eyes. This young upstart had no idea what he was missing out on. Oh well, his loss. Still, he couldn’t resist reminding the state of that. “Qué lastima. If you need a show for your paper, though, come on back. I can put on quite a show even without the bull.”

It seemed that Antonio and Francis had settled into their own matters, which really meant that they were arguing about whose booth was better. The Venezuelan decided it was time for him to leave, check out the other booths, and wander.

As he walked, his eye picked out a rather plain-looking booth, one so plain that it really didn’t look like a booth at all. Instead of the kiosk’s three walls, this nation had a rug and some oddities concealed in clay jars. If Romero had to guess, this nation came from the Middle East, judging by his dark skin and brightly colored rug.

He looked rather lonely to Romero, so he decided to come on over and introduce himself. “Hola,” he greeted, approaching the dark nation with an outstretched hand. “Romero Valentín, Venezuela. And who might you be? I can’t say I’ve seen your face here before.”

While she plated up some tacos, Luz Maria spotted a tall guy in a tacky outfit. She recognized him to be Sadiq "Caray! Look at you. It's the almighty Ottoman empire. You sure look like a badass. How are ya? I haven't seen ya in a while." She ahd nothing against him, unlike her older brother, since they worked together on their first mision.

Spanish >> English

{Out Of Mexico City:}

"Oye!" Romero complained as Franny suddenly appeared and thwacked him over the head. How could a ghost hurt so much?? Granted, as a ghost, she didn't pack much force behind her punch, but the shock factor more than made up for her weakness. The nation promptly ignored the newcomer as he rounded on the spirit.

"I didn't say anything bad about you!” he defended himself. “I just suggested to France that you might have been the ghost who stole one of his cream puffs! Espere..." Venezuela paused, realizing that she didn’t sound as if she had heard the entire exchange. "Did you just get here? Then who did steal it?"

~The Techno Wizard Senior~

Indus looked up at the man who addressed himself as Romero."Oh, hello!" He greeted, and before he could say his name, the ghost and the Venezualen, as well as a state, started something....He decided to simply sit there and watch, not even bothering to be a burden.

~The Mathematical Senior too!~

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