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 Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 7:17 pm
  Sr. Romero ValentínRepública Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Romero smiled at Juliana at her easy solution to their problems—which was really a postponement, but who cared?—and, when she began groping around in the air for their hands, he slid his out of his pocket and grasp hers. He barely had enough time to give it a tender squeeze before she walked down the hallway towards the restaurant, hauling him and Luis along.
Romero smiled at Juliana at her easy solution to their problems—which was really a postponing, but who cared?—and, when she began groping around in the air for their hands, he slid his out of his pocket to grasp hers. He barely had enough time to give it a quick squeeze before she strode down the hallway towards the restaurant, hauling him and Luis along.
During their walk to the restaurant, the Venezuelan eventually outpaced Brazil and began to lead her to the eatery rather than the other way around. Not only did it seem slightly improper in his mind for a woman to be leading two men on what was almost a date, but Juliana was also blinded and could very easily trip on something in the road if neither he nor Luis cleared it out of the way. Much of their walk was spent in silence, punctuated only by the occasional scuff of Romero’s foot in the dirt as he kicked some offending pebble or other minor obstruction out of the way.
When they arrived at the restaurant, the Venezuelan secured them all a four-chair table on the patio closest to the beach. When the menus arrived, he scanned over the entrees offered, searching for something to read aloud that Juliana might like. As he had hoped earlier, they did indeed still have their South American special entrée page in the little pamphlet. “A ver… he murmured, as if he were merely reading the page aloud for his own reference. “Bistec de vaquero, feijoada, vatapá, pollo el mazri, and pabellon criollo all seem good. What would you two like for dinner?”
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Out of Caracas: DANGIT! I overwrote my post and lost the OOC here...
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 9:14 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 ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ For most of the walk, the Brazilian had pleasantly walked in content silence. She had her eyes closed and merely relyed on her other senses, like touch and hearing, in order to keep pace with the two as she inevitably led them to the restaurant. She was glad, though, that Romero eventually took the lead and she allowed herself to fall back into her suited role of being escourted and catered to. But she wasn't in the mindset today. Today, she was going to have a meal shared with the two closest people to her at this school and that was definitely better than going on a date with any ol' John Doe.
Once they arrived, Juliana felt the change in temperature as it suddenly warmed from outside and it smelled of exquisite delicacies. Her stomach rumbled again out of hungry as her nose filled itself with all of the different spices and scents that surrounded her. Oh she was definitely going to eat her fill tonight! But as they were moved outside, she was then greeted by the sound of the ocean crashing against the beach and her hair was pushed back by a sea breeze that happened to remind her of home. "Como encantador," She breathed to herself before she found her seat and became situation, now relaxed and definitely ready to order.
But of course, in her excitement over getting food, she had forgotten that she would need her eyes in order to order something from the menu. Sighing to herself as she set her purse down by her feet, she then looked over to Romero with a pout, as if silently pleading that he would read something out to her. But lo! As soon as she did so, he immediately began to list some very-appetizing dishes, that all seemed to call out for her. "I think I'll have to try a sample of their feijoada and an order of some delicious vatapá." She told her neighbor with a smile before she closed her own menu and placed it on the table, signaling that she was ready to order. She still had her sunglasses over the paleness of her eyes and kept them there, since the sun was to start setting soon. "No one can make it like I can back home, but I'd like to see how close they stick to my recipes~" She said, giggling to herself as she looked from one to the other. "Do you think they will allow us to order alcohol here as well? I would definitely like a cocktail or some shots."
[Out.Of.Rio:]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 9:46 am
 Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorThe Argentinian's face was bright red as he was dragged to the restaurant by his friend, along with his older brother. Once they were inside and lead to a table, he took a seat across from Juliana. He takes the menu and looks through the list of food they had. "Hmmm... They all look good, but I think I'd like a small dish." Due to his tall size, many people would think he had a big appetite, but in reality, he isn't much of a big eater.{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: ) Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 10:08 am
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Romero nodded slowly as his companions voiced their orders. “Alcholo should be fine; we’re all well over-age,” he said, attempting at a joke. “As for me, I think I’ll sample a bit of their pollo el mazri.” Closing his menu, the Venezuelan signaled for a waiter and ordered all four of their entrees, adding a round of alcoholic tisane for good measure. The combined check would not be so much that he couldn’t bear it on his own, but it would still ease the strain on his pocketbook if Juliana and Luis chipped in as well. Once the waiter departed for the kitchen with their order, Romero settled back in his chair and gazed out at the oceaen waves lapping on the shore.
“Sure reminds me of home out here,” he commented, almost rhetorically since he knew all three of them shared the same sentiment. “I remember horseback riding around Margarita Island in the past. What about you two?”
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2013 8:36 am
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid Junior"Oh? I didn't know you ride caballos, hermano. Maybe I should find a good place to ride Esperanza, a place with a whole lot of space." Horses are a very important part in an Argentinean's life "Ah! I almost forgot. Juliana, we've received a lot of homework today. If you'd like, you can borrow my notes. They could help you out."{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2013 4:11 pm
 Seychelles
Cherelle Petit
Freshman
Cherelle looked at the menu indecisively for a moment, looking up when Andrew shyly stated what he wanted. She still wasn't sure what she wanted, so she just agreed with him. "Ham does sound pretty good right now..." She said, scanning the menu, looking to see where they had ham on the menu. She saw they had Chicken Cordon Bleu, and suddenly that sounded really good, and it had ham in it. "Maybe I'll have the chicken cordon bleu." She said, though she still seemed uncertain.
[Out.of.Islands: Sorry for taking so long, internet has been down at my house ): ] When the ocean beats the rhythm and the wind plays the melody in harmony with it,
There, you can hear the sounds that birds are singing.
See, your body naturally starts to move!
The tuna, the shrimps, the dolphins and the sea gulls, when we hold their hands, they all become our friends.
Let's sing to the rhythm.
If we smile each other, our wish will be one☆
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2013 5:44 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 ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ As Romero ordered for the four of them, Juliana released a sigh of relief through her parted lips, leaning back in her chair as she did so. She could already taste the food on her tongue and the warmth of it sliding down her throat into her center. But her thoughts of food and the joy she was going to have from it were suddenly interrupted by Romero as he stated that the view they had reminded him of home. Although she couldn't see presently, she still remembered how nice the beach was from the couple of times she had been there and smiled in agreement.
Juliana looked from Romero and Luis' directions and towards the ocean as she thought about her own memories of home. Especially the beach. There were so many she could name though, since most of her land bordered the coast. But before she could speak herself, Luis reminded her of the classwork she had missed today and chuckled awkwardly at being caught. "Thank you very much Luis, those would be most helpful in me catching up." She looked to him and smiled happily before she drummed her nails against the wood of the table. "It's amazing how far we have come, no?" She soon breathed as she looked out to the ocean once more, smirking to herself.
[Out.Of.Rio:]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 8:19 am
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid Junior"De nada, Juliana." he said, chuckling timidly. So far, it's been nice being with his fellow South American countries.{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 2:46 pm
   ✧ * ゜ ・ 。Baby Tennessee 。・゜ * ✧ The Watauga Association ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪Tennessee made a soft noise in confirmation that he had heard her but didn't have much to add to her decision making process. The baby state quietly toyed with the silverware which was bundled up in a napkin. He wasn't very skilled at small talk even as an adult and as a little child Andrew had been so isolated that simply saying words correctly had been a bit of a chore. Though it sounded cute when he failed to roll his r and l noises the truth was that when he was a baby he was simply that unfamiliar with talking to people. Andrew eventually looked up again to watch Seychelles and stared at her quietly a moment before slowly speaking. "Fwance is your big bwudder, wight?" he said more than asked. "So... he took you in without conquest stuff?" Tennessee watched her carefully because he knew not all colonies had simply been taken in as children and some had actually been forced into submission. Now that he knew even states had been unwillingly coerced even into the American Union little Andrew was somewhat anxious to know the truth about other nations and states' pasts. Especially those who were much older than him... ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪<>
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 5:37 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
“Rode, hermano. Rode.” Romero leaned back in his chair and gazed abstractedly out at the sea as the memories returned. “España taught me how to ride when I was just a young colony, and then I rode war horses throughout the early 1800s. There were so many battles abroad—by that, I mean away from the capital. Eventually, it became too difficult to ride against tanks and such, and thanks to industrialization, I ended up losing time for it. Todavía, probablamente puedo montarlo, pero no sé.”
The Venezuelan was caught slightly off-guard by Brazil’s question, which only served to dredge up even more memories of the past. From Spain’s mining of his Pearl Islands to Alonso de Ojeda’s christening him the little Venice; from various colonizations terminating with the French colonization that had prompted the South American revolt to Gran Colombia; from his early republic days to his exportation of oil; from José Antonio Paez to Hugo Chavez… Centuries of history flashed before his mind’s eye, and the gravity of how far he had come struck him full-force. And he could tell with a single glance at Luis and Juliana that they had seen just as much as he…
The Caribbean Spaniard found himself nodding in agreement to Brazil’s question. “Sí,” he murmured, still gazing absently out across the ocean waves. “Once upon a time, we were mere assets to the Iberian thrones. And now you’re even a rising world power, Juliana. Perhaps Sudamérica’s time is nigh.”
His hand snaked over of its own accord to the Brazilian’s lap; by the time he noticed it and attempted to retract the improper act, it was too late.
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Out of Caracas: [[Probablamente... = I can probably ride horses still, but I don't know.]] || Making an assumption in the last sentence; I can take it out if that is not how Juliana would've reacted.
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Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2013 8:24 am
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid Junior"I see. Espana also taught me about horses. I loved the animals so much, I own a whole bunch of them in a farm. I raise the, train them, and sell them to people who want them." he smiled.{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2013 12:58 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 ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ Listening to her two neighbors speaking about how Spain cultivated their lands and introduced their beloved horses, sent Juliana back on a walk through her memories. She could still remember herself, a small girl, standing on the beach, as the large, impressive Portuguese ships finally made anchor at her shores. She remembered meeting Portugal for the first time and he quickly became a mentor and cultured her in fine arts, dance, wine, literature, technological advancements, and other forms of education. A small smile pulled at the corners of her lips as she rested her head on the palm of her hand, whose elbow was perched upon the table, allowing this.
Although she could remember all of the good times growing up--exploring through her Amazon with the local fauna, learning how to samba for the first time, eating her first European cuisine--there were still a lot of bad times. One of the worst times of her life was when she was used as a slave import station. She could still remember the families that were torn apart, screaming mothers reaching out for their daughters as they were carted away to an unknown fate. Such memories still gave her nightmares. But a small gasp emitted from her throat as her eyes widened at the sudden touch Romero had given to her thigh. Remembering how she sat down between them and the direction each voice was coming from, it was clear that this was Romero. "Yes, I am very proud of my success as of late. It feels like it has been a long time coming." She said as she turned her head towards him and smiled. She closed her legs for a moment, his hand getting caught in between her thighs, before she released it, giggling softly to herself.
A waiter brought a small tray of water to the table and offered it to them. Taking a glass, she sipped a few small sips out of it before she set the glass back down on the table, sighing with relief. "A lot of people tend to underestimate us, but we are a passionate people and willing to fight at a moment's notice. Perhaps fighting for permanent recognition will be the next challenge." She told Romero before looking to Luis and smiling to him. "I still remember when you met Renata for the first time. She nearly scared you stiff at the time." She laughed at the memory of her ocelot jumping down from the trees onto his head, causing him to fall over and shout out in terror.
[Out.Of.Rio:]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2013 4:24 pm
Seychelles
Cherelle Petit
Freshman
Cherelle looked over at Andrew, wondering if he was uncomfortable. He sort of seemed so, but she couldn't be sure. He didn't seem the type to make small talk, so she didn't pressure him to, looking shyly to the side until she heard him speak. She nodded to him. "Yeah, no one lived in my home for a long time, until Francis came. He told me he was going to be my big brother, so I went with him." She smiled, remembering, but then got a little sad, as she remembered what came after. "But then Britain came, with warships, and to avoid fighting, I had to go live with him..." It had killed her to leave her brother, but she knew that even with France, she stood no chance against Britain. Not at sea at least, as she had learned not much before then, as she watched her neighbor Mauritius faced with the same problem, and France trying to defend her, but losing. Not wanting to see that happen again, she had asked Francis to negotiate giving her to Arthur. She suddenly realized that she had gotten lost in thought and blinked a few times, before looking back at Tennessee and smiling. "What about with you? I mean, how did you end up becoming a state?" She knew enough about American history to understand generalities, like the 13 colonies, the Revolution, and the Civil War, but she didn't know much about Tennessee, himself.
[Out.of.Islands: Sorry, I've been suckish at writing 'Chelles lately... || Turning history into Hetalia terms can be difficult. I know I thought out how this happened before, but I forgot. Plus, I think I probably left stuff out then. I think this covers it... || She answered yes to the "With no conquest" but then her story said no... Well then again, he was asking about France || I write too much OOC. ] When the ocean beats the rhythm and the wind plays the melody in harmony with it,
There, you can hear the sounds that birds are singing.
See, your body naturally starts to move!
The tuna, the shrimps, the dolphins and the sea gulls, when we hold their hands, they all become our friends.
Let's sing to the rhythm.
If we smile each other, our wish will be one☆
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 8:35 am
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorIt was nice being around his friends, talking, and reminiscing. When Juliana mentioned the incident with her pet a long time ago, Luis Esteban blushed "Hey, that was really scary. I've never seen a wild gato before in my life."{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 9:21 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ As Romero attempted to withdraw his hand before Juliana could notice it and react, he found it squeezed between two sections of soft, supple flesh. The realization that those two pieces of flesh were Brazil’s inner thighs made it impossible for the Venezuelan to suppress a full-faced blush. This heated countenance remained for several seconds after Juliana’s merciful release of his hand, and Romero was only too glad for the tray of water the waiter brought them shortly after. Making every attempt he could to avoid her gaze, he chugged down an entire glass in minutes and as a result missed almost all of Juliana’s and Luis’ recollections of certain first meetings.
Catching Argentina’s explanation for some fright, Venezuela guessed correctly that they had been talking about Renata. As a northern South American whose dominion included the island of Margarita—where he had ridden horses when no wars threatened his mainland—he had not been frightened of Juliana’s ocelot the first time she had visited him. That said, Romero’s early interactions with his Portuguese vecina did not come without their awkward memories… The nation’s smile became sheepish and his blush deeper as he remembered how, when Brazil had first come over seeking his oil in their colonial days, he had attempted to distract her with his shiny new military uniform (which he had received immediately before by one of his generals), jiropo, and an impromptu coleo. Fortunately, a few Jirónes had been nearby that day to save him from his potentially fatal error.
Displaying that same impeccable timing he had before, the waiter again approached the three nations’ table, this time bearing all of their meals on a single enormous tray. The man’s intervention saved Romero from the potential necessity of repeating such an embarrassing incident aloud, even though both Luis and Juliana already knew of it. The Venezuelan studied the assembled dishes with an approving gaze. “Todo me parece sabroso!” he remarked, picking up his spoon as soon as the waiter departed, hoping to deflect any inquiries as to his expression.
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Out of Caracas: [[vecina = fem neighbor / Todo... = Everything looks tasty]] || Jiropo is VE's traditional waltz, while coleo is VE's additional variation of bullfighting--bullthrowing. In coleo, mounted bullfighters attempt to "throw" a bull by yanking its tail and pulling it to the ground.
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