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The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

"I ain't shrunk none," Andrew grumbled when the younger state pointed out that he was taller now. The Tennessean had to wonder if there was something weird in that lake water Georgia and Alabama fought over considering both of them were so tall. Maybe there was some kind of odd chemical in it? "You're the one who can't stop growin'... How tall are you now? You almost the same height as George yet?"

He froze up when Alabama hugged him and gave the Heart of Dixie a warning glance. Tennessee was a friendly guy and generally easy to get along with but that didn't mean he was cuddly by any means. The Volunteer State had never been fond of giving nor receiving affection outside of a few exceptions and the times he'd punched, tossed and, in some cases, even pulled a weapon on other states for getting too snugly proved it. Interestingly, though he gave Johnny the stink eye he didn't make a move nor even flinch when Cherelle hugged him and probably the only reason he hadn't retaliated was for fear she'd get caught up in the crossfire.

"... Nice to see you again, too," Tennessee finally said once he'd managed to choke down his usual impulses to hit back after snuggles.

Grade 9
The Volunteer

~Freshman and still taller than many seniors~

Alabama let go of his brother."Sorry Andrew.I know ya don't like hugs that much, but I couldn't help it over how long it's been."He said with a smile."Anyway, I'm taller than Georgia was when we last met, but I bet he's still an inch or so taller."Johnny said as he gave alittle distance between him and the volunteer state.

The heart of Dixie noticed the newcomer in the converse.He was taller than him and appeared to be Venezuelan ,he was guessing at least."Nice to meet ya.All of ya, that is." The heart of Dixie said with a smile as he rubbed the back of his head with one hand and shaked the man's hand with the other.He only expected to learn a name or two in here, not five or six.

He finally noticed the girl who wrapped her arms around his brother."Hello miss."Johnny said in a calm, southern tone.

(That's me in the middle, screaming at you.)
Molossia storms in, kicking the door open angrily without any consent to others who may be in the room. He looks around the room, eying an open corner. With his duffel bag thrown casually over his shoulder, he announces, irritated, "This corner is mine." -then points the to corner he was previously eying- "And I won't take any crap from you ether. There will be no baby making in my facility. I get drunk every Friday, and I need my me time with America. Got that? Alright, introductions over. I think I'll take a nap." he throws himself on his bed in the corner

Romero jolted when that loudmouth barged into the room and started yelling orders at everybody. He didn’t recognize the boy at all. Who was he to show up here unannounced and order everyone around? As he watched, the boy finished his little tirade and flopped right to sleep. And he hadn’t even said his name yet!

The Venezuelan had no idea who that insolent brat was, but he was not going to take crap from a skinny kid with pretensions to being more. He marched right over and seized the boy by the back of his collar, ignoring the fact that he was supposedly trying to sleep. “Listen, culo,” he said sternly, “if you think you can just barge in here on my party and give everyone here orders without even introducing yourself, you are sorely mistaken. I don’t ever remember inviting you or America over here to my cook-off, and I certainly don’t want either of you in my dorm if you’re both going to be that way. Who are you, and what are you doing here?”

~Freshman and still taller than many seniors~

Molossia? This brat was their third roommate? Romero’s veins pulsed in his temple as he groaned loudly. He had no idea how his lot could be so bad this year. First a crybaby, then an a**? At least Luis wasn’t this boneheaded. “Romero Valentín. Señor. Venezuela. And the boy with the plates is mi hermano, Luis Esteban Salazaar-Carriedo. You better not piss us off, because we’re your roommates.” He hated to say it out loud, but the truth of the matter remained.

This was going to be a very long year.

The Venezuelan glared at Kevin before very reluctantly putting him down. Someday, he was certain, that lemoned face was going to get his fist in it. “The reason why there’s no bed here is because this is the living room and kitchen,” he told the micro-nation brusquely, jabbing a thumb in the correct direction. “If you want to sleep, I suggest you go do it elsewhere. It’s going to be noisy in here, especially since some of us brought music and cookery. If you’re hungry, go ahead and eat here, but don’t expect anyone to appreciate it if you start sniping at them.”

Franny grumbled, she then let out a sigh, "I Have to go, I'll come back later when I'm not pissed off. I'm going to end up breaking a lamp or something" she said. The ghost glared at Kevin. "Don't mess with me bro," she then gave him the finger before vanishing into thin air.