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The brit was just about to text America when suddenly jolted from the door open and someone practically hugged attacked him then not even given a second to recover was dragged inside.

It took him a moment to gather who and what was going on. The one who appeared to be excited to have him there was none other than Leah. Which threw him for a loop, since it had been way too long since the last time he was hugged by her.

Looking around he noticed that not all of the states where there. He was thrown for another loop when he saw the same girl that was caught by the giant bird that they fought just a minute ago. The Englishman knew she was in bad shape since he too heard the sound of her bones crack but he didn't realize it was this bad.

Before he could say anything, the little runt just had to point to him as if he was his fault to fix. Being picked up and slammed against a wall did take him by surprised and cringed as some air got knocked out of him. Normally he would start getting defensive like he would with France but this kid was seriously out of whack. But what caused him to remain from saying anything was the look in the state's eyes. For some strange reason he could picture Alfred doing the same... exact... thing... What would the brit do if the America the hero became desperate like this too?...

Once he was released he walked over to the girl on the couch. She was getting weaker, that much was obvious. The blood flow was probably from a punctured lung or organ from the broken rib. That's right. This girl here is Hawaii. he recalled. Remembering how upset America got when she was injured back at the world war.

Arthur took in a breath and held his wand over her, channeling his magic power, a small green circle flowed around the two as he chanted the spell. The glow went from her chest and flowed along the rest of her body, mending the damage out from the hands of death. It didn't heal her to 100% but now she was able to feel less pain and the parts of her that were dying off are now revived. She was safe. The glow faded once the spell was finished.

England dropped to his knees. The spell had taken a bit out of him since he had already used some not that long ago in the battle. He probably had enough magic left for one more, after that he wouldn't be able to use it again for several hours or until his power returned. But if he should ever over exert himself... well lets just hope that doesn't happen. Arthur looked back to Leah and Andrew "I've done all that I've could." he huffed in tiredness. "She isn't in danger of death and the internal damage has been healed, but the rest she has to heal on her own." The brit got up, not wanting to look weak by staying on the floor.

His clothes were still soaking wet, well mainly his jacket. He took it off. "I'll go hang this in the bathroom, to let it dry until I leave."

I have rules in my territories:
*Follow my orders
*Call me -sama
*Don't complain about my food

The State of Tennessee
❂Andrew S. Hickory❂

Tennessee could only watch Arthur work silently. He didn't understand what any of this meant. Magic was completely foreign to him but even he recognized that the island nation was on a completely different tier of power when compared to the states' skills. Perhaps under different circumstances he would have thought more on the subject and appreciated it greater, but at the moment all that mattered to him was that he could see Hawaii's body slowly regaining its natural color. Andrew sucked in a deep breath when he saw the spell end and Arthur slump to the ground in exhaustion. Had it worked? The volunteer state was almost frightened to find out as he lingered in the background like a lost child.

Then Leilani moved. She spoke. Tennessee couldn't focus on what she was saying and he didn't pay too much attention to what she was doing, either. He had always been very sensitive despite his neutral appearance and attitude to most things, but he had never been a terribly emotional person. The sudden loss then recovery of his baby sister had stressed his capacity far too much for him to process things clearly beyond the simple fact she was alive.

When Hawaii's blue eyes fell on him and she spoke his name, Andrew said nothing in return. His body felt like a machine that had rusted over from his own salty tears. It took a moment before he slowly began to step forward then another hesitant step and suddenly he was rushing to the petite girl and enfolding Leilani in his arms. Tennessee buried his face into her hair and said nothing though his body was shaking like a leaf. He inhaled deeply and held it for a moment before releasing an unsteady sigh as he squeezed out the last few teardrops from his eyes.

"Leilani..." he finally said softly almost as if she wasn't officially there until he could say her name. Andrew wouldn't let go of her but his eyes drifted up to where England was standing and talking about his coat. The boy hesitated and blushed before looking away and nodding quietly. He wasn't sure what to say to the man he had resented most of his life...and had just saved his baby sister.

Grade 9
The Volunteer

I said where I come from
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

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!

The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

Tennessee gave a small start when Christian began to talk. He hadn't noticed his brother enter the room at all. Once he was aware others were in the room the shy state pulled back from Hawaii and straightened himself. Thankfully everyone's attention was rightly placed on her so he could wipe away any lingering evidence of tears. Crying was not something he ever did unless under the most extreme circumstances and if he had it his way no one would even know he could cry. With his pride better secured Andrew focused back in on what his brother was saying. The more Christian spoke the higher Tennessee's temper flared.

"A Native American is trying to kill us?" he growled. Andrew had never quite gotten over the personal wars he had with the tribes that lived within his borders as a child nor did he forgive them for allying with England during the American Revolution and War of 1812. To hear one of their native nations was trying to kill them off with some ancient monster rekindled some of that old bitterness. If he wasn't so tired he might of gotten angrier, but the past hour or so had been a horrible emotional roller coaster for the normally stoic young man. Instead of letting his anger boil he sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"You know... I don't even care right now," he mumbled before looking at Leilani. "Stay here," he told her. It wasn't a demand but it wasn't a request either. "Don't go nowhere tonight. I don't trust that voodoo to hold you together well enough to be alone. You can sleep on my bed." Tennessee hadn't actually slept in a bed at all since he arrived due to various circumstances. What was one more night on the couch? He looked over at Massachusetts when she began to get onto them for not changing clothes, but Andrew wasn't too worried about it. The Southern states were naturally very warm although it was probably better safe than sorry. Not to mention crossing Leah was never fun and he just wasn't in the mood to put up any resistance even if he wanted to.

Tennessee briefly threw his hands up in surrender to the Bay State then went to go change into something a little drier. He was so exhausted that he really didn't care what he put on so long as it was comfortable and he was decent. Which really wasn't that much different from his usual routine. His fashion skills had never been that great and usually if he was dressed nicely it was because someone else had forced him into it. Andrew went back into the living room and curled up in a chair since the couch was currently occupied. He tried to listen to the others talk but his eyelids were drooping and he could feel himself drifting off with his head nested in his arms.

Grade 9
The Volunteer

I said where I come from
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

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!

The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

Tennessee hadn't been up too long. It was really his brother rummaging around getting dressed that woke him from his sleep. The Volunteer State only sat up long enough to watch his sibling head out to class over the side of the couch before laying back down. He debated for a moment about going to class himself, but someone probably needed to stay behind with Hawaii. Her injury hadn't been anything to laugh at and he wasn't confident she would be ok on her own. After he had his scare thinking she was "dying" Andrew wasn't ready to take any chances. It still made his stomach hurt a little just thinking about the other night.

Eventually he rose from the couch to make some breakfast. It wasn't nearly as extravagant as what Georgia might have made and probably not quite as good, but he decided some biscuits and gravy, sausage, grits, eggs, toast and hash browns would probably be a nice way to start the morning. Maybe getting a solid, old fashioned meal down her would help Hawaii recover faster, too.

Andrew looked up from the breakfast he had made when he heard Leilani calling for him. The state dropped everything he was doing and rushed back to the bedroom. In his hurry he almost skidded past the door and had to scramble back a few steps as he burst in. "What's wrong? What is it?" he demanded. She hadn't sounded like she was in trouble, but Tennessee remembered how she had been trying to cover her pain just before she started drowning in her own blood the other night. He didn't quite trust her to be honest about her health after that stunt.

Grade 9
The Volunteer

The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

Andrew's expression blanked at her request almost as if he was having a hard time processing it. "To the bathroom?" he repeated dumbly and hesitated a moment before nodding as he went over and very carefully eased the petite state into his arms. He held her bridal style as if she was extremely breakable to him and took her to the bathroom. Once they reached it he felt his cheeks flush as he looked around. "Um... C-Can you use the tub ok?" he asked awkwardly assuming she had a bath in mind.

Grade 9
The Volunteer

The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

Tennessee did not like the sound of her cough and had to restrain himself from tightening his grip on her. It reminded him too much of what had happened the night before and instantly had the older state on high alert. The last thing he ever wanted to feel was that helplessness and this time there would be no Arthur and not even a Leah to help him if things turned for the worst.

"Are you sure? Can't you just take a bird bath or somethin'?" he asked unhappily and was reluctant to put her down as if just letting her feet touch the ground was an invitation for disaster.

The state eyed the bathtub almost as if it was a monster who wanted to consume his baby sister. He was very much against all the dangers it presented to someone in such a terrible condition. She could slip and fall which would probably reshatter her rib if not cause some new concussion or other broken bone. There was also the horrible risk of her drowning. What if Leilani started coughing up blood again and couldn't call for help? Taking a bath meant she would be out of his sights and Andrew wasn't crazy enough to hover by the door and try listening in for trouble. That would be a little creepy to listen in on his sister taking a bath even if he had the best intentions. The more he thought about it, the worse and worse a bath sounded...

Grade 9
The Volunteer