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Luis Esteban Salazar-Carriedo
The Timid Junior

When he heard someone speak to him, the tall nation turned around and saw it was his sister speak to him. He smiled and nodded "Si, hermana. I'll tell them. Oh, do you need any help setting things up?"

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(Out of Buenos Aires: )



Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina

Luis Esteban Salazar-Carriedo
The Timid Junior

Luis Esteban waved good bye to his sister as she ran off. He took out his cell phone from his pocket and send a quick text to his older brother.

"Hermano, are you going to hermana's party? it's going to be tonight at the park."

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(Out of Buenos Aires: )



Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina

Landon ignored Kartlos's statement until he succeeded in ignominously escorting the much-battered angel Rutilio to the ground. Not even after that did he give any indication that Georgia's statement had registered. The Californian squinted at his new companion when he heard the other call him "blondie", but deciding that it was just a fair and humorous rebuttal to his joke, grinned and pushed lightly at the black-haired nation with a jovial laugh. "I like you, Kartlos, ol' Four Eyes!" Landon replied. "Anyone who can give and take from the get-go is good in my book! So... you said you're Georgia, correct?" he added, peering curiously at the nation. "You sure don't look like the Georgia I know. Where exactly are you from, anyway?"

Even as he asked these questions, Landon was flitting too quickly around Kartlos for the nation to look in one direction at him.
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Out of San Francisco: I'M sorry. I'm losing so much steam here since almost no one I used to play with remains and I myself feel as if I've grown out of this guild... And I guess Armelle really is gone...? I was hoping to see Rutilio cry and rage and joke one more time... Same for Dragon, especially since Brazil summoned Venezuela for something.

"South of Russia, south of Russia..." Landon mused, slowly halting his flitting to stand in front of his companion. Cinematic experience gave him a clear mental map of where exactly Kartlos's place was, and he beamed with the realization. "I know where you're from now. And yeah; the American Georgia is my brother, Christian. Haven't seen him around in a little while, though," the Californian added, glancing all around him for effect. "I wonder where he is?"

The Georgian's suggestion made the Westerner laugh. "European Georgia...?" he asked with a wide grin. "Then I guess I'll just have to call you Euro-Georgia! But then again," he continued after seeing the black-haired boy's reaction, "Kartlos is a lot shorter anyway, so let's just stick to that. You can just call me Landon--or LBJ, if you prefer," he added with a grin. "I share initials with one of our presidents, Lyndon B Johnson. Good ol' Lyndon..." The state clapped a hand on Kartlos's back as he walked them both back to campus, but did trailed off after his last statement and did not elaborate. Seemingly snapping back to reality, Landon turned his head toward the friend he was dragging off. "So, Kartlos, how long have you been here?" he asked. "What year are you? Are you enjoying yourself? What do you like doing in your spare time? I'm a sophomore, by the way; and I film movies. Act in 'em, too. I also love photography and screenplay--you could say I love lenses." A goofy grin spread across Landon's face once more as he said this, though whether Kartlos would know exactly what he was smiling about this time was an open question.
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Out of San Francisco: I finished Landon's car pic! 8D

Before he could receive his answers from his new friend, Landon heard someone shout Kartlos's name and glanced away just in time to see a bearded bruno run up to the nation to give him a hug. Behind the man's back, the Californian smirked and quirked a silent, questioning eyebrow at his manhandled friend. The man's last statement caught his attention the most. "You knew Kartlos's mother?" Landon asked, unable to keep all of his anchorman's eagerness out of his voice. "Wow, you two must be tight! I'm Landon, by the way; Landon Blackwell Jones, of the state of California in the good ol' US of A!" He then boldly thrust his hand forth for a shake and added, "And who are you, mister?"
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Out of San Francisco: Lol, this is not who I expected to meet you in-RP with first. Hi, Sis!

"Parsa, huh? Nice to meet you." Although Landon answered the other nation cheerily enough, his smile soon faltered, and he hesitated before responding. Finally, he nodded, but also wrinkled his nose. "I suppose London is legally my cousin since England raised most of the Eastern Seaboard, but I'm from the old Spanish half of the US," he answered. "Mexico was my parent until about a couple hundred years ago, and through her, Spain. But anyway--you two must be neighbors, and you much older if you knew his mother. Are you a senior? What was your favorite memory of Kartlos, if I may?" The Westerner asked the last with a mischievous glint in his eye. His curiosity was piqued now, and he wondered how Kartlos would react to whatever memory Parsa recalled.
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Out of San Francisco: Forever curious Cali... Venezuela isn't like this at all. XD

Parsa Ariyan
Senior
Salam Iran!


Parsa nodded as smiled at Landon. "I see. Please forgive me for my mistake. Actually your hair color reminded me of him. Now that you say you've been mostly with Spain, it makes me to expect even more form you!" He said and patted Landon's shoulder. "I hope we can become good friends. That's right, I'm a senior and Kartlos's family were our neighbor before Ivan's family (Russia) separate my young siblings from me. But it's an old story. Why do a young bot like you want to know it?" He answered him and asked.
Parsa was glad that Kartlos looked the same warm boy as ever. "I'd missed you too. But it's mostly your fault for not calling at me. You know how busy I am so it's not bad if you try and come over some times." He said and his smile became more cheerful as saw the big grin on the boy's face. "Thank you for the title!" The older boy said and laughed when Kartlos called him big brother. He could see from those large eyes that were watching him nervously that Kartlos didn't want to let his new friend know Everything about him so he shortened his answer to Landon. "While ago, when Mongolia got gown from his sovereignty, I found my house changed in some ways as I didn't like so asked for a little help from Georgia to make things beautiful again!" He said and didn't tell the American boy that he was tired of Mongol faces so had asked Georgian tribes to come and live with him. Even now he has 'Gorji' as a prideful family name in his house. I goes for people whose ancestors have come from Gorjistan in that time. And here he showed how much he adored smartness and beauty!

Parsa Ariyan
Senior
Salam Iran!


"It seems so! You can be called a golden boy!" Parsa said and laughed in a friendly way. He had heard a lot about gold rush but Landon story sounded interesting yet. The older guy sighed patiently as listened to the other student bragging. "Honestly, your Gross isn't something that I really count on. When I said I had expectations I was talking about your manners. I think Spanol relatives are warm people that's why I hope we can start a friendship sooner or later. We may have many things in common after all. But I'm glad to hear you're living a prosperous life!" He was surprised that Landon was so curious about history. That guy was somehow different from his looks.
"Why are you so interested in old stories?!" He asked without doubt. "If you want to know what I mean by beautiful, you would better have a trip to Kartlos's house and see it by yourself. It's a concept that I can't explain by words because I'm not talking about arts or technology. It's something that you feel in heart!" Parsa blushed a little and decided to change the subject. "Well, you shouldn't mix Russia and Mongolia. Mongolia had his era of reigning long before Russia could be counted a considerable country." He explained and nodded to himself as recalled some memories. "About Mongolia... there was a time when his tribes were managed as one. Hmm... it's long story. The first he did was taking over some lands from China. I would never get in trouble if it wasn't because of that. I mean, who cared about what Mongolia was doing. I wasn't interested in his land, culture or even face!" He shook his head and went on. "But my boss... my king, decided to act like some hero and take those lands between me and China back. I opposed him at first. Of course I liked my borders in touch with China the way that it was and didn't like Mongolia standing between us but... starting a war isn't a joke! I value each dope of blood so I couldn't allow him to shed it recklessly." He took a deep breath before continuing. "But that king of mine had a plot to start it whether I wanted it or not. He captured business men and traders coming from Mongolia who wished to start a regular relationship with me. i guess he needed it to become a real great country instead of some occupied lands. Well, to make it brief, those men were spies as I was told. And they met their trial leading to execution for that crime. It's not hard to guess what happened next; Mongolia came to avenge them. Although it was just and excuse for him to try his strength against me making me obey him. It was really a hard time and long fight. You can't believe how much I bled and how badly my house was ruined..." Parsa was silent for a moment. "After a while I tamed Mongolia and drew my boarders again. That's why I've some drops of his blood in my veins yet." He finished the story and shrugged. "As I told you it's some old and boring story."