Welcome to Gaia! ::

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☆

Franny laughed a bit, "You Couldn't get a Girlfriend if you tried." She teased. Franny didn't mind him attempting to hit her, she had gotten over the whole bat thing. She wanted to bring up his relationship with Brazil, but she stayed quite. She still wanted Luis to go out with Brazil and didn’t think Romero deserved her. '






{OOC: She died around 1400's She committed suicide cause her lover fell for someone left her for her sister. that’s why there a scarf type thing on her design..just not in the Miku picture I'm using for her right now. But its on my dArt }

"Besos are kisses. And you just haven't seen me try. Back in the 1800s, I had all the Caracas girls following me across the country," Romero bragged, remembering how doggedly Las Gitanas had chased him. He'd had to climb up and down a moderately large mountain just to polish his sword in peace.

The Venezuelan nodded acknowledgment to Johnny and began to reshuffle the deck. Another card randomly shot out of the stack and slid rapidly across the table. With lightning-fast reflexes, Romero pinned it by the rear edge just before it slipped off the table. Replacing it somewhere in the deck, Romero returned it to Alabama. "I don't think your deck likes me very much," he said with a laugh. "Care to deal?

"By the way, don't you dare peek. I'm raising you to fifty that you don't get four of a kind," he added lightly, continuing their poker joke. "No wilds this time?"

(I have to ask: is Franny the jump-to-conclusions sort, or does she not understand [drunken] flirting because it wasn't done in the 1400s?)

~Freshman and still taller than many seniors~

Johnny laughed at his little brother's reminiscence."Only until we got to the house and locked you out for it boyo."He laughed teasingly.He so did miss his little brothers."How is Georgia these days?"He asked.

"Why, It's only you two's first date, my cards need to get to know you first."Bama teased with a giggle."Romero, since they are useless, pairs of twos are wild."He lead on as he shuffled."And they only equal one card.Sound good?"He asked with a contemplative look

"Oh.And I see your fifty and raise you seventy five."He said with a wicked smirk.

Southern Sass To The King's English
Out of fried foods~:

"They aren't still chasing me because they're dead," Romero said flatly. "Something you obviously haven't figured out how to be yet. How old are you anyway, Franny? Besides, they were only humans, after all. And I do believe I still have someone following me. Remember Juliana?" He had thought they were flirting, but it was always possible that Brazil didn't think so, though her being a tourist nation made that option unlikely. "Besides, relationships are overrated. Only the tourist nations do that, and look where they are now: in debt," he added sourly. "I'd prefer to keep my profit margins for myself, mind you." The theme parks and other attractions he had were fairly popular with tourists, but the majority of his money came from exporting his vast natural gas reserved, and he preferred to use his surplus income to make his country stronger. With America slipping into the red so close to him, Romero was going to do everything he could to keep from following him. For a moment though, Romero seriously considered dating again. He had kept his physique up and built up his country well, and he knew he was friends with Vietnam and Eastern Europe; perhaps he could try them? Nah; their cultures were far too different. It would be better if he could get someone closer to home.

Romero laughed at Alabama's explanation and raise. "De veras? Cards have preferences?" he asked. "Ninety, and I deal." He took the deck from the state, shuffled it a fourth time, and doled out one card to each participant in a clockwise motion until everyone had five cards.

(De veras = Really? || I'm on too limited a data plan to confirm that claim. || Not enough girl nations for everyone to have one. || Oh noes! It's almost 100! || The night's almost over. D: )

Luis Esteban Salazar-Carriedo
The Timid Junior

Unaware morning had arrived, Luis Esteban was still fast asleep on the couch. He normally sleeps early at night, but with guests, he wasn't able to sleep.

{Translations:}
(Out of Buenos Aires: )



Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina

"You'd think there are a lot of female Latino countries, but I've only seen Juliana... I think she, Luis, and I are the only South Americans here," Romero mused.

When Andrew announced that he was going to leave for bed, the Venezuelan was startled. Was it really almost morning already? To his dismay, it was indeed approaching dawn. He could kick himself; he had forgotten to sleep again. "Mierda, already?" he asked rhetorically. "Así es. Good night, Andrew. Thanks for coming."