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Andrew looked over in the direction of the voice and saw... a man wearing a rose. Only a rose. Tennessee's face blanked as the color drained from his cheeks. For a few brief seconds he could only stare at more French scenery than he had ever wanted to see in his life. Like a rubber band stretched far too thin he snapped and physically recoiled from what he was seeing. The state pulled Seychelles behind him to defend her from this rogue pervert who had apparently invaded her dorm.

"What the Hell, you sick son of a b***h!?" he snarled, nearly flailing as he struggled to keep his glare focused on the naked man's face. Andrew felt like his eyes were being burned if they strayed anywhere further south from Francis' chin. "What are you thinkin'!? Don't you got any shame showin' yourself like that in front of a girl! s**t! In front of anybody for that matter! If you get any closer I swear I'll kick your hairy a** into next Tuesday!" He continued to rant in a series distressed of growls and near death threats obviously thinking France was some random pervert who had snuck into Cherelle's room to harass her.

"...I swear to God if I had my rifle I'd shoot that rose straight through!" he finished and was a little out of breath from all the cursing and threatening he'd done. He was so upset that the only thing keeping him from trying to beat France silly was the fact he didn't want to get any closer to the obscenity in front of him.

Andrew's face flushed a deep red, but it wasn't because he had been insulted. He was fairly used to people making fun of him for not being so bright and he had been disrespectful to France in his own home. Tennessee was more embarrassed that he had been so rude to Cherelle's big brother when the entire purpose of him coming over was to apologize.

"I-I can understand it just fine, sir," the state said as he finally relaxed his fighting stance. It took all of his will power not to toe the ground nervously. "I'm sorry for callin' you names... I thought you were... well... I thought you were a pervert after Cherelle," he said honestly if not a bit bluntly. "I don't know much 'bout foreign cultures. America doesn't talk much 'bout his nation friends and their habits. D... Do all French people wear roses like that?" His voice became a little small at the final question and his gaze flickered to Seychelles briefly. If she had come out dressed in nothing but roses he really might die. The state wasn't sure he could handle something like that.

Tennessee was quiet as France spoke and listened as best his listening skills and attention span would allow, but this man talked a lot and keeping up with him was difficult.

Andrew frowned when Francis said he and America weren't getting along because of someone named Mattie. Oh, Canada? That sounded familiar but why was it America's business if this Canada person was friends with France or not? He didn't get it. The state started to open his mouth to ask about it since he had thought America and France were allies, which he thought naturally made them friends, but the nation didn't pause to let him get a word in so he fell silent. Interrupting was rude after all.

France not thinking he mattered didn't bother him and he only shrugged faintly in response. He was just a little state in the center of America's south eastern region so it wasn't like it damaged his pride for a nation to over look him. Being recognized or even considered important by a world power was more of a cause for alarm or suspicion in his book.

Tennessee's eyes were starting to glaze over a bit while he struggled to remain focused on France's series of rants and explanations. It was so hard to pay attention when all these subjects and bits of information were blending together into one long lecture... and then France finally answered his question about the rose.

Andrew stared for a few moments before lamely raising his hand like a student in a class room wanting permission to speak. "S-So... you and America ain't gettin' along well 'cause he's bein' nosey 'bout Canada havin' friends and the lobsterback breaks into your house when he's drunk so you wear roses to sleep in case he visits...?" he tried to summarize France's speech.

He was quiet for a few moments as he tried to evaluate France's methods for dealing with England.

"Wouldn't it be easier to shoot him?" he suggested as if that was the most obvious and rational solution. "I shot him when he tried to come to my house and that worked pretty well... He ain't tried to come back since."

Andrew blinked and was surprised when France started laughing, but waited patiently for him to finish with a slightly bewildered expression.

He had a good sense of humor? Well, Tennessee did like funny things, but who was joking? Europeans were so hard to understand.

"I'm Tennessee," the state said. "It's nice to meet'cha, Mr. France. I don't think we've ever met, but Louisiana told me some 'bout you. I was told you're a good cook." And some other things that made him anxious about the thought of leaving his little sisters alone with France, but he didn't seem like too bad of a guy even though he didn't seem to like Americans very much. That was a shame.