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

~The Southern Gentleman Freshman~

Oi Oi Vati give me a beer
Oi Oi Mutti, Oi Oi Mutti
I can't forget the flavor
of that wurst I had before

Ludwig

"One night, I couldn't sleep well and opened my eyes...
to find some strange guy staring at me."
"The hell are you doing, Italy!"

The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

When the notepad was held up, a tomahawk came out of seemingly nowhere to knock the innocent reporter utensil out of Georgia's grip and nail it against a nearby booth. The blade of the tomahawk was thankfully only sticking through the corner of it and left it primarily intact except for where the stab wound would be. There were very few states who had that sort of aim.

"Hand slipped," Andrew lied grumpily without even trying to be convincing. He only went back to picking irritably at his guitar strings while he simmered over what he thought the blonde had done wrong.

Iris gave Georgia an apologetic look before lightly bunting Andrew's shoulder with a disapproving snort. Even if he was angry the mothering mare couldn't let rudeness go without some gentle reprimand.

Violet, meanwhile, had taken to sniffing at Johnny and trying to determine if he had anything to eat. He certainly smelled delicious and the piglet felt like it was only right she scope him out for treats.

Grade 9
The Volunteer

Seychelles looked confused for a moment. She didn't know much Spanish, but she could guess that he was saying he couldn't hear her, even though she had most certainly said it loud enough for him to hear, or So she thought. But before she could repeat herself, he turned his music down and introduced himself, kissing her hand as he did So. Her smile returned and she introduced herself. "I'm Cherelle Petit, Seychelles." She laughed at his suggestion to vacation in California. "Maybe," she said "But only if you vacation in Seychelles"

When he offered the clam chowder, she was glad to try it. She loved trying new foods, and anything that had clam in it's name surely must be good she thought. So she grabbed a bowl and took a bite. "It's delicious!" She told him before taking another bite.
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Before leaving to try Landon's clam chowder, Kartlos grabbed his plate of Khinkali So that Landon and the dark skinned girl who was chatting with him could try the meat filled dumplings. He walked over to join them. After grabbing some chowder he offered the khinkali to Landon and Cherelle "Would either of you like to try my food? It's best while it's still hot."

The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

Tennessee was on his feet in a flash. He might not have had the same height as Georgia did, but his posturing and glaring was far from the sweet, friendly and loving little brother they were all used to. He was staring at Christian nearly the same way he might a hostile insurgent just before punching them in the throat... or worse.

"Your papers are probably full of just as much s**t as you are!" he snarled like an angry black bear. "Newspapers are supposed to tell the truth and don't you dare bring Charlotte into this, you b*****d! I don't wanna hear her name commin' outta your dirty mouth!"

Naturally Christian had no idea just what sort of links Tennessee saw between his crimes and North Carolina at the moment, but it had most definitely hit a sensitive spot just hearing her name being spoken.

Grade 9
The Volunteer

Ireland relizing she had been caught staring blushed and looked away till Germany's question, and she turned back looking puzzled a moment.
**Huh? He thought I was staring at his booth? Well it was something that begins with 'B'.**
She couldn't help it as her eyes glanced down then back up quickly.
"U-uh no..."
She tryed to smile threw her embarrassment.
"It's very YOU."
She would have given a silly thumbs up but the box in her hands was starting to get heavy and bother her hands. She flinched a bit and began to continue to her booth. Letting her smile drop. Hiding emotions was hard.

Romero finished with his warmup round and wandered under the roof of his kiosk to turn off the radio and retrieve his blunted saber. He emerged just in time to see Juliana arrive with about a half-dozen men to help her set up.

Actually, it could be more accurately said that they were doing all the setup while she herself was simply prancing around in her impossibly flamboyant samba costume. And Juliana looked excellent in it, although Romero would never understand her love of such attire. He could never imagine himself prancing about in his underwear, not even to bhatt the river near his house for a shower...

Marshalling his thoughts to not focus on how deliciously sexy his neighbor looked in her gold, rhinestone-gilded bodice and feathers, the Venezuelan approached Brazil. "Hola, Juliana!" he greeted, unable to completely block off his reactions. Díos, if he was reacting like this, would collapse, for sure... Shaking off the thought, he continued. "You look good today! Was this why you couldn't follow us to the store?"

Luis still hadn't shown up, so Romero found no harm in a quick dance with Juliana. "Un baile, señorita, para despertarnos?" he asked slyly.

Feliciano walked in a bit sleepily. After the culinary club meeting was over, the Italian had found his way to Germany's bed and fell asleep. Though it wasn't until morning that he realize his German friend wasn't there and had spent some time preparing his meal for the festival.