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Feliciano Vargas
Anime Club Vice President
Culinary Club Secretary
Member of the Host Club
The Useless Junior

((May lose power cause Of BLizzard, I rushed this out just in case.))

Feliciano Vargas
Anime Club Vice President
Culinary Club Secretary
Member of the Host Club
The Useless Junior

Entering the cafe after the male, Diana sat down at a table near the cafe window, pleasantly susprised and bemused by his formal behavior. It also helped her deal a little better with the awkwardness in the air; Diana was solitary by nature, having lived on her little island in the english water's for many a years alone save for the trickle of tourism that her land attracted and her beloved wildlife. Diana raised a brow at the brown haired and eyed boy's sudden question, before sitting silently for a few moment's, mulling over what to say in her head.

"It's nice mostly I guess- I get peace and quiet save for the summer, which is lovely, and it's always great to have some tourists come around." Diana smiled, fondly remembering the small flock of people that came around during that time of year. At the mention of the world wars she winced, not sure how to respond. Diana had been lucky that she was just an island at those times, and had managed to dodge the worst of it, but even so, the memories of war boats coming to shore, and how hard it had been for her brothers sent a shiver running across her spine.

Deciding not to say anything regarding the wars, she nodded at the mention of nations wandering, a cheerful smile upon her face; "It can be a pain, but it's nice to see so many cultures in one place, you know~?" Despite having been bullied by bigger nations in the past, Diana happily embraced foreign cultures with open arms, and it was reflected in who she was. Like England she was mostly the average english lady, but the french and spanish had certainly taught her how to embrace tourism, and of course, flirting. Well only here and there of course.

Diana listened to Tenesse politely, easily understanding what he meant. In her early day's it was more often than not that certain nations decided to run around trying to dominate everyone, although of course that was nothing compared to the wars that came afterwards. At times it had truly seemed that that was all the Countries around her were interested in; going to war and taking what they could. The little island was enormously thankful for once that she was just a micronation at those times, although of course as she got older, she found herself, feeling...forgotten. A little nod from the blonde signalled that she understood how the other felt.

"I see." Was all Lundy said upon the mention of being 'dragged back into Europe's issue's'. She understood that feeling all too well, having been passed back and forth between numerous country's temporary reigns over her land. It was a long time ago, but Diana certainly never wanted to be in the situation again. Looking at the state she raised a bushy (although no-where near as big as England's) brow at 'daddy issues', although she brushed it off. She could never really view England as a 'daddy' although he was probably the closest thing she had to one, simply due to the mistrust and fear his piratical antics had imbedded in her when she was quite young. Diana chose to view the countries next to her as older brother like figure's, or simply neighbours, despite being in 'english waters'. What? did the fact that she so happened to share the same sea with Iggy mean that they were automatically related? Not if Diana had anything to say about it, in fact she wasn't really sure if she had any true family. As far as she was aware she had always been on her little island quite alone for some time, and that only changed due to curious explorers and blasted pirates.

Attention being caught by rosy blush on Andrew's face she held back a small giggle, finding his apparent shyness rather sweet; "Don't worry, we don't bite~ So tea or coffee?" She teased as a small barely audible rustling sound came from her cardigan pocket, the two's conversation having awoken a sleepy Puck, whose head now poked out of her pocket, looking a little annoyed at having been woken up. Sleepily he eyed the boy; it wasn't Conne or any of Diana's friends, it was a total stranger, which he didn't like, not one bit, that much was clear from his now glare directed at the poor state.

The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

"Coffee," Andrew responded automatically to Lundy's question as his eyes darted away bashfully at her giggle. What did he say that was funny? He really wasn't good at this sort of thing. Somehow he managed to get along with practically everyone he met, but he was always acutely aware of how sheltered and ignorant he was of many things compared to some of his more worldly siblings. He always felt most self conscious of that when talking to someone new. With his family, Tennessee had heard all the jokes and was comfortable enough around most of the other states to brush off their comments or give it right back if the mood struck him. With strangers he didn't have the advantage of familiarity on his side.

The state was distracted from his concerns when he noticed something moving in Lundy's pocket. He blinked and stared at it with his dull, orange-brown eyes until some sort of rat popped its head out. Andrew was startled when it started glaring at him and frowned back at it in confusion.

"Somethin' tells me your rat there don't like me much," he commented.

When the door opened to the Cafe he barely glanced at the new customer. Paused. Then turned himself in his chair so he could get a good look at his big brother. His expression went blank at the punk look Georgia had going. For a moment he internally began to panic thinking the "British Invasion" had started again. The music was great, but... some of the other parts of that trend were... Ahem, anyway, given the fact that they had been discussing his concerns about England retaking the colonies then seeing one of said colonies show up in a punk outfit he felt a few red flags raise in the back of his mind. B-But he was being silly! There was a good reason for this!

"Um... Hey, George," Andrew said as his big brother sat down next to him. He noticed the devil costume parts in Georgia's hands and had never been more relieved to see what he assumed was cosplay. Tennessee would have sighed in relief if it weren't for the oddity of Georgia being so excited. This time of year it was usually him who was practically bouncing off the walls considering fall and harvest season was when he had most of his festivals. Not to mention football was happening! Football! Fall was that odd time of year when Andrew was the one who dragged the groggy Georgian around to play. What on earth had his big brother gotten into?

"... I guess you had a weird night, too?" he asked diplomatically. "You look like you're feelin' pretty good. Not cold or nothin'?"

Grade 9
The Volunteer

The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

"He's kinda weird lookin'..." Andrew muttered as he eyed the creature which he only knew to describe as a rat. He wondered why she dressed it up like that. Maybe she thought it was cute to put costumes on animals--many people did and he supposed some animals liked it, too. Violet and Iris always seemed to want to get dressed up. For some reason his horse and pig also believed he needed to play dress up with them... Last night was kind of embarrassing, actually. "Never seen a rat like that before in my life."

He pulled out his phone instinctively when he realized he got a text. Belatedly he paused to excuse himself since some people considered it rude to check a phone while they were eating together. Andrew then flipped open his (quite outdated) phone and paused when he saw it was from Hawaii. The Tennessean swore softly under his breath when he realized he couldn't remember if he walked her home the other night. Though he wanted to give her the space and respect she needed, he still wasn't quite over the Thunderbird incident. Knowing that thing was still out there certainly didn't ease his paranoia over her getting hurt again, either.

Grade 9
The Volunteer