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(icons are linked to songs either from or about North Carolina. Not all of them are necessarily my favorites.)




North Carolina's booth was very decorated with items all from her Old North State and a table cloth that acted as a giant map. On the right side was filled with coastal things, like mini figures of her lighthouses including the largest in America, the Cape Hatteras, and figurines of her battleship from WWII and the Wright Brother Plane with a small sign next to it saying 'first in flight.' Pepsi was set up around here to be close to it's found New Bern. The Piedmont area had only a few places marked, Mount Airy, home place of Andy Griffith, and her capital Raleigh. She used what space she could to have her Krispy Kreme Doughnuts and Scuppernong Grape. Leaving her western part for the display of her famous barbecue set on a heating plate and replica of the Biltmore Estate, America's largest home, and Tweetsie Railroad in the mountains.

"Idiot... idiot... idiot" she mumbled to herself. By now she could be either referring to Florida or herself. Charlotte still had some tears by the time she walked up to her booth to find a boy there. Quickly wiped the water away from her face with her sleeve to act as if nothing happen and politely to talk to the blonde that didn't seem to know of her beverage. "It's Pepsi, a drink founded in my state. Like my brother's Coke brand that can be found in Europe it's a soft drink. Which I call soda or what some others call 'pop' or like in England 'fizzy drink'." she chuckled. It seemed silly to call it anything else but soda.

~The Techno Wizard Senior~

Indus simply watched as all of the colorful events transpired, trying so little not to get involved with the mish mash of the festivals cons and pros.He eventually went back to thinking about his plans...How to kill boredom when things went dull, and the like.

~The Mathematical Senior too!~

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Out Of Curry:

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

~The Southern Gentleman Freshman~

You could travel the world,
But nothin' comes close,
To the golden coast!
Once you party with us,
you'll be fallin' in love!


Landon's defiant expression all but vanished when Rutilio moved out of his hiding place with a silly smile and a lighthearted promise of forgiveness... If he would just admit that Disney World was better than Disneyland. The Californian simply stared for a moment as the realization that Florida had bought it sank in. Although his blush was slower to fade away than his frown, it was now accompanied with a playful grin instead.

"Am I supposed to be good at apologies? And keep dreaming!" he teased right back. "Even if your Disney is a World and not a Land, it is still just a ripoff. It will never beat mine, you dirty copycat!" The Gold State was about to bowl the Gulf over just to prove his point when Rutilio had to mention Christian again, along with him and blackmail no less. It was just as well that Landon reacted promptly with a disappointed and neglected pout instead of thinking over the matter first, because inducing the Georgian to preserve his digital character had indeed been part of the reason why Landon had apologized so promptly. As it was, the Californian only stopped with an injured, Why are you thinking about him more than me? face while he mulled over those words.

Why did Rutilio have to bring up his boyfriend again? And automatically assume that the Westerner wanted just to blackmail them both? On the movie issue, Landon's heart was settled, but he wasn't yet very willing to accept the thought that Rutilio's attention would be diverted from their innocent antics and to playing house with Christian.

"Ha! Why would I need to blackmail that measly newscaster into doing anything for me?" Landon finally responded, squaring his shoulders and puffing out his chest in a mock expression of hauteur. "I taught him how to do all that filming, and he still sucks!" Never mind that New York had taught California even before that, and that Christian was not at all measly.

"You know what? We're all clear... After you down more beers than I do!" the Westerner teased, darting back to his booth for a few large containers of the drinks.

"F-Francis! Don't say stuff like that."
Matt blushed as red as his flag, and playfully pawed at him, not really trying to hurt him. If Spain and Cuba didn't know what was said they could probably guess by the Canadian's reaction.
"O-oh, Bonjour, Cherelle."
He took a moment to smile at her throw his blush.




(OOC: I was gona say more but I don't feel like looking up the French translation. I have a hard enough time with finding Galic translations. YES im lazy. Maybe I'll type in italics to indicate different language... the lazy American way out. With an underline. )

Juan Machado
The Headstrong Junior

The Cuban raised an eyebrow as he watched the two of them speak to each other in French. He wished he could understand them. Maybe he should ask the Spaniard what they were saying. he and Francis hang around often, so might have to understand something.

{Translations:}
(Out of Havana: )

Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba