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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☆

"Jack? Fine I'll just sing and if you know it you can join in."
She took a moment to think of a song.
" There's a uniform that's hangin' in what's known as farther's room..."

Arthur grimace the second 'tomahawks' were mentioned, he knew well who the person could possible be. That boy could truly be stubborn but given the little bit of time he had spent with the Volunteer state recently he wasn't quite as bad as he used to be. But if he is upset with George- er Christian then it must of been something pretty bad or important. "Charlotte?" he questioned. She was pretty strong growing up and very tomboyish until England and Virginia came in to teach her and her sister proper mannerisms and such. Well this most certainly is a fine predicament for Georgia to be caught up in.

California... of course... The British nation withheld a long and some what irritated sigh. In just a few days, the boy had created more drama than this Englishman could stand.

He agreed with how different things have become over time, but the more as the state said 'back in my day.' the older the once world powered empire felt. "I can hear you Alfred." he grumbled at the American trying to whisper. His expression so change when Christian called himself an idiot. "Don't worry about it. All is forgiven." he said wryly. Arthur's quickly winded up grumbling again as Alfred continued to tease about his age. "Sure, whatever you say." he said sarcastically.

England couldn't resist a small laugh. "Yes you are very well mixed with different cultures, but certainly not the entire rolled into one." There were also things that only America could do too. "I know you all say that I can't cook, but I just do it on purpose! A simple diet is a gentleman's prudence and if problems arise, just use some spices. Roast Beef and Meat pie are quite delicious, so are fish and chips and afternoon tea. With milk of course. Also my interests are embroidery, craftsmanship, literature, and rock music."

I have rules in my territories:
*Follow my orders
*Call me -sama
*Don't complain about my food

Southern Sass To The King's English
Out of fried foods~:I'm game.

~The Southern Gentleman Freshman~

Romero nodded eagerly when Chesa reviewed the process to making adobong manok and promised to give him a recipe later. "Excelente!" he said. "I'll look forward to it!"

He watched, slightly disturbed, as the Filipina picked out another duck egg and, peeling the shell completely away to reveal the entire embryo, sprinkled salt on it before popping it in her mouth without so much as a gag. In fact, she finished off the balut with a rather satisfied expression and gazed inquiringly at Venezuela and his egg.

Romero's gaze flickered briefly between Chesa and the grayish baby duck he held in his hand. He still did not entirely want to eat something with a face, but it aspirated to taste better than it looked. After a few moments of indecision, Romero decided to just dig in and try it. This was a cultural festival, after all; as weird as it was, balut was a very unique food to bring. It wasn't as if Chesa was going to invade his country and make him way it more than once.

"Bueni... It can't be too bad if you like it, I guess," the South American said, still a bit dubious. Imitating Chesa, he peeked away the rest of the shell, grimaced momentarily at the sight of the whole bird, and dusted it over with salt--and pepper for good measure--before likewise biting it in half and swallowing it. The duck embryo slid down his throat rather easier than he would have expected, leaving a rather unusual eggy taste in its wake. It tasted much like what an egg would, if it had more meat to it.

"Es un plato intresante," Romero concluded. "Tastes rather like a normal egg, really; but I don't think it ita something that would fly well at my place." Picking up a rice cake to replace the taste with something sweeter, he glanced over at the others. "Dio you two want to try it, Emil, Feliciano?"