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The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

Andrew looked up at his brother as if he was out of his cotton picking mind. Over protective? Him? Since when? Ok, maybe there were a few times when he had taken his tomahawks along with him for personal conversations with his sisters' suitors and they never came back afterwards, but those guys were bad news! He had only been doing what any half decent brother would do. There was nothing odd about preserving their innocence and purity.

The mention of Latvia and Hawaii together caused his expression to tense angrily again. That little European had a lot to answer for in his mind for kissing his sister without permission. It was one thing when the kid confessed to him liking his sister, but then to openly admit he'd already practically had his way with her before discussing it with one of her brothers was outright disrespectful. Andrew's views on dating might have been a bit outdated, but he stood by them with a rifle in his hand. It was common sense and he didn't see it as over protective at all.

... Still, he blushed deeply when Alabama asked him about if he went off and got engaged without anyone's permission. H-He would never do something like that. Keeping a secret like that would be a terrible thing to spring on the family. The thought of Alabama or one of the others getting mad at him for doing something like that was a little unnerving, though...

"He still shouldn't of lied 'bout it," Andrew grumbled stubbornly. Some of the hardness in his voice has softened but he was still obviously angry and hurt. "I don't care what his reasons are... It still all comes down to the same thing. He lied to me."

Which, oddly enough, hadn't been the worst part of his outburst earlier. Now that he was starting to calm down a little, Tennessee was starting to wonder if it was even the lying part he was really mad at Georgia about. Somehow these feelings seemed a little too strong and painful for them to all be about a simple and relatively innocent lie. Tennessee quietly glanced in California's direction, feeling increasingly confused and agitated. Maybe Landon would better understand his feelings and be able to offer some more advice. All of this was a little too complicated for Andrew to wrap his mind around.

Grade 9
The Volunteer

"Ah, that's right. I forgot you are one of Francis's provinces. Kinda like Alfred's states, but I doubt they'd all want to stay in that dumbass's booth." She began to put the cooked meat into every tortilla before sprinkling lettuce, cilantro and onions into it "This festival will be a good opportunity to see my brothers and cousins. it's been a while since I saw a few of them." She handed Shujinko a taco "Try one. You're also free to use any of the sauces. If you don't like it spicy, I suggest you use the guacamole. The green sauce."

Spanish >> English

{Out Of Mexico City: wanna know something interesting? Shujinko mean protagonist. it's a common name given to video game characters when they don't have names xD}

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


Landon grinned when Kartlos opted out of dancing and instead stumbled through the unfamiliar lyrics. "You, my friend, are a terrible singer!" he joked, knowing that the Georgian was in reality quite the opposite. To anyone unaccustomed to the ridiculously squeaky buzz of the BeeGees, they were a difficult band to keep up with. Not even California had tried.

He watched as Cherelle bid him farewell and ran back to her booth. Her visit had lasted far too briefly, and he wanted the islander to stay longer. Landon got along fairly well with Pacific Islanders, and he was sure that Seychelles could share with him a similar rapport.

Without warning, a spicy Latin tune belted its way above California's BeeGees. Landon looked about in irritation, wondering who had dared to down out an American. His eyes found their way to Brazil's magnificent kiosk. She and another Spanish man were dancing on her stage. He thought the man looked like his dodgeball partner. He danced too? Awed, Landon watched the two for the entire routine.

When the music stopped, Landon was the first to clap. "Bravo!" he cried. "Bravo!" But it seemed like they were ignoring him.

California turned back to Georgia. "You are so lucky to have her as a roommate," he commented. A fire lit his eyes as he hit upon an idea. "I'm going to dance with her," he said decisively.

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

~The Southern Gentleman Freshman~

Juliana's hand tingled as it was slowly retracted from his grasp, soft pants emitting from her plump lips as their dance came to a close. In the beginning, the Brazilian went as hard as she could, matching his intense and confident nature of dancing with her flirtacious yet skilled dancing. She spun around as often as she could, revealing herself from each angle. Romero hadn't come to one of her Carnival's in a long while, so it had definitely been awhile since he had seen her amazingly, revealing costume. But at the moment he began to lead her into a promenade and whispered in her ear, her breath caught in her throat. She didn't really know what to think, especially since she wasn't sure if he was speaking directly about her or about the intimate dance the two were sharing. But it seemed like her quanderies were answered when he exclaimed that he should have done this at Florida's party a few nights ago, before Romero leaned in an planted a kiss on her exposed ear. The corners of her lips curled as her smile widened even more as she continued to dance with her handsome neighbor.

As she stepped away, Juliana nodded towards Romero as she ran a hand through her long locks, untangling any that had bunched together while the two were dancing. "Adeus, minha querida, eu ver você em um pouco~!" She exclaimed with a wave as she watched him walk out of her booth, but not before stopping to pick up one of her country's flags. She saw this and continued to smile before she turned around and sauntered over to the aisle of food that she had laid out before her. She surveyed everything carefully, making sure that it was at the highest quality, since she was going to be judged by a variety of different taste palets. As she adjusted a few things, she then grabbed a bottle of tequila and poured a few shots into a large glass before she began to mix it with a few fruits and juices to create a fresh zesty cocktail.

[ Out.Of.Rio: It's fine, it was amazing to read~ ^U^

Adeus, minha querida, eu ver você em um pouco >> Goodbye, my dear, I shall see you in a bit
]

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!"

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


Landon mentally replayed every dance he had seen in his head, including the one he had just seen, wondering how best to approach Juliana for a dance. While he did, a blonde blurred right by him and disappeared quickly behind an abandoned booth. Perplexed, the Californian followed the path he thought the blur had taken and found Christian crouched behind the booth, fighting back tears.

Well. Andrew had really done it. He really had made Georgia cry.

On one hand, he was quite pleased to see that the ‘enemy’ was getting served. Such was the pain of losing any brother for an extended period of time. But another part of him, the more sensitive part that rarely came out while directing, was honestly moved by the Southerner’s tears. That part of Landon that hated seeing anyone depressed wanted to go comfort Christian, even though he knew he would be lucky to get just a punch for his efforts. Anger did funny things to the mind, after all… That he thought without dwelling on the irony that that emotion had also fueled his own revenge campaign against the Southerner.

While a part of California did honestly want to help, it was easily squelched for two reasons. First, Georgia would most definitely put him in a worse state than he had done just yesterday when Landon had first encroached upon his feelings. And second, this was only one part of the revenge that he had foretold just hours ago. The latter reason shut down any doubts Landon had for good, and actually made him feel sadistically better about it all.

Although he did wonder what had happened to Florida. Surely Georgia’s lover would be around to comfort him? That, too, was just another reason for California to keep his distance.

Lacking anything better to do, Landon’s gaze drifted over to Juliana and her flamboyant booth, but it mostly focused on her. The Californian had no idea how he was going to top Romero’s performance just minutes ago, but he was banking on his inherent charm to win her over. Loosening his tie and unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt in what he thought was a rakish manner, Landon sauntered over to the Brazilian. “Is it too soon to ask for another dance?” he asked, producing a corsage orchid from behind his back, which he had picked just a moment ago. She wouldn’t miss one flower from her vibrant display, right?