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He nodded.
"But I didn't feel like telling him yet, even if he alredy assumes so."
Matt sighed content in the others arms.

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's gaze followed Andrew's when he received no answer as to Rutilio's whereabouts, and he found them just in time to see Christian stand and punch the older state and storm off. What amazed him even more was that Florida still trailed after his boyfriend even after being physically abused. Was he still drunk?

The Californian watched as the two headed over to England before sighing heavily. "I told them something was coming..." he muttered. Although he wasn't as angry at the two anymore, it still ticked him off to see his old mentor both ignore his former student and hang around in such a seemingly abusive relationship. He just hadn't predicted that their relationship would get violent so quickly. Since he did have to inform Christian that he had already apologized successfully to Rutilio, maybe he would confront them about it.. if he ever figured out the words.

Right now, though, Landon didn't feel like figuring anything out but where he had stuck his first aid kit. Murmuring something incomprehensible about stuffing it behind the TV, he hopped off the bed and stumbled to it. His alcohol-drained legs quickly gave out underneath him, and the Westerner flopped off the table more than walked off.

"Oi," he complained. Trying hard to shove aside the incoming headache, Landon concentrated on summoning a healing bubble or something similar to at least close the gash on his head. So what if magic wasn't allowed on campus? Surely the admins wouldn't begrudge him this time.

The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

Andrew swore in surprise when California's legs gave out and instinctively moved to try helping lessen the fall even if he couldn't quite catch the elder state. He frowned and wasn't sure just what Landon was up to, but it didn't look particularly helpful as he struggled to use his magic.

"Stay still and don't move 'round," Tennessee grumbled. "If you needed somethin' you shoulda just asked." He left Landon just long enough to grab some ice from where some of the drinks had been stored and pulled his own shirt off to wrap the frozen cubes in. It was a little embarrassing to do that, but they didn't have much to work with on hand. Andrew returned and pressed the makeshift ice pack against the wound. "It'll help with swellin' so hold it there."

Tennessee didn't need to be a doctor or healer to know at least that much.

Grade 9
The Volunteer

Juan Machado
The Headstrong Junior

"That's all right. it's better than everyone finding out about this. France looks like the type to blab out secrets."

{Translations:}
(Out of Havana: )

Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba

"A little bit, mostly England and maybe Spain. And if he tell's Arthur, Alfred will be soon to knw. Even f he kinda alredy does."
He chuckled a bit.
"All thoes people here and no one had any pancakes. Want some more?"

Arthur was in the middle of aiding Christian when all of a sudden was bumped into by no other than Landon. It wasn't too difficult to catch the sent of alcohol from his breath or to figure just how drunk he was as he flung his hand in front of his face like so many American tourists would do to his guards back at home. It made him irritated, as much as he wished to join the drinking game. "I'm busy!" he said and turned away to pretend he wasn't seeing all the drunks over at the other booths, and to pay attention to the Georgian's condition.

The Englishman nodded in understanding and took the coat. He was all too familiar with pride as if it was one of his long known friends. Before he could cast a single chant, the boy was once again distracted by Rutilio. Arthur left out a hefty sigh. Christian was already planning murdering the boy, not that nation could blame him knowing their history. How many more times could the Brit retell his warning of starting fights before he snapped himself.

Without paying them any mind, mostly because he didn't want to get involved unless it got ugly, not that he had any knowing the truth as he went over to his box of items and found a piece of cloth, asking Alfred to run it with water and bring it back. He turned to the Hawaiian, doing his best to only look up to her eyes but failing so much he angled himself to view her and the wall behind her. "Having any troubles thus far?" he asked nervously, not knowing what else to really say. After some awkward moments the state returned with another attached around his waste. Doing his best not to roll his eyes, the elder blonde nation closed his eyes as he channeled the magic energy around him to mend the boy's gash. Only a soft and low glow formed around the hand and in seconds it was healed. "There now, all you need is to clean it up." Once America returned with the cloth he could go quickly to the men's room to save the coat.

Those emerald eyes took another glance at the pair. He couldn't read the atmosphere around them but knowing that they were together... "Did something happen?" he questioned with a quirked brow.

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

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




The poor girl could only blush some more as he pushed aside some hair. It was like watching a runway model come to life. This was differently something that seemed to be so surreal to be true yet here is this gorgeous blonde hottie in front of her. 6,000 years? Wow... this poor state couldn't imagine being around that long. Her wine has be cultivated for about 400 some odd years now and that was even before she was thought of. She hadn't realized how young she was in comparison, since she only knew of her fellow siblings within America and England was just an ancient dinosaur. Although Charlotte was feeling a bit small, there was still hints of great interest shown in her smile. "I still would like to try your wine sometime." she admitted.

"Really? Thank you!" Practically squealed that he didn't turn her down at the chance getting to know his culture more. Scribbling down a couple notes in a notepad she thought to keep in her pocket, something crossed her mind about his largest city and his 10th largest with a population of 2 mil- GOOD GRACIOUS THAT'S HUGE! Gaped open big enough for flies to enter was the Tarheel's jaw and her otaku mind went straight for something only a fangirl would dare. No one else was aware of this guilty secrete or of others she kept. There was a reason why she allowed a couple of Stephen King movies to be filled at her place... and is number 4 and 5 on the top ten smuttiest cities in America. "Fascinating!" Continuing scribbling to toss aside the thought and regain her control so she wouldn't be all flustered over her guest, which proved to be quite difficult with his velvet voice that she just wished to melt away and become one with such an amazing accent.

Biting her pen for a second, rereading her notes, she wasn't able to think of questions and felt like she should tell a bit more about herself. However her mind was currently blank. Charlotte's heart raced realizing she couldn't think of what more to say. Come on think! "W-would you like some barbeque? I made it myself." Putting the notepad back in her pocket and frantically with a nervous hand, placed enough on the small plate for a taste, forgetting the plastic fork right next to her. "It's pork." she offered.