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{Out Of Tallinn:}

Juliana laughed half-heartedly at his comment, realizing that this kind of music and her style of dancing was definitely not what he was used to and therefore, she had to take the lead for once. Although a woman, and it was a woman's place to allow the man to lead in the samba, the Brazilian was never shy to let her dominant side out. Any of the other South American nations would easily be able to vouge that she would on more than one occassion fight with them for dominance if she were in a state drunken enough to warrant it.

"Alright, we can fix that~!" She exclaimed happily as she looked down at their feet, so she could assess his footwork more closely and determine the course of action the dancing would take. As the music shifted to a little more upbeat than the last selection, Juliana's grin widened as she started her footwork and gave Kartlos a look that said to follow what she was doing. As she pressed forward, he would have to move backwards and avoid the five-inch stilettos she was wearing so she would drive one straight through his foot. She had done that on more than one occassion!

[ Out.Of.Rio: ]

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

~The Southern Gentleman Freshman~

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The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

Andrew's blush deepened when Seychelles mentioned they were dating and he couldn't help a tiny smile. It felt odd to hear it said out loud, but not in a bad way. It was simply something new and exciting he would need to get used to. Now that they had her big brother's approval it was official after all.

"It's not exactly a secret," Tennessee admitted when California turned to him although he did appreciate his brother's discretion. "I just ain't gotten 'round to tellin' everybody yet. I'd rather announce it myself when we next get together..." Although he realistically knew the rumor mills of his family would probably spread the word long before he got the chance. Usually half the nation knew the other half's dirty little secrets withing 24 hours of some scandalous event. How exactly that happened was anyone's guess.

The Tennessean listened to Landon's story and frowned as he explained how he'd gotten hit over the head by some woman for calling her Jennifer Aniston. Ok, so California wasn't always the easiest to get along with and had a habit of sticking his foot in his mouth, but that was no reason to attack him. While Andrew had been willing (at least at first) to overlook when Georgia punched their brother it was a whole different matter when someone outside of the Union attacked a member of the American family. Whoever this Patricia was, nasty beach goer or not, it didn't sit right with him to let even a woman think she could go around abusing his siblings without consequences. "She'd better make this right is all I'll say," he grunted irritably. "I'll let it go this time if you want me to, but even women can't get away with whatever they want."

He started to try wringing out his shirt again when he heard Landon proposing to Seychelles a honeymoon get away. Andrew's eyes widened and his face turned a darker shade again and this time he did rip his shirt a little in shock. "C-California!" he objected miserably as his voice shot up a slightly higher octave than usual. Tennessee was used to being called a hillbilly, redneck or teased in any number of ways about that sort of thing, but this was a whole new level of teasing he hadn't quite been prepared for. "W-We ain't doin' nothin' like that! ... I mean... not that I wouldn't want to... but I don't! N-Not yet, anyway... U-Um..."

Tennessee just looked at Seychelles knowing he was only digging himself deeper into the whole the more he talked. There was no way out of this, was there?

Then suddenly God proved that he loved him.

Andrew jumped when Italy cheerfully joined the fray and became a very welcome distraction that must have been heaven sent. The Tennessean sighed softly in relief before turning his attention to Italy and blinked. Now, he knew this guy! He was a pretty famous European nation, wasn't he? More importantly, Tennessee recalled that they had seen each other on the roof that day for the Host Club. Funny. A friendly guy like this didn't look like someone who needed to practice manners and how to be a good host... Looks certainly could be deceiving.

"Don't worry too much 'bout him," Andrew said even though he had been the one who came over to keep an eye on the Californian's recovery. "His head is thicker than it looks."

Grade 9
The Volunteer

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!


“Oh, I don’t mind at all if you get her back, Tenny,” California said breezily, flipping an errant tuft of hair out of his eyes. It had probably fallen when he slipped off the table. “Problem is, you’d have to be sure to find her before she finds you… Patty has a nasty habit of collaring any dude who walks within ten feet of her. I barely avoided the thing myself. I think Johnny had something funny on his neck when we were drinking, so it’s possible she’s already made her case against the USA."

Landon's smile widened in amusement when Andrew stammered out something to downplay his relationship with Cherelle that really only made him seem even more in love. This was something real--unlike many celebrity marriages--nd this was something hot! But he had to stop thinking about it soon, lest he renege on his promise and turn out a parallel movie based on an islander’s fateful visit to the American countryside… Too late.

The Westerner reached out for one of the islander's pigtails when it came near and toyed with it in idle affectation. "You got him good, Cherelle," he teased. "Don't you let him go! And do stop by sometime to visit my Catalina Islands; they're very pretty and popular with the tourists. If Drew won't come, I'll give you an exclusive tour myself," he added with a mischievous smirk.

The Californian was momentarily distracted by the arrival of a bubbly and curly-haired boy who he supposed was a European. The newcomer exclaimed over his head injury--which Landon really didn't think looked so bad anymore but could not confirm without a mirror--and quickly began tearing up his white flags to make a sort of strap to hold the ice pack with. Since Landon didn't himself think the injury was serious, he didn't much see the point of this, but he took the piecemeal strap anyway to be polite.

"Thanks, dude!" he said, working the strap about as he tried to figure out exactly how to use it and how to address this unnamed and previously unmet stranger. The Westerner knew not how to address the European, because he looked short and young enough to refer to informally but was most definitely older than him, especially as a native of Europe. Not to mention, Europeans were generally stricter on social etiquette than most Americans. Quite frankly, he didn't know why he cared about it so much right now either.

Finally, California wrestled the pack into something flat enough to be secured with the piecemeal strap, and hopped back up to grab a San Francisco Giants baseball cap off of his TV counter to keep both items there. "With this, I'll be recovered in no time!" he said brightly, crushing the hat down as far as it would go.

Landon was about to agree wholeheartedly with Andrew's comments to the stranger until he heard the word 'dense', and he pouted disdainfully. "I'm not dense!" he complained, taking the comment more harshly than was possibly necessary, since the statement was probably made more in reference to the lack of damage on his skull than to his often blonde citizens. Just because he, like his millions of citizens, was stereotypical blondes did not mean he was dense! "I'm California! Landon Blackwell Jones, at your service... or in your debt, as it may be," he admitted. "Who are you?”

Luis Esteban Salazar-Carriedo
The Timid Junior

"B-Battle plans?!" Luis Esteban thought his older brother was overthinking things and stops him a bit "Tiempo. Tiempo. I don't think we should do that. if it were an enemy, it would've attacked by now since there's so many people. Also, we don't know what it is. It could be harmless." On the corner of his eye, he noticed Juliana speaking with the nation of Georgia and hearing them talk about dancing "Q-Que? ... But, what about the tango...?" It saddened him a bit. But why? It's not like she made a promise, but... He was looking forward to dancing the tango with her... "Um.... If I remember correctly, it looked like it headed in that direction." he pointed at a certain direction "If it's shy, it might be going somewhere far from society." Right now, he felt like leaving this place, hoping this pain would go away. No! This isn't to run away, this is to find out the mystery of... the weird shiny spectre... thingy. "By the way, what's in that direction?"

{Translations: time out}
(Out of Buenos Aires: )



Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina

﹙ There’s no place I’d rather be ﹚
x﹙ Then on my surfboard out at sea ﹚
xx﹙ Lingering in the ocean blue ﹚
xxx﹙And If I had one wish come true ﹚