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"I like you just the way you are."
Matt smiled a bit.
"How could anyone tell their sibbling they look fat? I would never say that to Alfred. I mean it's not very polite, let alone to family."

Juan Machado
The Headstrong Junior

Juan shrugged "Maybe they're just worried about my health. But I feel fine." he grabbed a plate of pancakes and ate some.

{Translations:}
(Out of Havana: )

Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba

I said where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from

There aren't too many rules when you come here.
Mind your P's an' Q's.
Be polite to all ya meet.
Take pride in where you're from.
Tea is always sweet.
And it's Coca-Cola, not Pepsi!

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 pouted and folded his arms. “I sure don’t feel like I have a concussion," he said stubbornly. "And I never started anything out of line—here at least,” he added in an undertone. “I was just enjoying myself with some beer until some chick with a vendetta smashed a perfectly good bottle of wine on my head. I’d be perfectly fine if she gets served,” he decided. “But you’d have to be careful if you want to get at her—she likes collaring other nations. I think Alabama got it, but I don’t know if anyone else did.”

The Californian was surprised to learn that Feliciano and Andrew already knew each other. As the state with the longest Pacific coast, he hadn’t expected a landlocked state to make friends with a foreigner so quickly. “Cool! You two already know each other!’ he exclaimed. “And I guess that makes two of us! I’m North too! I have no idea where Ryan went, though,” Landon mused aloud. “Maybe he’s too busy with his girls to come along. Hey, do you want to try some of my clam chowder, sourdough bread, flatbread pizza, or spring rolls?” he asked, gesturing at each food as he named it. “There’s a microwave near the TV if you don’t like cold stuff.”

"And that's what matters."
Matt smiled.

"Arthur."
Alfred said in a hushed tone. They were already allys so if anyone was paying attention England's comment might have struck them as odd. Al wasn't too concerned about his two male states even if he found their sudden love ODD to say the least. He would have to have a talk with them later. The kind of talk a father would have with his sons. Even if he was a little naive about relationships himself he had watched plenty of TV and movies, with dads talking to sons and to their daughter's dates.
But his island state's proxsimaty to him was more then a little uncomfortable. She was family after all, and your not supost to look at family the way she was practically daring him too.
"Thanks for the lei... I mean flowers..."
His mind was soooo in the gutter right now and he pushed Arthur back behind the booths' counters and ducked down proceeding to hide most of his face behind it and his flag tablecloth. Then he pretended to look for something in the box under there, leaving Arthur to do whatever.

The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

Andrew eyed California suspiciously when he offered to give Cherelle a personal tour of his own islands. Should he be jealous about that? Despite all of Landon's golden boy charms, the Tennessean didn't feel particularly threatened, but that didn't mean he appreciated the gesture of... whatever it was. He wasn't sure what to make of it although he didn't do much more than raise a brow at his adopted brother. Tennessee didn't argue with California over the thick comment either, but anyone who knew him well could tell he was amused. Instead he turned his attention back to the Italian man who had wondered over to them. He really did seem concerned and Andrew had to admit maybe it would be a good idea to drop by the nurse's office later if one of the "doctor states" didn't jump in.

"Wait... Collar?" Tennessee also gawked when Italy squeaked at the mention of a woman running around trying to dominate men. Some of the hairs on the back of his neck stood anxiously on end knowing all too well that a collar might rub up against Chattanooga and... he just didn't think he could handle that. Having anything aside from a shirt or something to that effect touching his Chattanooga might have dire consequences for him. He just couldn't stand someone messing with it! The boy began to blush preemptively even though no one had tried to do anything to him... yet. This Patricia woman was sounding more and more like a problem and she already got to Alabama!? He would need to go check on his neighbor about that to make sure she wasn't hurting him and potentially burn down some villages in retaliation providing he could find her on a map.

Andrew's revenge plotting came to an abrupt halt when Italy brought up the time they had all been gender swapped. Secretly he had hoped that was some kind of weird dream or mass hallucination brought on by a gas leak. Something that made sense. He blushed furiously and glanced away hoping no one would point out the fact the Volunteer State had also been temporarily turned into a girl and wound up basically flashing the rest of the Host Club with his boxers.

"Y-Yeah... that's how we met," he muttered as he continued to avert his eyes from the other two males.

Grade 9
The Volunteer