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Anton Zhelev
The Friendly Senior

Anton looked at the clock on his cell phone, teh festival was going to end soon "I guess I should wait for Anica at the dorm. Would you like to join me?" he asked his new friend.

~The Techno Wizard Senior~

India smiled as he once again took the untouched curry in his hands and held his rug under one arm."Sure, lead the way." He said with a smile.

~The Mathematical Senior too!~

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Out Of Curry:

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




"Oh well..." she felt a little bashful now admitting it. "I wouldn't say fan of Bram Stroker. I mean I am a fan of supernatural stuff and I've had a few Stephen Kings movies filmed at my place... but that's besides the point. Transylvania County is named after the colonial Transylvania Company and is derived from it's Latin origin. 'Trans' being "across" and 'silva' is "woods"."

Again she laughed nervously. "Well not the largest building, just the largest home. The Biltmore Estate is also complete with wineries and it's own garden." Her eyes widen with interest. "Really, the largest in the world? Gee, I only have the world's largest rocking chair, dresser, and frying pan."

Charlotte waited patiently as he had a message. She reflect his expression in return sensing that it was getting close to their departure. "You're perfectly fine. I suppose I should pack up." The state hadn't quite expected for him to offer to help, normally she did it herself or her brothers volunteered. Well since this guy asked, she wasn't stupid to turn it down. "Ah well I suppose you could grab the figurines and table cloth and put them in the box while I put up the food and drinks in the cooler and grab my clogging shoes..." Her shoes that she didn't even find a chance to wear. North Carolina let out a heavy sigh. If only her family were so screw up today, it would be great. But the girl shook it off and turned to Ancia with a smile. "I'm rooming with Ukraine and Belarus by the way."

He just started at the german before finally buying it. It wasn't as if he liked being known as a bad cook to the rest of the world. He could cook, it just hardly even turn out according to plan.

Arthur frown as the lad said it needed sugar. If he had done that the it would of ruined the lovely flavor! It's a no wonder these Americans were having trouble with weight these days. "You're welcome." he sighed. At least he was drinking it. "And I'm sorry." he mumbled in a low voice feeling a bit guilty for being the cause.

Andrew's next words perked up the sulking brit. Only one of the scones were bad. Yes, that means he wasn't a terrible cook after all! England was filled with so much hope inside that he could of hugged the dear boy. Those dreams were soon torn away by then none other than Alfred. Arthur grumbled at his boyfriend while patted.

He looked around while America asked about taking him back to his dorm. Everyone was packing and it was about time that they should too. Then he glanced and found his friend Ancia and Charlotte. "Think North Carolina is about to leave and it's about time we do too. I'll go ahead and pack up our things and meet you at the dorm Alfred."

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

The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

"I said I'm fine," Tennessee said stubbornly when England apologized and glanced away as he sipped on the tea. He was more than a little embarrassed to have Great Britain of all nations hovering over him when he was unwell. The boy noticed the man's reaction to his comment on the scone being bad and internally flinched at the near sparkly look in his eyes. Andrew glanced up at Germany almost as if silently warning him that if the Brit came after him for hugs he was going to punch someone and couldn't be held accountable for what he did reflexively.

Luckily before things could take a turn for the worst, America stepped in with his usual lighthearted teasing to diffuse any potential hug threats. Andrew didn't quite get the joke and started to question America until he happened to glance in the direction of his nation's stall and saw some Jack Daniels sitting out beside a burger and he blushed happily. He couldn't believe that Alfred would think so highly of Tennessee whiskey that he'd pick it to be part of his display. The boy temporarily forgot about the lingering discomfort from his food poisoning and shyly ducked his head with a faint smile. Though this cultural event had honestly been a bit terrible and emotionally draining for him, he at least felt a little better seeing that America treasured his contributions to the national culture so much.

"Um... w-well, I don't wanna cause any trouble for you or nothin'," he said. "I should prob'ly help sis clean up the place." Tennessee tried to stand up again with greater success than the first time, but he still felt weak and nauseous. Luckily there was nothing left in his stomach to throw up, but he was probably going to spend most of the night feeling sick from the poisoning.

Grade 9
The Volunteer