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The State of Tennessee
Andrew S. Hickory

Andrew blushed faintly at her sisterly kiss, but only hugged the older state a bit closer to him. "I know I broke my promise but... I ain't gonna 'pologize to him," he said stubbornly. "I meant what I said. I ain't givin' you or George or anyone back to him. I'll burn down his whole island myself 'fore I let that happen."

Tennessee was glaring off to the side and his body was tense as he recalled the colonies' struggle for independence. It was during that chaotic time that Charlotte had first taken him into her house as a little brother and he would defend her house with every ounce of strength he had. For her and the others the Revolution had been a fight to break away from their "father" but for him it had been a fight for acceptance and unity with a real family. England had been the barrier between him and his siblings when he was a baby and Andrew couldn't stand the thought of that barrier going up again. He didn't want to be alone ever again.

Grade 9
The Volunteer

The State of Tennessee
Andrew S. Hickory

Andrew's glare softened into a faint frown that was more reminiscent of a pout when he felt his sister's hands petting his hair. It was a little embarrassing, but he felt soothed and comforted much like when he was a little boy. He finally looked back at her with his normal calm, somewhat absentminded expression as she spoke to him. He knew she was right that he couldn't take on England alone and now that he was calmer he blushed a bit realizing what a bad situation it was he'd nearly gotten himself into.

"Him?" Tennessee asked and wrinkled his nose with disbelief when Charlotte described a much different Arthur than he was used to. The younger state started to argue how impossible that was, but hesitated when he recalled the tears in England's eyes. Maybe, just maybe, there was a slight possibility the island nation wasn't quite as heartless as Andrew always assumed... It was possible at least.

The moment Andrew saw his sister's serious face she had his full undivided attention since usually what followed that expression was either very important or a clue he would need to start looking for cover. The boy blinked at her warning. "Ok, I will," he said although he was perplexed by why he needed to keep away from Scotland. He'd never met the nation, of course, but his largest ancestral group were Irish-Scots and they always seemed ok to him.

Tennessee made a face like he'd eaten something sour when Charlotte compared him to England. "No way! I'm nothin' like that lobsterback at all," he denied and refused to acknowledge any similarities. "He's stubborn, bad mouthed and always gettin' into fights with people," Andrew said with a snort of irritation, not realizing that description wasn't too far off from himself in several ways even if their personalities were totally different.

Grade 9
The Volunteer

The State of Tennessee
Andrew S. Hickory

"George ain't all that bad," Tennessee said in his brother's defense as he failed to recognize what she really meant. Yes, Georgia was more likely to get into arguments than the more quiet state, but when it came to all out fights Andrew was the one who would probably either throw the first or last punch at someone. He made a point of not answering her when she talked about his bad habit of calling England either "lobsterback" or "red coat" although he couldn't quite look her in the eyes. Which was as good as a confession from him.

Now that he was calmer, Tennessee had the decency to be ashamed and blushed heavily as he glanced over at France. He toed the ground as he finally let go of his sister and rubbed the back of his head. "Um... I'm awful sorry for losin' my temper like that," he muttered. "I shouldn't of started arguin' in someone else's home... I've been real disrespectful to you, Mr. France. I hope you can forgive me for actin' badly. I didn't mean to cause so much trouble for you and Cherelle."

Grade 9
The Volunteer

The State of Tennessee
Andrew S. Hickory

Tennessee blushed at being called young. It probably would sound odd to a human for someone well over 200 years to be considered a child, but he knew next to a nation like France he was little more than an infant.

"T-Thank you, sir," he said as he glanced down at the cat rubbing up against his legs. The state hadn't noticed it in the dorm earlier at all. "I appreciate you bein' so understandin' 'bout all that," Andrew muttered and felt a little awkward considering the nature of his next question. "Um... Earlier you said somethin' 'bout us bein' potential friends... Is that ok even if you're not gettin' along well with America? I've never made friends with a nation before so I'm not familiar with any rules involved... Well, except bein' friends with Cherelle, of course."

Andrew wasn't really sure he was making sense and struggled for a moment to further explain himself. "I don't wanna cause you and America to fight any worse just 'cause I made a mistake," he said uncertainly. "I thought allies meant you were friends so I'm a little confused how this all works. He doesn't talk to me any 'bout these sorta things."

Grade 9
The Volunteer

The State of Tennessee
Andrew S. Hickory

"I s'pose that's true... We do fight every now and then and I guess I'm not that close with everyone, but we're all part of the Union so we take care of each other," Tennessee mused. It made sense the more he thought about it in terms of how he got along with his siblings. Heck, during the decades just after the end of the Civil War many of them had outright hated one another. Yet they still joined forces to fight the subsequent wars which crept up even with all their rivalries and hurt feelings between the regions. When France mentioned Russia Tennessee wrinkled his nose. The thought of working closely with Ivan bothered him especially after the earlier run in with Belarus. He wasn't convinced she hadn't secretly been sent by her brother to attack him.

"Well, then, I'm glad I can call you a friend. Er... potential friend?" Andrew wasn't sure, but he had a bashful smile at the fact that it was even an option. It seemed he might be a little better at foreign relations than he thought. Maybe America would start trying to get along better with France if Tennessee became his friend or something.

Grade 9
The Volunteer

The State of Tennessee
Andrew S. Hickory

"Oh, right... I nearly forgot," Tennessee admitted as he blushed and gave his sister a sheepish look. "Sorry, a lot has happened since we talked 'bout it." Although he really didn't think Leilani would want to see him, but Christian and Charlotte would be sore if he bailed out.

"It was nice talkin' to you, Mr. France," Andrew said with a polite nod. "Sorry again for all the trouble and thanks for everythin'. I figure I'll see you 'round." He decided to let Charlotte lead the way since she was the brains of the whole operation.

Grade 9
The Volunteer

The brit took a route that allowed them to avoid the giant sky bird and safely to her dorm. His poor jacket was soaked but this was the sacrifice of a gentleman so it didn't really bother him. He had expected her to ask lots of questions and somewhat relieved that she didn't. Arthur didn't want her getting into this mess although a good amount of the school knew of it, others probably only knew bits and pieces. "I apologize for our lunch to be cut so short." He blushed and rubbed the back of his head as he didn't know what else to say. It wasn't like he had been on a date before, if you even counted this as a date.

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