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The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

Tennessee's cheeks flushed as he heard Charlotte's vow to stay with him and protect her little brother. Where did that come from? He was a grown man and didn't need any protection as far as he was concerned. The younger state just gave her a bewildered look as if he had no idea where she would get an idea like that from despite the plethora of examples of him getting banged up or nearly attacked in the last two days. That didn't mean he was danger prone and in need of her supervision... right? "I'm a fighter, too," he mumbled.

Andrew blinked when Zeke brought up the point that their judgement might be impaired. What did he mean by that? Tennessee wasn't acting oddly just because Leilani was missing. He was just the same as he'd always been and acting perfectly cool headed and rationa--

Oh, no, Leah didn't.

Though he was perfectly fine with Massachusetts insulting him he was not ok with her talking so nonchalantly about their current mission. "Sorry that our baby sister's kidnappin' ain't more fun for you, Leah. If playin' and gettin' ********' wasted is more important to you then just go!" he half snarled at her despite the fact she was his elder, a girl and he was swearing up a storm in front of Charlotte of all states. "I don't care if you're jokin' or not; it ain't funny an' I'm not in the mood to put up with that kinda s**t."

Grade 9
The Volunteer

"The Great State of Arkansas, the most Natural"

Can an angel shed its wings?

"Ten! Calm down." Arkansas placed a hand on his shoulder. Her blue eyes were open in shock. The last two minutes had been a shocker for Olivia. She wanted to move her petite feet in their black sneakers back to her dorm and bury herself in pillows. But, she couldn't do that, not when her sister was at risk. "Save that anger for when we have to destroy the b*stard that took Leilani, ok? Don't expend it all here and then be left with nothing during the fight." As she turned her slender body, she thought better of it and whispered something in his ear. "If she doesn't care about Hawaii, then frankly, she isn't worth your anger."

Olivia turned away to face Eduard. "I'm a healer. Then, Arkansas noticed the runes still on the ground. That would be a problem if they couldn't use it where ever they were going. The healing blast radius was about 15 yards. "Light, transfigure us..." The runes coiled up in a spiral of flashing runes to condense in a ball of shifting lights in front of Arkansas' chest. There, now she could take it with her, and it would shift back into runes at the counter spell.

Healing Spell Bar:
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
[Almost Full]

Will the angel ever fly?

~Slovakia~
Zlata Augustine Litchinsk 11th Grade
"Zhose who 'ave magickal abilities should be in first group- it seems zhat magick in itzelf ist a strong link," Zlata stepped forward next to Iceland, eyes glancing at the portal, going on to suggest, almost as as afterthought; "zhough perhaps zhose who specialize in healing zhould be in zhe zupport team rather zhan on zhe front line."

The slovakia now had a hand hovering over her skirt, should she need to get a gun from her garter. She then turned to look at Emil, briefly scanning the stranger, an smile creeping onto her face when he said he was a fighter. Shaking herself she wiped the smile from her face. She needed to focus.

After hearing Eduard saying he had to know what kind of fighter everyone was, Luz Maria raised her hand "I can work as a front-line fighter, or fight from a distance by throwing spears. I can also use offensive magic and supporting magic. My brother, Antonio, is a frontline fighter, and Francis is support."

Spanish >> English

{Out Of Mexico City:}

Estonian >> English

{Out Of Tallinn:}

The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

Tennessee felt Olivia's hand on his shoulder and a part of him knew she was right, but his anxiety coupled with his anger was only growing the longer they idly stood by waiting while Hawaii suffered and America grew weaker. The stressed state was just about ready to take out the next person who gave him an excuse.

"No, I ain't gonna let her get away with sayin' whatever she wants this time! There's a limit to how much of a b***h you can be even if you are crazy," Andrew hissed back at his neighbor when Arkansas whispered to him. At that moment the polite, southern gentleman who was normally so tolerant of those around him didn't care if he was cursing in front of a bunch of ladies nor did it even matter to him he was cursing about a lady and his elder sister at that. Tennessee only cared about the fact that Leilani was not safe at home and America was hurting. Beyond that nothing mattered to him with his stress levels having long since passed the danger zone. What did finally cause him to shrink back was when he heard Alfred's voice scolding them.

Tennessee looked over at America as he pushed away from the tree and his cheeks flushed with both shame and guilt. How many times had he upset his nation now? The boy's eyes instantly fell to the ground. Alfred was probably already hurting enough without them causing trouble. "... Sorry..." he muttered again as he felt his eyes stinging slightly from frustration. "She... She's hurt, ain't she?" he asked, not wanting to point out verbally America was hurting, too, but it was obviously one of the things that had sent him closer to the brink of a big outburst.

Andrew's eyes narrowed and he glanced over at Massachusetts when she laughed at him, but he only silently clenched his fists. At least she said she was worried, but that laughter and thinking he was fun to mess with didn't exactly make him feel better. He was just about ready to show everyone how "fun" the Volunteer State could be when he'd been pushed too far.

Grade 9
The Volunteer

Now that they're somewhat ready to go, there was still that one question that bugged her "Who do the feathers go to? Do you think something bad will happen if we give them to the wrong person? Hmm.... I say Arthur, Antonio and Francis try holding the feathers first."

Spanish >> English

{Out Of Mexico City:}

~Slovakia~
Zlata Augustine Litchinsk 11th Grade
The slovakian blinked at Mathias, unable but to giggle a little at his childish behavior before she steeled herself again. Seems no one had noticed heer suggestion. Right now she felt like Matthew, she thought with a sympathetic glance to the nation. She perked up at the mention of a certain frenchsman though, Francis Bonnefoy, the man she fondly recalled sipping wine with on her occasional visit to paris.

Ah wine...