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The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

"Slackin'!?" Tennessee gawked indignantly at the accusation before he huffed at the offense to his honor as a Southern Gentleman. Just who did England think he was? One of those sneaky Yankees? "I ain't no slacker an' I don't need a babysitter to get a job done!"

Though Tennessee and England seemed too wrapped up in their bickering to notice America trying to sneak past, Iris picked up his scent on the breeze and her ears twitched in his direction. The gentle mare's eyes lit up happily on sight of her state's nation and she excused herself to Uni as she trotted over to greet him."Why, if it isn't Mr. Alfred! Hello!" she said even though they were in the presence of others. She couldn't just keep her mouth shut when saying hello to their nation. It was plain disrespectful! Iris nuzzled right up to the poor American who had been trying so hard to keep a low profile."How you doin', hun? Your clothes are messy..." The gentle mare began to n** lightly at his jacket as she attempted to straighten him up so he'd be presentable in public.

Grade 9
The Volunteer

The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

"Well, just so you know I don't slack and I don't wonder off with or without someone watchin' me," Andrew huffed stubbornly as he also folded his arms in a manner that wasn't too different from England's and was quiet for a moment before blushing. "... I-I might stop for a bit if I get hungry or somethin'... but gettin' food ain't slackin' off! It's just common sense not to work on an empty belly!" Or at least that was what Tennessee liked to tell himself.

Grade 9
The Volunteer

The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

Arthur quickly had Tennessee's undivided attention when he brought up tea. Who didn't love tea? It was great! Of course, the type of tea he had in mind generally came in pitchers with ice, a slice of lemon and enough sugar to kill a diabetic in one swig. His cheeks flushed slightly as he struggled to act uninterested or at least reluctant to accept any British tea. Especially since Massachusetts had always tried to convince him and the younger Americans that any tea from Britain should be thrown into a harbor or something similar. But that was so wasteful and he was thirsty...

"I-I guess it would be ok... Scones are like biscuits, right?" he asked, hoping his expression came across as indifferent although his eyes sparkled with anticipation for snacks.

Grade 9
The Volunteer

Arthur thought for a second. "Yes, something like that." He turned to Andrew to get a good look at him. Even so the nation was still unable to tell if the state was still mad at him or not, but at least he was being decent at the moment. Perhaps this state wasn't so bad after all, even if he did get under his skin a bit. "What kind of tea do you like?" he asked curiously.

Uni waited a bit to give Iris some space seeing she saw something. Eventually the unicorn couldn't help's curiosity and came trotting along not far behind. "Oh it's Alfred! You certainly have grown!" It nuzzled his shoulder

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

For a moment Al thought there was something else there, but for the life of him he could not see it.
"AH stop!"
He said a little louder, so even if the two arctic dwellers went largely un-noticed, not for long. This horse was acting like Arthur ust to when he was little, always fussing with his clothes. He tryed to push her big head away but a horses neck is very strong and it's not like he really wanted to hurt her or anything. And he started to laugh a bit as she was trying to tuck in his shirt.

The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

"I dunno," Tennessee replied eloquently with a helpful shrug. "All I know is it's good cold an' sweet. Warm tea is ok, I guess, but I'd rather have coffee..." It was hard to tell if the coffee was the result of the usual American defiance or if Andrew honestly just had developed more of a taste for it over the years. There was a chance it was the result of his siblings' influence considering a lot of them stopped drinking tea and turned to coffee as a method of defiance against Britain.

As he stood there talking to England his hearing started to pick up something across the field. Though his senses were nowhere near as sharp as they used to be after living in an era of convenient grocery stores, the former long hunter still had better hearing and sight than many others. The boy blinked when he spotted Iris and America together with Alaska and Canada. Just what were those three up to? Had classes already ended for the day?

"... Iris is always like that..." he sighed softly when he realized what his mare was up to. Just where she had picked up those mother hen habits were beyond him. At least she always had her heart in the right place although he cringed slightly at the memory of her trotting through the Battle of Shiloh with a sowing kit just to fix a torn pair of pants... Iris never had understood there were no time outs in war to patch up holes in your clothes.

Grade 9
The Volunteer

Massachusetts was heading back to school. When her sister came to her dorm, the reason she didn't answer is because she was at the pub. She needed to drink off of steam before she ended up killing Arthur. (or any other member of the Kirkland family).
But anyhow Massachusetts had gotten the bullet out and she now had a arm bandage it did have a bit of blood on in but it didn't seem to bother the bay state.

Since she had been at the bar, she was a bit drunk. Teehee
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