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Arthur didn't bother asking another drink . After some time the blonde was sobering up. He hadn't heard anything that the brothers were saying but he did feel a little left out and was starting to get a little bored. He was used to being alone for most of his life so this felt like nothing new. Alfred and him had yet to do anything romantic since that kiss from the night before. As much as the brit wanted to talk to America personally, he did say he would try not to upset Mathew. Not that he fully understood what was going on between the two. The bummed Englishmen requested some darts for the dart board in the billiard part of the bar. He wasn't so drunk to where he was uncoordinated just yet. "I'm just going to go over there for a bit." Soon as he received the darts he excused himself and walked over to the board on the other side of the room.

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

Juan Machado
The Headstrong Junior

The Cuban went into the bar. it looked pretty nice on the inside. He hoped they had some good Cuban beers here. As he headed in, he spotted someone there, someone he didn't like. Now was his chance to tell Alfred off. But on closer inspection, he saw it wasn't the American "Matthew? Is that you? Hey, amigo! How have you been?"

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(Out of Havana: )

Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba

Juan Machado
The Headstrong Junior

"Que? De verdad? You were dating Ivan? What did you see in that scary guy? Anyway, his loss. You're a nice guy. Anyone would be lucky to have you." Maybe he should hang out with him during class, he could use a friend now more than ever. "Ah, si. Gracias." he sat next to him "Who needs him? You'll find someone one day. I'll help you out if you want. There's plenty of guys and girls in school who'll want a handsome Canadian like you." he called the bartender and ordered two beers.

{Translations: what? for real?}
(Out of Havana: )

Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba

Juan Machado
The Headstrong Junior

"Is that right? Well, we'll just have to find you a special guy, si?" Juan smiled. Once the beer had arrived, he grabbed a mug and chugged it down "This better not be American." he scolwed at his own drink, he's never had any American drinks so he didn't know "Si, man. You're nice looking. There's nothing strange about friends calling one another handsome or pretty, right?" Boy, would he have felt bad if he hit him for confusing him for Alfred again. The guy was hurt.

{Translations: what? for real?}
(Out of Havana: )

Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba

Juan Machado
The Headstrong Junior

This beer better not be American, or he was goint to be super pissed. Yet, the Cuban took another sip. "L-Like me?" Juan blushed and rubbed the back of his head "Well, that's going to be a problem... because... there's no one like me. Hell, I'm not that good looking like my other brothers, and I sometimes beat your head because I still confuse you for your brother. That's not the kind of thing anyone should do." he sighed. Luckily, he saw him in time before doing anything.

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(Out of Havana: )

Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba

Matthew Williams

The Invisible Junior

"A-ah, oui..." He glanced down at his drink then up. "Well that's fine, you know, there is no one like you...Hey, I think you look just fine the way you are Juan. So? You always apologize, and that counts for a hell of alot!" The Canadian turned a shade a crimson then drank some more beer, gulping a little.

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Matthew Williams

The Invisible Junior

"I'm glad to hear that...and...and pardon if I was being too forward..." The Canadian closed his eyes for a moment then opened them. "...What about you? I mean....not unless you're comfortable I mean....What I mean is you're really nice and I like that about you." Oh maple, did I really just say all that? Matthew buried his fac in his jacket, blushing furiously. He'll probably say no anyway, so, I can't have my hopes up anyway.

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