((Why yes, I DID have to use Google translate. So yes, this JUST might suck.))

"Por favor."

Matthew scowled. He had such a white boy's accent. Not to mention the fact he couldn't fucking roll his 'r's worth shit.

"Su bienvenida."

Just as bad. He wondered if he'd ever get better at Spanish. Then...then, maybe, Cuba might be able to tell between him and America.

His hands tensed immediately, and a slight pang in his chest made him wince.

"Mírame."

His eyes downcast.

No one ever noticed.