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"I just don't get it," America pouted, as he took a very long sip of his beer, "Why is Mattie suddenly talking to everyone?" The American looked over to his drinking companion, who merely rolled his eyes at Alfred's question, "He only really used to talk to me, you, France, and those Commie bastards."

"Maybe Matthew got a little annoyed with your presence all the time?" England muttered under his breath, low enough so that America couldn't hear him and get offended, "Matthew needs more friends anyhow." Arthur simply pointed out, wondering why he was drinking with America when he could be drinking with Prussia and Denmark.

"What?! I'm not good enough for him?! Is that what you are saying?!" America frowned, clutching the handle of the mug he was holding hard enough to cause a crack in the glass. England looked a little alarmed, but didn't move away, "He's my brother..." Alfred muttered, as if that reason were enough for everything.

"It's nice to make friends outside of your family," Arthur sighed, getting slightly annoyed with Alfred's whining when he could be enjoying his drink. As such, he decided the direct approach, and looked America straight in the eye, "Are you, perhaps, jealous?" The blond Briton suggested, watching with internal amusement as America seemed to splutter – either with embarrassment or anger, he didn't know nor did he really care.

"What?!" America looked guiltily panicked for a mere second before it was replaced by his usual arrogant and confident look, "No, of course not!" Alfred laughed loudly, obviously trying to change the topic of conversation. England simply raised a thick brow in response, not believing a word America had said.

Arthur was pleased when Alfred, for the first time in a very long time, decided to be silent for once. England went back to his drink, looking around with his keen eyes for Denmark and Prussia, though sighed once again when he couldn't spot them in the general vicinity.

America, on the other hand, was thinking deeply with a very serious look on his face, completely forgetting about him drink altogether.

'Is England actually right for once?' America thought, even insulting Arthur within his mind, 'Am I actually jealous...?'

Canada was having a rather good time.

"Glad you you decided to come with us, Matt," Denmark grinned, lifting up his drink, "I have to say that I always thought that you were a kind of pansy." The blond Dane admitted, smirking when Canada simply huffed, looking slightly offended, "But, now I know that beer lightens you up."

"You didn't hafta fight him back then," Prussia muttered from beside Denmark, almost shuddering at the thought of Canada in WWII, "He was vicious!"

Canada smiled widely, though he didn't really add much to the conversation as his blue-violet eyes were glued onto the television within the bar, watching the hockey game with all his concentration, "Your team is a beast!" Denmark whistled, ruffling Matthew's unruly hair roughly, "I heard that you completely crushed Latvia!"

"Yeah..." Canada sighed, feeling a bit sorry for Latvia about how badly he had beaten his hockey team, "Maybe I should go apologise to him for that." The Canadian muttered, giving Gilbert a weak glare when he was the one ruffling his hair.

"Wuss!" Gilbert snickered along with Mathias, "Why the hell would you need to apologise to someone for winning a game?!" Prussia sighed mockingly, "Maybe you aren't as awesome as I thought!" The Prussian sighed dramatically, smirking when Canada simply punched him in the arm, huffing again, "Of course, you weren't as awesome as me!"

"Oh, shut up." Matthew rolled his eyes, actually acting as his usual passive-aggressive self around Gilbert because he felt comfortable around the former nation for some strange reason. After all, Prussia's personality was rather similar to how America acted...

"So, you still playing against Sweden?" Denmark asked casually as he looked towards the smallest male in the ground, eying him rather intensely, "And against Russia, too? In the same day?"

"Yeah, it'll be fun," Canada smiled, turning over to Prussia, "Do you want to come?" He asked politely, eying Prussia's intent red eyes.

"If you're gonna kick Russia's ass, then I have to see that," Prussia kicked his feet up on the table, smirking wildly, "It's in a few days, right?" Matthew nodded to Gilbert's question, "I'll be there. Maybe I can convince West to come along too."

"That'll be great." Canada said a bit nervously, still slightly intimidated by Germany. The Canadian then proceeded to stay silent while watching the game. After a little while, he excused him to go to the men's room. Matthew curiously took out the black book on his way out, flipping it open to the next page on his list.

Nation # 25 Latvia (Raivis Galante) ~ Francis' notes...

Special kink's/turn on's – (The Latvian seems to enjoy alcoholic drinks) – Latvia is easily swayed with alcohol. Latvia would have been one of the easier nations to seduce if it hadn't been for that brute Russian, who was hovering around at the time. Matthieu had been kind enough to be the first to recognise Latvia's independence, but that's expected of my cute petit Matthieu ~!

Canada pocketed the book and raised a brow, slightly surprised at Latvia's entry. Latvia was still rather young-looking, especially for a nation. Though, after actually pondering over it, Matthew could probably see why Raivis would enjoy alcohol so much, being under Russia's control for so long.

'Maybe he is around here somewhere?' Canada thought, looking around the bar where both humans and nations mingled. He sighed as he spotted Holland flirting with some underage-looking girl, while Belgium was trying to sabotage her brother's conquest. He snuck past them, not wanting them to fight over him again (though, they were fighting pretty good now).

And sure enough, Latvia was sitting at the bar with Estonia, who looked like he didn't really want to be there. Matthew blinked, pondering on how to approach the other nation, "Raivis, is this outing really necessary?" Estonia's proper voice sounded slightly annoyed, "I know you asked me to come with you so you wouldn't have to deal with Mr. Russia alone if he came along, but don't you think you could have asked Toris or even Katyusha?"

"Toris would only attract Mr. Russia's attention over here," Latvia shivered visibly, and Canada could see it even from where he was standing, "And I couldn't find Katyusha." Raivis shrugged a little, though he looked over his shoulder nervously, obviously looking for Russia.

Estonia sighed, also looking over his shoulder. He seemed to brighten a little when he spotted Canada, "Ah, Canada!" Eduard quickly stood up, dragging the Canadian over to a jumpy Latvia, who looked a little surprised at Matthew's sudden presence, "You have met Raivis, haven't you?" Estonia didn't even bother to wait for Canada's answer as he left the two alone.

"I'm Canada," Matthew smiled a bit nervously, seeing how much Raivis was trembling, "And... I'm...really sorry for beating so bad in that hockey game !" The Canadian said in a rush, feeling the need to apologise out of habit, but not wanting to be a wuss like Prussia and Denmark had called him.

Latvia blinked confusedly, obviously not comprehending Canada's rushed words because he was probably a bit intoxicated already, "Y-you can sit down," Raivis offered quietly, and Matthew quickly took up the offer, "You... you're playing against Mr. Russia? Eduard told me," The Latvian asked, "Could I come?" The young nation looked nervously over to the Canadian, secretly hoping that Canada would accept so he could see Russia get beaten. He had heard that Canada was one of top hockey countries in the world.

"Of course," Matthew smiled, blinking when Latvia sighed, downing the drink in front of him, "Just how many did you drink?" Canada asked with concern, seeing Latvia wobble on the chair he was sitting on.

"S'okay," Latvia waved off, looking confusedly at the bar in front of him, like he didn't even know why he was there in the first place, "I haven't had enough yet." The Latvian muttered, looking over his shoulder again in a paranoid-like manner, still looking for Russia.

The Canadian looked over to his table, sighing. Denmark and Prussia probably thought that he had ditched them or something, but he didn't really want to leave Latvia in this state. Before he even realised what had happened, Latvia had downed yet another drink. Matthew was about to say something when Raivis suddenly clung to his torso, trembling so violently that the chair was rattling, "L-Latvia... what?!" Canada gasped, his face turned red, though he quickly ducked when he saw what was causing Raivis' troubles. Russia seemed to pass by them without noticing them, much to both nations' relief.

Latvia seemed to be muttering something into the fabric of Canada's red hoodie, though Matthew couldn't figure out what the words were. The Canadian was still embarrassed as Latvia was still clinging onto him, seemingly unaware that the Russian threat had passed, "Umm, Latvia?"

"Mattie? When did you get here?" America's voice cut through, causing Canada to jump visibly, and almost making Latvia fall to the ground with the sudden movement. Alfred grinned widely, not really seeing the small nation clinging to his brother until he moved in closer. The American blinked, "Who the hell is that?" Alfred quickly frowned, trying to get his previous conversation with England out of his mind.

"Latvia." Canada muttered, uncomfortable as Latvia seemed to have fallen asleep practically upon his lap, not noticing America's deep frown.

"Yo, kid! Wake up!" America said loudly, eyes brightening proudly as his work proved effective as Latvia quickly sat up from Canada's lap, obviously startled and alert with his trembling and wide eyes, "You shouldn't drink so much!" Alfred sang, pretty much pushing Raivis' chair away with just one hand so he could sit beside Matthew. Lativa looked a little startled, but didn't protest because he was probably too intoxicated to.

"Hey, Toris!" America grabbed Lithuania, who just so happened to be walking in their direction. The American ignored Lithuania's quiet greeting of 'Mr. America!' "You should take Latvia back to his room. He's had way too much." Alfred said casually, practically throwing the confused nation into Lithuania's arms.

Toris simply sighed, carrying the smaller nation away as Estonia had pretty much sent him here to collect Raivis. At least he hadn't run into Russia...

"Hey, Alfred," Canada's greeting was simple, and America pouted at that fact, though he grinned widely a moment later, "I was drinking with Prussia and Denmark. Want to come?" Matthew offered, though Alfred huffed as he wrapped a tight arm around the Canadian's shoulders in a casual way.

"Hell no. You and I are going to have a little drinking contest, but we've gotta go back to my room for it." America stated, leaving no room for protests as he practically dragged Canada from his seat, "I hope you're layered in clothing for this!" The American smirked as Matthew squeaked, finally getting what he was saying.

Of course, he had invited a few other nations so he wouldn't look too strange for playing with just himself and Canada – but he had his ultimate goal.

He really did love it when Canada's face went that cute and pretty red colour...