he could skip all his work. ;;

would gladly hide Cuba.

he might just have to take him up on that offer--he thinks his boss might be trying to kill him with the amount of paperwork he has to do.

an abandoned bar with a lot of drinks. It's the perfect place to hide.

head over right away!

waits for him there.

appears a few hours later, having successfully escaped his boss! He grins when he sees Mexico. "Hola!"

waves to him, smiling. "Hey, Cuba!"

a little wave back, taking out a cigar and lighting it. He hasn't smoked in *days*--stupid boss. "How're you?"

lies back on his chair, and plays a random silly tone on his quitar. "I'm okay. My boss keeps nagging me, but whatever..."

nods in agreement, taking a seat next to him. "Yeah, my boss decided to add more work to my already busy schedule. Bastard." He

chuckles when Mexico plays on his guitar. "I almost forgot you played!"

laughs softly. "Even though I always carry it around."

shrugs. "Si, well, it's been a while since I've seen you."

grins. "I almost missed you." puts down his guitar and his sombrero.

chuckles. "Almost? Is that the best I get?"

raises a brow at him. "You have to deserve it."

blinks at him. "Deserve it?"

nods. "To get something better our of me."

snickers, chewing on the end of his cigar. "Well then, I guess I'll have to try harder!"

grins at him, and yawns a little

him a grin back and stands up. Hey, they're in a old bar right? He might as well try to make some Mojitos.

would love to drink a glass... or two.

make him one then!

smiles throws himself on a couch.

quickly makes up their drinks and passes him one, taking a seat next to him on the couch.

sits up, sipping into it. "Mmmh, tastes great!"

grins. "Course they do! It's a Cuban drink!"

laughs softly and takes another drink.

grins, leaning back against the couch, sipping his drink. "So, what've you been up to lately?"

smiles. "Nothing much. Trying to get money out of Alfred."

...scowls. "You don't need to go to that American bastard. There are *tons* of better people you could get money from."

raises a brow. "Like who?"

throws his hands in the air. "Anyone!"

rolls eyes. "But why not America's. I would feel ashamed to ask money from anyone other. I don't feel gulity because it's Alfred."

...supposes he has a point. But only if he makes Alfred completely bankrupt.

would love to do that!

he should!

keeps that in mind then.

grins, happy knowing that Alfred would be suffering.

empties his drink, and puts the glass down. "But I like the hot-dog. I guess the only good thing about him."

there is nothing good about Alfred. =|

that his baby blue eyes are kinda cute.

spits out his drink. "What?!"

glances at him. "It's not a sin to like someone's eyes."

it's a sin to like anything about *Alfred*!

looks away with a pout. "It's just his eyes..."

It's *Alfred*!

sighes. "You are hopeless."

not!

pokes witth a grin.

swats at his head. "What was that for?"

pouts at his hand, swatted away.

him a grin.

pouts even more at the grin.

can't help but laugh.

frowns. "What's so funny?"

shakes his head, going to make another drink cause he spat his out. "Nothing"

watches him, still with a pout. "You are not escaping with a half-assed answer like that!"

he is~

throws a pillow at him.

hit by the pillow, which accidentally knocks over the drink he was making as well. He scowls at the spilled drink and throws the pillow back

squeaks, smiling playfully. "Come on, just drink it from the bottle if you want to drink so much!"

trying to make Mojitos, but supposes this works just as well! He grabs the bottle and sits back down next to Mexico on the couch.

grins at him, and tries to snatch the bottle away from him.

huffs, and turns away from him. "Oi~ Get your own!" He grins at him.

pouts. "You have guts to say that, sitting in MY abandoned bar."

him a grin. "*I* have the bottle, it's mine~"

raises a brow, snickering. "Then have fun by yourself." stands up, moving to leave.

stares at him, slightly alarmed. "Wait, no, where are you going?"

hums. "Buying a bottle of tequila for myself. Then home to drink it." gives him a smirk.

blinks. "You're leaving me here?" D=

kind of confused now. "E-eh... you... want me to stay?"

doesn't want him to leave!

rolls eyes, sitting back next to him.

huffs and takes a sip of his drink.

grins at him.

huffs.

leans against him, getting a little tired.

blinks down at him. "You been gettin' sleep lately?"

hums, mumbling something.