on his way to give his greetings and a small gift to Arthur when he saw the man laughing at a lamp post...

sees the other nation and doesn't recognise him. 'He-ey! Come 'ere a feckin' second, come see bright-y boy 'ere!' He waves the man over.

frowns a bit, it took him a while to place the man, he rarely saw him at the conferences, did he even come to them? "I think you've had a

lot to drink."

shakes his head, all the while making these sounds: 'Pfffffffffffft!' He slams a hand down to grip the German's shoulder, _

'Na, you jist haven't 'ad enough!' He offers his bottle of whiskey.

politely shakes his head but took the bottle anyway. Might as well get it out of the other's hands. "How about I take you home?"

blinks for a moment and then pats the other's face. 'You're a good lookin' lad, and I'm flattered an' all, but I'm actually with_

someone,' He says, sounding serious but drunk. 'Maybe if ye convince Art'r for a threesome...' He smiles and begins to look at the German_

carefully, having no idea he might have misunderstood.

frowned, had he just been... misunderstood... the suggestion made him flush slightly but he was quick to dispel it as he shook his head.

"I am certainly not interested in any kind of threesome or even in you... I just think you should get home to sleep this off..."

frowns. 'Spoiled sport...' He turns round and round and begins walking in the wrong direction. 'Ah don't need your help, I know where an_

all-night pub is...might be karaoke night...'

frowned as he watched him start to walk off, he really shouldn't let him go off on his own like that... He wondered if he should give Arthur

a call and let him deal with it...

can't be controlled by Arthur unless he wants to be controlled-oops. Declan falls into a gutter.