"Oh, right." England looked back down at the clothes in his hand. "Where should I change?"
"Well, since you're sharing with Alfred, probably his room. He won't mind." Matthew looked down at Kumajirou a moment, then back up at Arthur. "You were listening, right . . . ?"
Sort of, Arthur thought with a shrug. He walked into Alfred's room and shut the door softly, trying to collect his thoughts as he looked around and observed. So, the twins were involved with Mexico. It was an unsettling thought, even with the fact it was a threesome taken out of the equation. Canada was still awfully young for such things in England's mind, and America--what did bother him so much about America having a girlfriend?
He continued to mull over it as he changed into the looser clothes. They were a bit big on him because of the height different, and felt strange in comparison to his normal attire of suits and blouses with waistcoats. They were much warmer, though, and so he walked into the dining room, where Isabel was placing plates of homemade Mexican cuisine on the table.
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