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Matthew stood to leave his brother's favourite bar, the Founding Fathers. He had had quite enough of being mistaken for Alfred for one night. He shuddered at the fact that there were two more days of the World Conference before he and his polar bear, Kuma-whatsits who was really Nanuk, could go home. He felt a tear slide down his cheek. After the meeting, Cuba had clocked him in the gut, mistaking him for America. He'd been talked over time and time again, to the point that he was fairly sure he was going insane, or had turned completely invisible. He pulled his hoodie off of his chair, and yanked it down over his head. He looked back briefly