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Epilogue

I had y'all going, didn't I?

Matthew woke up with Gil's arm heavy on his body and warm against his skin.
"Jour phone's vibrating." The German mumbled sleepily.
"Is it Al?"
"I dunno. It's vibrating zhough."
Matthew stretched out so he could grab the device on the floor next to the air mattress the pair was sleeping on.
He hit talk before snuggling in as closely to Gil as he could.
"Did you win?" He asked, knowing that Alfred was really the only one to call these days.
"Yeah! It was a tough election but I'm going to turn America into something we can all be proud of."
"Congratulations, Mr. President." Matthew smiled.
"Shit! He von?!" Gilbert mumbled.
"Yeah!"
"Remind me not to take jou to America for zhe next four jears."
"I heard that!" Alfred shouted.
"Mr. President, vizh all due respect, go fuck jourself."
"He's still mad aboot you shooting him in the leg."
"He deserved it."
"I did not!"
"I had to throw the boss off somehow and your leg was exposed."
"Jou should have just shot him right zhere."
"So, where are you guys now?" Alfred asked, trying to change the subject.
"Scotland." Matthew answered dreamily. "We broke into an uninhabited castle and now were sleeping on the floor in an air mattress."
"Did you have sex in it? I heard that a lot of those castles are haunted. A ghost could have been watching you!"
"We didn't have sex in a haunted castle." It was the truth. Over the past few weeks in Scotland, they had done the nasty in many, many castles.
"You shouldn't be touching my brother at all."
"Too late." Gilbert leaned in and gave Matthew a kiss that was both loud and long.
"Ew."
"He's just jealous that I have a first  lady and he doesn't." Matthew chuckled.
"I won't have time for First Ladies! I have a country to run...besides...I'm kinda gay."
"Really?! Me too."
"No shit, Murdoch."
"You should come by the White House some time. I'll make sure you get perfect treatment."
"No thanks, Al. The last time one of my kind was in that building things got a little...heated..."
"Just let me know if you're in the area...and don't bring your pet."
"Too bad. I'm never leaving his side."
"Fuck you, Gilbert."
"A president should never talk that way to a foreign diplomat."
"You're nothing but a foreign dicklomat!"
"You are what you eat." Gilbert smirked and pressed the "end call" button on the phone.
Matthew set the phone off to the side and rolled around so he was sitting on his husband's pelvis.
"Where shall we go next, my love?"
"Paris?"
"Paris sounds nice."
"Anyvhere is nice if Jou're zhere."
It was hard to believe that one failed mission, one stupid lie, had lead to this. But here he was, lying next to the man he loved in a new country every other week.
He was living a life he never would have dreamed up in a million years.
And it was all because of one tiny little bird.

Oh look! It's over!
At least the ending is happy.
I'll be back on Monday with a new story! See you then??