Recap.
There, the two parties faced off, everyone for the first time seeing the faces of their opponents in the game of espionage they had been playing. It was then that Arthur finally got a good look at the one that Alfred had called his doppelganger and Gilbert had declared the carrier of the briefcase and as soon as he and the other blonde locked gazes their jaws fell slack in shock.
"D-dad?" Matthew gaped.
"Willy?" Arthur asked in shocked surprise.
The bridge was silent as both parties eyed the two speakers in awed astonishment. It was an incredible moment where pieces fell into place, a dramatic reunion unfolding before them.
"Oh my god, you're nicknames Willy?" And then Yong-soo ruined it.
"Ahahahahaha!"
"Oh my god. Dad! What the hell! You're a secret agent!"
"Now Willy, let's calm down there lad."
"This explains so much! I mean, in retrospect it was so obvious."
"Ahahahahaha, Willy! Ahahaha."
"The way you were always away, the weird cars you loved, all the James Bond memorabilia, the fact that all your girlfriends had those names that were sex puns like Alicia Missionary,"
"Now Willy that's hardly fair it's a perfectly respectable last name. Wait, how did you even know her name? I never introduced you."
"Well it became kind of obvious when you were screaming hers in the middle of the kitchen. It thought someone had broken in but instead I find… that! I ate off that table! Bleach cannot scour those memories!"
"Really Arthur? Missionary? I thought you were into that kinkier stuff."
"Shut yer trap Alfred!"
"Ahahahahaha."
"You want kinky, you should see what west has under his bed."
"And how the pen you let me borrow shot the kid whose cast I was trying to sign."
"I told you not to touch my things."
"It was a pen! That you handed to me! Do you have any idea what I had to do to make up for that? I had to let Yong-soo have one hundred free shots at any time for the rest of my life! He used those to the absolute maximum potential god damn it!"
"Like the time you were making out with your girlfriend and I smacked you in the back of the head making you head-butt her. She was so pissed, it was freaking hysterical!"
"Shut up Yong-soo!" Matthew spat, rounding on the Asian who merely guffawed some more, holding his sides in rib aching hysterics.
"Really Willy. Hanging about such a loose woman as that? I thought I raised you better." Arthur berated. He soon realised this was the wrong thing to say immediately afterwards, his son rounding on the poor Englishman at once with a murderous expression.
"Okay one, do you really think you are allowed to talk considering what you and that Brazilian woman were doing in the living room when I was five?" Arthur felt his face flush somewhat sharply at that memory. "And two, I am still incredibly pissed at you so now is not a good time to criticize me." Arthur rubbed the back of his head nervously. Well Arthur old bean, this is a royal cock up, he though ruefully to himself.
"Willy, I know this is rather hard. Believe me I didn't want you finding out like this either but, well; since you did is there anything I can do about it, really?" Matthew glared at the other blonde for a long moment. He said nothing until his breathing evened out, at which point the Canadian straightened, adjusting his glasses causing the light of a street lamp to flash off of them, obscuring his violet eyes for a moment. After a few moments of silent thought Matthew slowly smiled, Arthur gulping at the sight of the fiendishly evil grin. It was not unlike the look of he had seen on a demon drawn in one of his spell books.

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The Canadian Connection
FanfictionAlfred F. Jones is suave, confident, brash, and one of the best agents the CIA has to offer. Matthew Williams is none of these things, too bad after a case of mistaken identity he's the one with the briefcase everyone is after. This is a story from...