Epilogue
The next morning, Matthew woke up first. He rose gently and quietly to avoid waking Arthur, and he laid the Englishman’s jacket back on top of him. Then he made for the kitchen to make breakfast.
He was halfway through making the second pancake when he heard something from the living room.
“What the bloody hell?!”
Arthur appeared, eyes (he’d removed the eye patch) wide with confusion. “Matthew, what happened to your couch, what is that random pile of absolute crap that I tripped over, and why the bloody hell am I dressed like a pirate?!”
Matthew just stood there, looking at his boyfriend blankly for a moment. Then all he could do was laugh hysterically.
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And that's that. ^^; I hope you guys like it...It's really not that good... >/////<
Anyways, hope you enjoyed, I'm going to enjoy my pirate free life now. Tata~!
--UM
