Hi again. I made you a sequel because of high demand *cough Dallie cough*. This might get a thing with Switzerland threatening our poor frenchman later, idk.

Anywho, I'd like to thank the lovely GarryxMrChairFan for beta-ing. :3 May the power of the melon lord be ever in your favour.

I'm making this another chapter of On Pirates so I can make another little thing without having to create another story. So yeah.

Enjoy~

"I'm really glad you could come!"

Francis smiled gracefully at Alfred, pushing down the strong urge to throttle the little pirate-thief and burn the body later. He spotted Arthur with his hands across his mouth behind the King, body shaking with barely-held giggles as he watched the scene between his 'stalker' (Francis was of the opinion that he was just very passionate about their love, but obviously some people didn't think that way) and his new husband. The pirate (former pirate actually, Francis reminded himself; Alfred hadn't exactly agreed with the pillaging and the stealing and whatever else pirates do) had found a fantastic new hobby in the obliviousness of his significant other and the regret of his former love/hate friend. Francis could sulk all he liked; Arthur wasn't going to find it anything less than absolutely bloody hilarious and that was that.

"Seriously, man. You introduced us," it was hardly introducing, "thanks!"

Alfred turned around momentarily to grin at Arthur, who quickly shoved his hands down to his side and smiled innocently, as if he wasn't a bloodthirsty pirate that Alfred had only met because he'd been imprisoned at the perfect time and Francis was an idiot who dragged the young King with him to visit.

"It was nothing," Francis said, glaring at Arthur pettily while Alfred's back was turned.

Captain Arthur Kirkland really was no more. Instead of his marvelous red coat, almost the colour of the blood that regularly stained his cutlass, he wore a cloak of soothing purple, tied with a cloth bow that made Francis just want to smother him in hugs. His black captain's hat was replaced by a petite top hat thing, also purple, that almost drew the eye away from his unruly buttery hair, and his blueish-purple waistcoat pulled the outfit together completely, turning him into Queen Arthur of Spades at last.

Dieu, that was hard to get used to.

"Seriously dude! I gotta repay you sometime," Alfred insisted.

Francis was about to insist he didn't when the boy perked up unexpectedly as the music changed.

"Oh Artie, I love this song! Dance with me?" He asked, bowing slightly and holding a hand out to his blushing queen.

"W-well fine, arsehole. Hmph," Arthur stuttered, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the dance floor stubbornly as the King waved enthusiastically to the Diamondite.

Well, at least they were cute, Francis mused, checking around for a place to sit. His eyes came upon a table with a lonely figure sitting at it, his head in his hands as if he were bored with the party already. This was a celebration! Even if it was one Francis despised, he couldn't have someone not enjoying themselves. It's just not what happens.

He strode over to the mystery person proudly and placed his hands on the table to gain his attention. The stranger looked up with a gasp, and Francis got a view of his beautiful lavender eyes, hidden slightly by the frames of his obviously expensive glasses. They shocked the words out of Francis for a minute, and the two just sort of stared for a minute. Not that Francis was complaining.

"Eh, you seemed slightly… er… alone? I wondered if you were alright…" He muttered softly, caught in a slight trance. Dammit, get it together, Francis!

The person looked startled by Francis' presence. "You… saw me?"

"Oui, of course! Why would I not?" Francis quizzed, tilting his head slightly in confusion.

The other laughed lightly (Adorable!) and fixed his glasses. "People usually forget I exist, sorry. My name's Matthew. Matthew Williams."

Matthew, or in Francis' first tongue, Mathieu. What a beautiful name! It fit the boy well, Francis realised as he sat down beside him, careful not to jostle the delicate chair too much.

"I am Francis. Tell me, Matthew, how could anyone ignore such beauty as that which lies before me?"

Before a now bright red Matthew could answer, the pair were (rudely) interrupted by the new couple who had finished their dance and spied the strange scene from across the hall. Arthur's eyes were bright with even more amusement while Alfred just looked incredibly surprised for some reason. Huh?

"So Francis, flirting with my bro?" The King asked, one eyebrow lifted cockily.

Oh no. Oh God no.

"Y-your brother?!" Francis gasped as he looked between the two, instantly spotting the similarities. While Mathieu's hair was longer and curlier, it had the same golden brown tinge to it and their facial features were set in identical patterns. Not to mention the two both wore glasses. How had Francis not noticed this before?

"But… You said your name was Williams," he realised, turning to Mathieu in hopelessness, who in turn smiled apologetically.

"That was our mother's name. Alfred went with dad's."

Ah. Francis looked back to Arthur, now bent over and laughing his head off. The pirate spotted his helpless look and guffawed even louder. Sighing, Francis put his face into his warm hands and took a deep breath.

"Dude, you should so get together with Mattie!"

He looked up quickly to check if Alfred had actually said what he thought he'd said. The King grinned.

"We could have, like, double dates and things since you're, like, Arthur's best buddy!" he exclaimed, making Arthur pause in his unstoppable laughter.

"We're anything but!" the new queen growled, only to be ignored by his husband, who was now spouting nonsense about how cool it'd be for his friend and brother to be in a relationship and how they could go on 'double dates' and things.

Francis looked over to Mathieu, checking his reaction. He looked slightly indecisive, although you could see he worried about the attention the quartet were getting from the other party-goers. Francis smiled, conveying a sort of 'Yes, he is insane,' feeling and earning a soft grin from the boy.

Maybe it wasn't too bad that he'd lost Arthur, if it meant he got to meet Matthew.