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Hearts Bound for America

No longer a oneshot. (Obviously).

*Edit*

Thanks to an anonymous reviewer I have realized I have made a MAJOR error: Protestants didn't speak Gaelic and Matt is Protestant. *sigh* I'm not going to change it because I hate changing major elements of a story but oh well.

*EDIT 2*

I fail hardcore at math because even with a calculator I got the answer wrong. Thanks to an anonymous reviewer for the correction.

We went to port and were escorted into the building. Ellis Island. Each footstep on American soil seemed surreal. I stood next to Mail and saw that people were being inspected and marked with chalk for flaws. I ripped off his goggles and stuffed them in his vest giving him a look to not say anything. A man in an official uniform went up to him and looked him over then passed on to me. He gave me a glance and moved on to a woman behind us who was squinting. She had obviously seen me remove Mail's goggles but she was marked with a chalk E indicating her eyesight was bad. She was escorted off; presumably to a holding area. Mail tugged on my sleeve and murmured "thanks." I nodded.

Then we were sent to line to be questioned. When a man ahead of us was asked his former profession Mail and I glanced at each other. Mail was up first. "Name?" a man in a uniform with a gray mustache asked.

"Mail Jeevas. 'M-A-I-L J-E-E-V-A-S'." The man looked at him oddly since his name was pronounced like "mile" but wrote it down.

"What is four plus four?"

"Eight" Mail answered swiftly. Obviously he was trying not to sound slow.

"How much money do you have on you?"

"18 pounds." I bit my lip because I had the same amount but the man's nod said we were safe with that amount.

"Former profession?"

"Pubkeeper." The inspector raised an eyebrow but nodded and wrote it down.

"Age?"

"19." My eyebrows raised. I hadn't asked his age before but I wasn't surprised to discover he was younger than I was.

"Country of origin?"

"Great Britian."

The man nodded. He asked a few more questions and Mail passed easily. Then it was my turn. "Name?"

"Mihael Keehl. 'M-I-H-A-E-L K-E-E-H-L." I spelled my name quickly and clearly hoping he wouldn't change it.

"What country are you from?" Ah so he's going right for the throat then. He must have noticed my last name.

"Austria-Hungary" I said staring at him unflinchingly.

He nodded obviously impressed with my guts. "How much money do you have on you?"

"18 Pounds."

"Former profession?"

"Accountant." It was a total lie but it was a more valuable job than my original choice of delivery boy.

He gave me a skeptical look. "What is 236 minus 143?"

"Ninety three" I answered immediately while holding back a smirk. He scribbled down the equation then frowned when he realized I was right.

He cleared his throat in embarrassment. "Age?"

"20."

He drilled me with the rest of the boring questions he had asked Mail then I was directed to a place where I could exchange my money for dollars and cents. It amounted to very little. "Mihael!" I heard a voice call and I saw Mail sitting at one of the tables waving his arm at me. I smirked and went to him. "Need some cash?" he asked as he pulled out a large stack of dollar bills. He leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear "gamblers always lie about how much they have on them." He pulled back and winked. I smirked back.

"Where did you get that?" I took the stack and flipped it back and forth like a fan.

"I scammed a few people on the ship. No big deal. I mean they may not have enough to get in now but that's their problem. Guys like us have a loose moral compass am I right?"

I clutched my rosary in shame but nodded in agreement. We had to wait for quite some time before we were allowed off the island. Mail was chattering away next to me but I wasn't really paying attention. He didn't seem to care simply happy to be with me. "You know the first thing we should buy?" I cut him off.

"What?" he looked like a puppy he was so eager to know.

"Whiskey. Lots of whiskey. You are a pubkeeper after all" I said with a smirk and a nudge to his shoulder.

He grinned. "I hear there's a place called Little Ireland in the city. You could live with me. It'll be great!"

"You could teach me your language." I said with a nod.

"It's called Gaeilge and I'd love to teach you some." He leaned in close to my ear and said "Tá tú go h-álainn."

He said it very… intimately. "What does that mean?"

He shrugged and blushed "it means 'you're beautiful'."

I blushed then sighed. I was going to say it. "Here is mine. Ich habe mich in dich verliebt."

He looked adorably confused. "What does that mean?"

I leaned into him and whispered against his ear "it means 'I have fallen in love with you'." I pulled back and saw both of our faces were on fire with a blush.

"Tá grá agam duitse freisin. I love you too." He looked into my eyes and I could tell he wanted to kiss me as much as I wanted to kiss him but it would blow our cover. Suddenly an officer said a ferry to the mainland arrived earlier than usual and Mail and I gathered our things and once again took hands as we got on the ferry. We gaped at Lady Liberty as we passed her. When we stepped onto the mainland Mail immediately began asking about Little Ireland until we were directed to it. It was a group of apartment buildings that weren't in great shape but as soon as Mail heard Gaeilgehe took my hand and kissed it then said. "I'm home." I knew in that moment that I was too. So long as I had him I would always be at home.