"You know I may never get used to this English, tea-drinking shit." Kyle laughed as Stan slid him his cup on the table.

"Ha, ha, ha. We may be in America, but I still need my tea in the morning to function."

Kyle just smiled and rested his chin on his palm. "You may be one of the weirdest people I know, but I think that's why I love you."

"Thanks? I think." Stan laughed as he sat down.

Stan reached his hand in his pants pocket and held the ring in his hand. He had a wave of apprehension, but he didn't have quite the same pit in his stomach as he did with Wendy. No, this was different. He loved Kyle and was happy knowing that he loved him back, regardless of his imperfections.

He pulled the ring out of his pocket and opened up his palm on the table.

"What?" Kyle gasped.

"Now hear me out...I know we agreed that it would be best not to show our relationship publicly, that is if we want to keep our jobs and safety. But I would like you to wear this ring on your right ring finger so that you always know how much you mean to me and that I am so, SO fucking happy to be with you. I still can't believe that I came here, thinking I had already found love. Shit, was I wrong. I wasn't even close. Then, that guy just happened to knock my luggage out of my hand and you happened to see it. I knew then, there was no going back. You shouldn't have to worry about impressing the person you with, and even worse that they may not love you if you don't meet their expectations. I never had to worry about that with you. I found you, I found love when I least expected it, and that's the beautiful irony of it all."

"I will, I do, I'll wear it. I love you Stan. I just wish I could tell the world. But I know, even if it is America, they are not ready to accept our lifestyle as equal. But knowing that every night I get to come home to you is just fine with me."

Stan stood up and slid the ring on Kyle's finger. He leaned down for a tender kiss when they heard a loud knock at the door.

They exchanged glances, not expecting any visitors. Kyle went to the door as Stan followed suit. Kyle opened the door.

"Hello Kyle, hello Stan." Lena smiled at them.

"Lena!" Kyle hugged her.

"I want you to meet Alex" She said as she put her arm around the tall, blonde man standing next to her.

"Hello, pleasure to meet you both. Lena has told me so many great things about both of you." Alex said, extending his hand out to both of them.

"We met on the train actually. He got on at the Detroit station. It's a funny story really, I was daydreaming and not paying attention when I accidentally spilled my cup of water. So the glass knocks onto the floor and guess who comes to help pick up the pieces? I tell you, love finds you when you least expect it."

"That's for sure." Stan agreed.

"Well I want to hear all about it, let's go out to the pub." Stan said as he grabbed his coat and followed Lena and Alex out the door.

"I'll be down in a second, I left my jacket in my room." Kyle said.

He went into his room and grabbed his coat when he felt something in his pocket. He took it out and found the poster he had grabbed back in St. Petersburg. He examined it and smiled, shaking his head and put it back on his bed as he headed out to join them.

He noticed a man with black hair and blue eyes laughing with a man with wavy red hair in the background of the picture of America.

Kinda cheesy ending, I know right? But I like happy endings like that where things tie into each other haha. But I hope you enjoyed overall and THANK YOU SO MUCH for reviewing everyone! *mwah*