Epilog –Bring Them Home-

Alfred was walking under the plane's wing, double checking to make sure everything was okay before takeoff. The bright red plane was one of his pride and joys, and he just loved taking it out on nice days. He climbed up on the wing and leaned in the passenger seat. He reached up to Matthew's head and adjusted his goggles that were on his face.

"Alfred, they are fine now come on." Matthew giggled

"I'm just double checking everything."

Alfred jumped into the pilot's seat and made a few more adjustments before taking off. Even though it was summer Matthew convinced Alfred to take him up in the air. Everything from this height was just beautiful. Alfred turned around and smiled at the other.

"I'm going to go a little higher up and then you can get some really good photos Matthew."

"Okay."

Alfred was happy that he got to keep his promise that he made to the boy. They spent half an hour up in the air taking photos of the land. When they landed they spent the rest of the day relaxing at Alfred's house. Matthew took more photos of them together; he even took a few photos of Alfred chasing Kumojiro around the house to get a box of cookies back. Later that night Alfred was setting up in his bed with Matthew sleeping soundly by his side and Kumojiro by their feet. He smiled seeing the boy sound asleep. He quietly got out of the bed and walked over to the window opening it up to let the fresh summer air in. He reached up and picked up the dog tags hanging on his neck. Closing his eyes he let images flash before him of the war. The sound of movement caused him to open his eyes and look over to see Matthew up and walking over to him.

"Can't sleep?"

"No. I didn't mean to wake you."

Matthew looked up at him, his purple eyes bright and colorful. He reached up and took hold of the tags hanging around the male's neck and started to look at them. Alfred smiled and wrapped his arms around the boy pulling him closer and letting him rest his head on his bare chest.

"Can we go flying again tomorrow?"

"Anything for you Matthew." He said kissing him on top the head.

"Alfred, do you think everyone is happy?"

"No."

"That was a quick answer."

"Matthew as long as there are any kinds of disagreements in the world there will always be another war hiding around the corner. Each one more deadly than the last."

He tilted the boy's chin up and looked down at him sweetly. He placed a soft kiss on his forhead.

"I'll come home though. Each and every time Matthew, I'll come home."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Smiling Matthew rested his cheek against the male's chest and looked out the window at the night sky. He started falling asleep as Alfred softly ran his fingers through his blonde hair.

Francis walked up behind Arthur and kissed the male's cheek softly before handing him the news paper.

"Thank you Francis."

"à tout moment mon amour."

Arthur took the paper and started to read it while sipping some of his tea. His green eyes looked up to see Francis walking off in the direction of the bed room. He blushed brightly but set his paper and tea down on the breakfast table and quickly joined the male in the room. The staff in the house was blushing brightly at the sounds the French male was earning from the Englishman, though they said nothing about it. Francis wrapped his arms around the smaller male pulling him closer to let him snuggle against his chest. He slowly ran his fingers over the male's flesh, tracing each curve and softly running over each scar. He smiled when his blue eyes meet the other's green ones.

"Francis?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you."

"For what, mon amie?"

"Staying by my side, through all of this."

"Oh mon amie I would never leave your side."

Francis kissed the male softly on the lips a few times.

"If I left you I would grow lonely in bed."

Arthur grew bright red as he reached for a pillow and smashed it into the French male's face. He picked it up and hit the male a few more times, earning nothing but laughs from him. Francis reached up and wrapped his arms around the younger male's waist and pinned him down to the bed.

"Oh Arthur, you know that I love you dearly."

"You are a bloody pervert and nothing more."

"I love it when you talk dirty to me, mon amie."

Francis kissed him again, while the male squirmed under him. Arthur pushed his face away from him so that he could yell at him and look in his face at the same time.

"Je t'aime Arthur."

Arthur looked away blushing brightly at the male's words. He let his arms relax as Francis moved his head again, this time to let it rest on his chest. The Englishman softly ran his fingers through the male's hair. After a while his blush had gone away and Francis had fallen asleep.

"I love you too Francis."

He could feel the male smile against his bare chest. The two of them lay there holding one another for the rest of the afternoon.