Disclaimer: Shotaro Ishinomori's, not mine
Final Warning: This fic does contain some shounen-ai (67, Chang/GB), but nothing worse than you've seen on the show.   But still, if this bothers you in any way, I'd suggest hitting the back button.

Chang was pleasantly surprised when Albert responded to his letter so quickly. It was barely a page long, but it was still more than he would've expected. In almost painfully neat German (he had to admit, the translation chip in his brain was awfully useful), Albert went on about finally finding a job, renting a rundown but affordable apartment, and missing the meals Chang used to cook for him. It wasn't until the end that he mentioned how much he missed all of them, and planned to see them soon.

Part of Chang that wished Albert would tell him about how he felt about moving back to a now unified Germany and trying to make a new life for himself, but by now he knew it was already there. Albert's letters were few and far between, but the underlying emotion in his words was strong. Geronimo was the same when he wrote to Chang--- only he was as regular as a sunrise. Pyunma was sporadic, but as he often mentioned, he was busy with helping rebuild his country, the pride he felt for people almost palpable. As for Jet... when he remembered to write, he was usually complaining about never being able to find a decent meal.

Should've learned to cook when you had the chance, Chang thought smugly. But still, infrequent nature and tempermentality aside, it was always nice to hear from Jet. It was nice to hear from all of them.

And, he supposed, it would be nice to hear from Great Britain once he left.

It was only a matter of time. Britain had mentioned his 'long-awaited' comeback to London theatre several times. As soon as he got tried of working with him at their tiny restaurant, he would be heading back to London to rekindle his career.

Chang was happy for him. The poor man had been through more than anyone should have to, and now that they were no longer living in the shadow of the Black Ghost, he was now free to start his life again. And Chang was glad he would. If anyone deserved a second chance, it would be him.

He was going to miss him.

Pushing his unusually melancholy thoughts aside, Chang put the finishing touches on his meal for the family in the dining room. Time to fetch his 'busy' waiter.

"Great Britain? Ofellow can wait, but those hungry people can't!"

The actor frowned, putting down his paperback for the first time that afternoon. "You'd think after all my monologues, you'd remember it's Othello."

"I've learned to tune you out."

"That explains so much." Great Britain grinned cheekily as he took the tray.

Occasionally, during their more heated arguments, Chang would want to defeat Black Ghost just so he wouldn't have to put up with Britain anymore. But then he'd calm down and remember that in spite (or maybe because) of his overly flamboyant personality, he was actually quite fond of him. And now, he couldn't imagine getting along without him.

He would soon, though.

"Why so glum, Chang? Did you burn the goose?" Chang had been so lost in his thoughts, he never heard Britain enter the kitchen.

He was tired of keeping it in. "You just better remember to write to me when you leave."

Great Britain blinked in surprise. "Who said anything about leaving?"

"But I thought..."

Britain smiled warmly. "I love acting. But I'm needed here. Besides, if it weren't for me, you'd probably burnt the place down by now---"

The rest of Great Britain's speech was drowned out by Chang's sobs of joy.