Author's note: I'm back! School started on Monday, but we got a Snowday today due to the crappy cold front that came through. This chapter is based on a suggestion I got from Every Wolf Has Its Howl. Capone's son Albert won't be in it, but he will be mentioned quite a bit. I hope that's okay! I wasn't sure how to write him or how to add him in since he didn't really play a huge role in history besides being Capone's son, but the idea did help a lot with this one shot. Thanks!

Warnings: None besides a little bit of angst

Disclaimer: I do not own the sandbox. I just jump the fence to play in it

Ever since they'd been transferred to the Museum of Natural History in New York, Capone had managed to avoid confronting the Frenchman. After all that went down during the Battle of the Smithsonian, there was no need for them to be near each other. He and Ivan still kept in touch, but he had not said one thing to the Frenchman since they'd arrived in New York. And that was okay with him.

What was not okay was the six French soldiers wandering aimlessly around the halls talking in French.

At first, he thought nothing of it. Until they started bumping into him and his men, ruining their poker games and interrupting their conversations. This had been going on for quite a while and he had a feeling it was because none of them could find Little Nippy.

Capone sighed in mild irritation. "Where's Nippy?" he asked, noting how they still looked rather lost and confused. "Where's your boss?" he rephrased.

The soldier nearest to him shook his head. "We don't know," he lamented. "We haven't seen him all night. And the sun rises in an hour."

"What if he's lost?" the one with the mustache, Armand if he remembered correctly, spoke. "You know how small he is?"

He had to smirk at that, finding their worried questions amusing. One of the younger looking soldier even looked like he was going to cry. "What if he's outside when the sun comes out?" he began in a rushed tone. "If he dies, then we will have failed in our job!"

They started speaking in rapid French, completely tuning out the Italian American Mobsters. Capone just shook his head, leaving the French soldiers to their mourning while he wandered down the hall. It wasn't as if Nippy was too hard to find; he was wearing a giant hat after all.

He wandered through the museum, nodding a greeting to the other exhibits as they muddled about. He was just about to give up when he spotted something odd. The light from the Gift shop was still on, though none of them went in their without Larry's permission. He lifted up the caged bar door, immediately seeing the French General.

Napoleon was surrounded by books, a few about himself and a couple others about the other displays. His eyes were heavy, though not because he was tired. They were heavy with sadness, which Capone silently admitted to himself that he didn't like. "Nippy," he began, watching as the General jumped. "What are you doing?"

Napoleon scowled. "Don't call me Nippy, idiot."

He ignored that last remark. "Nippy, you know you're men are looking for you. They're really starting to freak out and annoy everyone," he also ignored the angry look the Frenchman gave him. "And quite frankly, abandoning your friends is kind of rude."

Napoleon just sighed. "I needed a minute to myself. They didn't need to see me looking anxious," he said with less anger. A moment of silence passed between them before he spoke again. "I envy you."

"What?"

"You had a son."

He had to roll his eyes a little at that. "Well you had one too," he shot back. "And if I'm not mistaken, you had more than one."

Napoleon nodded. "But I didn't acknowledge them all," he began. "I had one boy with Marie and I never got to watch him grow up. He was four when I was exiled; too young to remember me. He probably grew up resenting the fact that I was never around."

Capone just stared at him, a little surprised to hear that confession out of him. He knew that the Emperor had been exiled for the remainder of his life, but had never really given much thought about it. Now that he did, he realized it must have been extremely lonely. Something he could relate to. "Alcatraz wasn't exactly a walk in the park for me," he began. "I didn't get to see my son, Albert, for many years. By the time I was released, he probably didn't even recognize me because I was so very sick. The last year of my life, I had the mental capacity of a twelve year old."

"But you still got to see Albert grow up. You didn't go to prison still he was fourteen."

"That's not the point. I missed birthdays, holidays, his Graduation. The only thing I didn't miss was his wedding to Diana Ruth Casey in 1941. He had four daughters, you know," he smiled though it soon fell short. "And I didn't get to spend any time with them either. Albert was embarrassed by me, so it was only natural he became a law abiding citizen. Point is, I didn't get to him a lot during his adolescent years, when boys really need their fathers."

Napoleon nodded. "You speak as if you knew him."

"What?"

The French man only rolled his eyes. "We're not real, you know. Monsieur Daley doesn't like to bring it up or talk about it, but I know we're not real. We never did any of the any of the things are namesakes did."

Bringing up a monochromatic hand, he cuffed the back of the Frenchman's head. His hat tumbled to the floor, rousing upset French words from the Emperor. Capone only looked at him without feeling sorry for hitting him. "If we can move, talk and breathe, then I say we're as real as any other human begin. Sure we turn to wax during the day, but at night we're still alive. To me, you're still Napoleon Bonaparte."

"Hm."

"You have his memories of who his was, and I have memories of who I was, so I say we're still who we are. And that's not going to change, Nippy."

Napoleon only shot him a half-hearted glare, standing up out of his pile of books. "I suppose I should go see my men."

"You probably should. They think you're lost since you're so small."

"WHAT?!"

Napoleon then stormed out of the gift shop, past all the exhibits giving him weird looks as he shouted in French for his soldiers. Capone only smiled in amusement. Maybe now things could get back to normal, at least, for now.

Okay, this one wasn't very long, but that's okay. If you guys have suggestions or ideas for future chapters, then feel free to share. It can be about anything, and I mean anything as long as it involves these two characters. I don't know if I'll involve romantic OCs in this but we'll cross that bridge when we get there. This is kind of more of a drabble fic, so I will update as often as I can. Through a child's eyes will be updated soon as well. Ta-ta for now!