Chapter 39

The World Fair occurred on a bright Saturday morning, at the end of March. The school grounds were transformed into a maze of booths and performers, as kids from all years celebrated their cultural backgrounds. They'd both put a great deal of work into organizing it, but on the actual day of the event, Alfred and Arthur were free to roam about and enjoy the festival. They walked hand in hand, talking about whatever popped into their heads.

"Alfred, do you like living in America?" Arthur asked. The taller boy shrugged, and then glanced around secretively as if he was being lured into a trap.

"I can come out of the closet and my dad won't care—if I get quoted saying something un-American, well, that's a totally different thing."

"I promise I won't sell your comments to the tabloids, Alfred. Don't you think we're a bit beyond that?" Arthur joked.

"Well not you obviously, but you never know who's listening. Your dad saw the pictures of us at that concert, by the way. He called me to make sure you were only drinking coke."

"Good grief," Arthur muttered, though it lacked any real venom.

"Well, considering how you dance, does it really surprise you people think you're a little tipsy?" Alfred asked. Arthur swatted him, though it wasn't very hard, and then went back to holding his hand.

"I am a great dancer. My dancing ability is only surpassed by my cooking skill," Arthur bragged. Alfred just laughed.

"Why would you ask me that, though?" Alfred said, returning to their earlier topic. Blushing a little, Arthur just shrugged. They had stopped in the vague vicinity of a booth about Belarus, and Alfred was glancing at it quizzically. Noting his confused expression, Arthur sighed.

"It's a country, Alfred."

"Seriously? How do you pronounce it? Bel-air-us? Like, if you were royalty there, you'd be the Prince of Belair…us?"

"No. And don't you dare start that ridiculous American television show rap song. That is most definitely not how you pronounce it, and let's move a little further away before they hear you. If you want tabloid fodder, that's it."

"Ha! I really don't think my fellow Americans would care about that sort of slip-up. They're probably just as clueless as me. And Will Smith is an awesome rapper—just for the record."

"Likely they wouldn't care. Cluelessness aside…that's not why I was asking. I'm not implying you don't like America, or think like an American…more like I was wondering if you'd have to live there," Arthur said, "you know…to be happy," he added, when Alfred still looked confused.

"Err…why wouldn't I live in America?" Alfred asked. Arthur groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Alfred, haven't you realized it yet? I live here, in Britain, and you live thousands of miles away in America. Sure, it's not an issue while we're in school together, but what about after?" Arthur asked, blushing slightly. Alfred grinned at him.

"First you talk about our future kid, and now you're figuring out where we're gonna live in four years?" he confirmed. Arthur stared at him challengingly.

"So what if I am?" he replied. Alfred just grinned happily and kissed him on the nose.

"You wouldn't be you if you didn't plan. But I'm not too worried. It'll all work out somehow, I'm sure of it!" Alfred said brightly. Arthur's expression slipped into a frown.

"What about this summer? Have you thought about that?" he asked, drawing to a halt and tugging Alfred around to face him.

"I'll be at camp. My parents send me to a camp every summer. It'll probably be football again this year. I'll write to you lots, though!"

"But we won't see each other for nearly three months," Arthur pouted. Alfred didn't seem upset enough about that fact to reassure him. The taller boy smiled at him and pulled him closer for a hug.

"We can chat online. I know it'll seem like forever, but it'll go by fast! We'll both have super fun summers, and then we'll be together again in Washington. I can show you around. Maybe you can even come early for my birthday party!"

"You're supposed to be sad to be away from me," Arthur pouted. Alfred, however, just grinned at him.

"We've got our whole lives to spend together, Artie! What's the big deal about a few weeks?"

"I guess…when you put it like that. You really don't think I'm crazy for thinking about our future together?"

"You're the sensible, smart one that plans all that stuff out. I'm just arm candy. Now come on! I wanna go see the kung fu demonstration."

His doubts eased, Arthur held onto Alfred's hand more tightly and went about enjoying the festival with him.

USUK

With April came elections, and Alfred and Arthur's two month anniversary. It felt like so much longer. Arthur was bold and ran for Vice President. He won by a very narrow margin, beating out a junior who was so upset by the loss that she quit the club. Yao made secretary, but Basch was beat out by an older student for treasurer. Alfred, being Alfred, had created the position of student council mascot, ran for the position uncontested, and declared himself the winner. He then told everyone that the official duties of the student council mascot were to support, in every possible way, the efforts of the student council Vice President. Upon hearing the duties of the fictitious job, Meghan challenged Alfred post-election to the title and the issue was settled by water balloon duel.

For the most part, Arthur ignored it.

But there was more to contend with in April than just elections. As part of a very special Hero Club Mission, Alfred and Arthur had agreed to make an appearance on a respected talk show. It seemed surreal, to leave behind the school so early that it was dark outside, and drive to the television studio.

Alfred was nervous, Arthur could tell, but like he usually did when a good cause was involved, the American boy powered through his discomfort. His nerves didn't really start to show until they were standing on the edge of the set, with the cameras rolling.

"Don't be so nervous. It's just talking, and I'll be there to smooth over any rough patches," Arthur promised. Alfred nodded, and looked over the notes his parents had e-mailed him for the millionth time.

"I know it's important, but I'm kinda nervous talking to everyone about us, you know?" Alfred said. Truth be told, Arthur was nervous, too. They hadn't made any official statements, though everyone already knew they were together and gossip ran rampant on the subject.

"We're going to be in the media spotlight likely our whole lives. It's unavoidable really. You might not always be the President's son, but I'll always be a royal. I'm sorry that it's a package deal," Arthur said, biting his lip. Alfred quickly looked up from his notes and gave Arthur's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Don't be sorry for who you are. We may be famous, but it doesn't matter and it never has—not when it's just you and me. We'll do this for a good cause and then go back to pretending like the media doesn't exist, okay?"

"Alright," Arthur said with a smile. "That sounds good to me."

"And here with us today, we have two remarkable young men—His Highness, Prince Arthur Kirkland, and the son of the U.S. President, Alfred Jones. Come on out, boys," the host announced with a large smile. Falling into an old habit when walking side by side, Alfred's hand curled around Arthur's.

A few people in the audience 'aww'd over the gesture, and the way that both of the teens blushed a little and darted nervous glances at each other.

"You boys look nervous!" the host chattered. Alfred stared wide-eyed at the camera and Arthur cleared his throat a bit awkwardly, wiping his sweaty palms against his trousers.

"A little, but we're glad for the chance to talk to you about such an important topic today," Arthur said.

"That's right. Our show's theme today is highlighting the amazing work of young people, and Alfred has started a pretty remarkable club at his school, haven't you, Alfred?"

"Err, yes ma'm." The host smiled encouragingly.

"Why don't you tell us about it?" she encouraged. Alfred blinked like a startled baby deer and his voice cracked nervously when he spoke.

"Oh! Right…um…it's about…helping people—called the Hero Club—and about…err…"

"About improving our school for members of the student body, and naturally, helping our community as best we are able," Arthur finished smoothly.

"And you recently worked with your school's photography club to coordinate a fundraiser that, as of today, has raised more than 300,000 pounds for a charity that supports peacekeeping operations all over the world. That's amazing work, boys…and that's a lot of calendars."

"It was Laura's idea—she's the photography club President," Alfred added. The host smiled, showing too many teeth.

"She's also the photographer of some images that have become rather famous. Let's take a look! Now this is the cover of the magazine, right? And this…this is the photo representing the historical alliance between the U.K. and America," she said, as the rather steamy images flashed behind them. Alfred half-turned to glance at them, and grinned a bit cheekily at the audience's reaction.

"You're so hot in that one," he said to Arthur, perhaps forgetting he had a microphone on. Arthur blushed and the audience laughed. Alfred looked sheepish, and remembered his nervousness instantly.

"And that brings us to your new mission, which is to raise awareness for homosexual teenagers combating homophobia and bullying in high school. Now this is an issue you've had personal experience with, at the start of this year, right?" she asked, slipping easily into a serious persona. Gaining his courage, Alfred spoke up.

"Yeah. It's hard enough starting a new school, but it can get really nasty if people think you're different. One of my best friends was harassed at the start of this year really badly."

"It's how they became friends. Alfred stood up to the bullies for him," Arthur said proudly. Alfred shrugged off the praise, even though the audience was 'aww'-ing over him again.

"And I had a rough time of it on the rugby team at first, too, but what I've learned is that if you hang tough, people will accept you for who you are. You can't let anyone tell you that you don't have worth because you're different…Arthur taught me that, really."

"That's not to say teens should go around picking fights, because it can get really dangerous," Arthur added, "And the best solution is always finding an adult, but being confident in who you are and communicating honestly with people is how we'll reduce homophobia and bullying—because it's just ignorance," Arthur said.

"It is so impressive that you both are so devoted to community service at such a young age, but considering your parents, I guess it shouldn't really surprise anyone. How do your parents feel about your relationship? Were they supportive?" The host asked. Arthur and Alfred shared an awkward laugh.

"It was a little rocky at times—" Arthur began.

"—But they're really supportive overall. It's…err…really affected my dad, especially, and I know he's trying to do more for gay rights back in the states because of it," Alfred said, the pre-rehearsed line coming out blessedly smooth.

"And some of those policies he's suggesting aren't so popular. How does that make you feel, Alfred?" the host asked.

"What? You mean about gay marriage and stuff like that?" Alfred laughed and glanced teasingly at Arthur. "He's the one that's already planning what we're gonna name our kids. So, ya know, if the American people don't let him marry me and have his dream wedding, that's all on them. I'm not gonna hold him back," Alfred joked.

Arthur, for his part, blushed dark red as the audience laughed.

"I do not have a dream wedding. I do think marriage is important and…and…I have thought about it…but only because my mum has always said that there's not much point in dating if you aren't looking for the love of your life."

"And is that how you'd describe Alfred?" the host asked. Alfred nudged his shoulder playfully against Arthur's.

"Yeah, Arthur, is that how'd you describe me?"

"Oh shut up, you git. You know I would," Arthur replied, his cheeks bright red.

"Well, I think pretty much everyone will agree that you two make a very cute couple, but let's open up questions to the audience, shall we? They've got some questions about your new cause, and of course, about your relationship, too."

A random woman in the audience stood up and was passed a microphone.

"The video that leaked to the internet a few months back presents a very different image of you than what we're seeing today. How do you feel about that video now?" she asked Arthur. Arthur frowned a bit, and Alfred looped his arm around the other boy's shoulders in a show of support.

"All teenagers make mistakes. I'm not perfect and I've never claimed to be. I fell in with a bad crowd for awhile and I didn't make the best choices. Luckily, Alfred cared enough not to give up on me. It kind of ties in with the cause we're here to talk about, because peer pressure is a huge part of it, and I think teens just aren't very well equipped to handle it. I disappointed my parents, but mostly I disappointed myself. It was embarrassing, and obviously, that's not how I'd like for the world to see me," Arthur commented. Alfred was impressed, and growing more and more nervous that the next tough question would be directed at him.

"You boys obviously have good hearts, and it's clear that you really care for each other, but don't you think you're a little young for the level of commitment you're talking about? You both seem very sure of who you are for only being fifteen. While you've got a good cause, aren't your parents concerned about letting you become the new poster boys for the homosexual community?"

"Err, I think that was several questions," Arthur joked lightly, passing the question off to Alfred with a glance. His boyfriend shifted a bit in his seat and shrugged.

"Maybe people who are older and wiser think it's just a phase, but that's not how we feel about it, and that's not how a lot of teens facing homophobia in their schools every day feel about it. It's our reality. I guess what I'm saying is that I'd like to live in a world where it's okay to be different, and it's okay to love whoever you want to love. As for me, I love Arthur. We might be young, but he's my best friend in the whole world, and he means everything to me," Alfred said, speaking with unshakeable confidence on the topic of his love for Arthur. Watching them, it was very hard to think there was any weight to the suggestion they were just going through a phase.

"And just to follow up, how do you feel about suddenly representing many of your peers and the homosexual community, and your parents' role in that?" the host asked, from her spot amongst the audience members.

"We're just glad we have the opportunity to raise awareness like this, and that we have the support of our parents in starting a program in schools to fund anti-bullying education, to make it safer for other teens out there like us. Our club is going to continue to raise funds for this goal, and we don't mind standing up for other teens who don't have a voice while facing such serious issues," Arthur replied.

"Well it's been a delight to have you boys on the show, and for more information about how you can donate to the Hero Club's anti-bullying campaign, or to purchase the calendar to benefit global peacekeeping, you can go to our website. Thank you both, and it's been an honor to meet you," the host said, firmly shaking their hands before they (gratefully) exited the set.

"Oh thank god that's over," Alfred said, immediately loosening his tie.

"That was brutal…but we did okay, don't you think?" Arthur confirmed. Alfred nodded.

"Yeah! I mean, I think we did good," as he said this, Alfred flipped open his phone, which was filing up with messages from his friends and classmates. "Yeah, Mattie says we did good," he snorted with laughter, "and Ivan says the host had the hots for us."

Arthur just rolled his eyes. Being a young, fairly famous couple certainly wasn't easy, but they were tackling it together.

USUK

Before anyone knew it, April had rolled into May, and the original members of the Hero Club were hunkered down in the library furiously studying for finals. Someone had brought the recently published yearbook, and during their few study breaks, they were flipping through the pages and laughing at the memories of their first year.

"Oh man, look at my start of the year picture! My face looks like a freakin' pizza!" Alfred complained. Laughing, Mattie snatched his book and gave Alfred a fake mustache and beard.

"There ya go. Lots of guys grow facial hair to cover pimples," Mattie said. Francis flipped a few pages ahead, to images taken at the Halloween Ball. He grinned widely at Mattie's bunny costume.

"I think that was when I really fell in love with you, mon cher. How could have not? You looked so cute, and you were so worried about impressing me," Francis teased. Mattie blushed lightly and shifted attention to Yao.

"That dance was right after we threw Yao his birthday party. You didn't really hang out with us much before then," Mattie said. "And I think my bunny costume is slightly better than Yao's panda suit. At least me and Francis had a costume theme going," Mattie defended. Yao grabbed the book and smiled at the way Ivan and Alfred were captured mid-wrestle in the forefront of the photo. The sight of Ivan dressed as a gangster should have bothered him, but the brief memories it summoned were short and not too painful. He'd really healed a lot since Christmas break, and it was largely thanks to Ivan's consistency.

"We started flirting that night," Yao said, passing the book to Ivan. "Remember? Up in the bell tower."

"That was so scary. We never figured out what happened up there," Alfred trailed off, his face pale. Arthur rolled his eyes.

"We all got really drunk, some of us for the first time, and got scared of our own shadows. We don't need Sherlock Holmes for that one," Arthur said.

"Ah, look—school club pictures. There we are. That was back when we still held the meetings in the basketball gym so Alfred and I could work out when nobody showed up to his stupid club meetings," Ivan reminisced with a dark chuckle. While a photo of the expanded club was included as well, Alfred had a nostalgic fondness for the photo of the original members, and he'd wanted it included on their club page.

"Oh, look, there's hazing week—do you still have that tutu, Alfred?" Mattie joked. Alfred rolled his eyes.

"Oh hardy har har har. Very funny."

"But yes, he does, and he wears it whenever he gets in the mood to dance around singing awful American pop music at the top of his lungs," Arthur added with a mischievous grin. Mattie smiled back and flipped the page, pointing out himself with his book club in the library, and then chuckling at the photo of Arthur sitting with a group of girls doing needlepoint.

"And there's the Christmas dance pictures…let's skip those, please," Francis said drolly, trying in vain to snatch the book. Matthew, however, frowned and held it away from his grasp, his soft eyes searching the pictures.

"There's me…waiting by myself at the punch bowl with Gilbert. Your drunk ass hadn't shown up yet," Matthew said pointedly, directing a glare Francis's way.

"Jerk," Alfred added, throwing his own scowl at Francis.

"You kissed my boyfriend!" Francis protested. Alfred scowled.

"Yeah? Well you dated mine! So there!"

"He wasn't your boyfriend then, retard. You were still flailing around in your closet dealing with your mommy issues…you were not yet the smooth talking poster boy for gay teens around the world," Francis said mockingly. Alfred just stuck out his tongue.

"Moving on, please. I don't think any of us want to linger over Christmas memories," Arthur surmised quite accurately.

"Hey! Here are the photos from the school trip around London. That's a really good one of Emily," Alfred commented.

"Aww, they didn't include that one of you pulling off Arthur's trousers in front of his grandmother," Francis said with mock regret. Once again, Alfred retaliated by sticking out his tongue.

"Yeah, well, let's skip to gym photos so we can see Francis's photo mixed in with the girls' photos," Alfred teased. Predictably, Arthur snorted with laughter. Francis hadn't really done much over the course of the year to embarrass himself—ever graceful and smooth—but the gender confusion on the part of their gym teacher was an inside joke that never failed to amuse.

"This page has everyone's quotes about their vacations. I heard they had one in here about Ivan killing someone but they edited it out," Alfred remarked with a remarkable lack of sensitivity. Ivan whacked his friend upside the back of his head hard enough to make him yelp in pain.

"Oh yeah? Well I heard someone mentioned the dick reduction surgery you had over break, and they edited that out. Is it still burning when you piss?"

"It only burns when I think of you," Alfred replied…only to pause and wince. "That didn't come out right."

"That's what he said," Yao chirruped, before happily turning another page.

"Ugh, that photo of me is terrible. Hey! Who added that bit of writing? That was not my official campaign slogan," Arthur insisted. Underneath his campaign image, someone had added in shiny marker, Vote Kirkland for VP…or his eyebrows will eat you ALIVE!

Mattie winced and sheepishly shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry. Gilbert was messing around with my book earlier."

"Arse," Arthur muttered under his breath. "Oh…that's a good one of you, Alfred," Arthur said.

"Yeah, 'cept everyone knows I missed that pass," Alfred retorted glumly, referring to the photo of himself stretching gracefully to catch the ball in his rugby gear, looking like the star player with the ball only inches from his fingertips.

"Well, your grandkids don't have to know that," Mattie replied with a smile.

"My grandkids also don't need to know that Susan Meyers wants to…lick my nipples? What kind of a farewell message is that? Who does that? I don't even know her. For all she knows, my parents might look at this book," Alfred grumbled as he flipped to the back of his own book and quoted one of the random comments left by girls he didn't even know. He'd given his book to a rugby mate and it had come back defaced with numbers of nearly every single girl in the school, and the numbers of some who were not single at all.

Sure enough, the mega-popular shot of Alfred shirtless in his jeans was included in the Valentine's Day section, and it made a sharp contrast to the photo of the awkward, gangly, pimple faced teen who appeared in the school photos at the beginning of the book.

"Kinda hard to believe you fell for me when I still looked like this guy," Alfred said, flipping between the two photos and directing his comment towards Arthur. The British royal just glanced up at him from his text book and smiled.

"Honestly, you've always looked handsome to me. I don't know why everyone is making such a fuss about it now," he said.

"Oh come on—I know you're blinded by love, but you have to admit that Alfred hit a major growth spurt and looks totally different. I wouldn't even guess these two guys were the same person," Matthew said.

"Well, that one is heavily edited."

"Not that heavily edited. You turned into a hunk. Just admit it," Mattie said. Francis scowled, and Matthew hastily added, "Of course, all those muscles don't really do it for me. Now give me a guy who knows how to wear plaid…now that's sexy."

Francis rolled his eyes, but was satisfied with the amendment.

"So what's everyone doing this summer?" Alfred asked, closing his own yearbook with an air of finality, clearly ready to move on to bigger and better things.

"I'm going back home—nothing really special planned," Mattie said. "I'll probably get a summer job."

"And I'll probably get bored after a week with my mother and fly to Canada, to rescue you from the tedium of your quaint summer job," Francis said with a roguish grin.

"And then it's off to Washington for next year," Mattie finished with a smile. Francis sighed at the thought of spending a whole year in America.

"Lovely," he quipped sarcastically.

"Yao is coming to stay with me in Russia. Hopefully this visit will be less exciting, da?" Ivan said mildly. Yao seemed nervous about the idea of leaving the sanctuary of World Academy in London, and nobody really blamed him. In dating Ivan, he had made some powerful enemies, and unlike his boyfriend, wasn't well equipped to handle them.

Still, he made the effort to smile shakily.

"I have learned a lot of Russian. I think it will be a very interesting trip. I am excited to meet Ivan's sisters…he tells me I'm a lot like them," Yao said. Ivan shook his head in mock horror.

"Three three of them, all in one room—if I start drinking now, I might be drunk enough by the time we get there," Ivan joked. Yao glared and gave Ivan a weak swat to his burly shoulder.

"What about you, Arthur?" he asked. The royal shrugged.

"Not much really. My brother Patrick is going to take me to some concerts, but nothing set in stone," Arthur said.

"And you, Alfred?" Yao asked.

"Football camp. It's official as of this morning. It's a super elite camp—I'll be training with former NFL players! It's gonna be awesome. Oh, and I'm getting these stupid braces off, hopefully in time for my birthday…which, by the way, all you totally have to attend. It's gonna be a huge party—Fourth of July! I'm inviting, like, the whole school."

"That will be interesting, I'm sure. I might come," Francis said.

"We will still be in Russia," Ivan said. Alfred looked momentarily sad, but recovered quickly when Arthur assured him that he would, of course, fly in for the occasion.

"So…I guess this is it, then. We take our finals tomorrow and then we all go separate ways. Next time we see each other, we'll be sophomores. Man, it went by fast, eh?" Matthew mused.

"It's been a crazy year. Heh, if next year is half as crazy, I might not make it till graduation, guys," Alfred joked.

"If you don't pass your finals, you really won't make it to graduation. Study break is over," Arthur said crisply, dragging them all back into focus with his sharp tone. With a groan, Alfred returned to pouring over every little detail of his history notes.

USUK

"This is it…our last night in this dorm room. I'm gonna miss this bed," Alfred said, his voice filled with surprising emotion. Arthur gave him a pointed look as he emerged from the bathroom in his robe.

"Oh now you're going to get all sappy? Is it just sinking in that you'll be getting on a plane tomorrow morning and all of this will be over?" Arthur asked.

"It won't be over, Artie—don't day that!" Alfred protested, clutching Pinky tightly. Arthur sighed and settled on the bed beside his boyfriend.

"That was a poor choice of words. It won't be over…it will just be different," he said.

"And change is good, right?" Alfred said with forced cheer. Arthur leaned against his side, feeling some tears slide down his cheeks.

"Of course it will be…but I'll miss this…I'll miss walking through the hall every day and seeing the spot where you told everyone, on the very first day of school, that you were going to make me love you."

"Heh…yeah…and I'll miss all the times we spent lying here and just talking for hours…this is where we…for the very first time."

"We're both ridiculously rich, right? Maybe they'll sell us the bed," Arthur joked. Alfred wiped at his own runny eyes and gave a playful bounce just to make the frame squeak.

"Nah…it's gonna fall apart soon. We sure as heck didn't go easy on it."

"Easier, I'd imagine, than Francis and Matthew went on theirs," Arthur said with a snort.

"Don't you mean Francis, Matthew, and Gilbert?"

"We were having a touching moment. Can we go back to that?" Arthur teased. With a laugh, Alfred wrapped his arm around Arthur's shoulders and simply stared at the room where it had all started between them.

Soon it would be a new year, a new room, and new challenges for the two of them.

"You better write me e-mails all the time," Arthur said, his voice sounding thick.

"I will. I promise I will. And I'll miss you like crazy," Alfred said, as he tenderly pressed a kiss against Arthur's choppy locks.

"So what do you say to one more time in this bed, for old time's sake?" Arthur said, crying openly now. Alfred brushed away his tears with the pads of his thumbs and kissed Arthur soundly.

"Not for old time's sake…to tide us over 'till we see each other again. I'll probably have to sleep on the flight tomorrow, because I think I'm going to need a lot of tiding over."

"Say the words and we can tide each other over all summer. I could go to football camp," Arthur said, knowing even as the words passed his lips that he most certainly did not want to go to football camp.

"Liar," Alfred accused, with a fond smile. Instead of responding, Arthur stripped out of his shirt and crawled into his boyfriend's lap, soaking up his kisses and his touches like a sponge, knowing it was going to be a long, long summer without him.

A/N: Wow. Is anyone as surprised as me that I finished this thing in roughly three months, that it got over 1000 reviews, and that I still love this fic as much as I did the day I started writing it? Lol, everyone should be very surprised. But wow. Of course, I have to give a HUGE thank you to everyone who reviewed, and stuck with me throughout this entire thing. I've still got a ton of new fics planned, and while I'm excited to write them, I'm really glad that the boys still have three more years to go if I ever get too nostalgic and have to return to this story. If I do, I'll just add onto this one, that way all my faithful reviewers will know via alert that I'm back. It might not be anytime soon, though. I think I need a break from writing for awhile, lol!

I will also be going back through in the near future (certainly before continuing the story) and updating chapters and fixing errors, though I'm going to try not to change anything major content wise.

Once again, thanks for sticking with me! I hope you all were happy with the ending!