"Hey Mattie! We got mail from Artie and Francey-Pants!" Alfred cheerfully announced and turned from the laptop. Matthew swallowed a chunk of his maple syrup smothered pancake before wincing at the volume of his brother.

"You don't have to be so loud in the morning," He reprimanded him before looking at the screen.

"Dude, anyone would think you're still asleep!" The American laughed and double clicked on the e-mail. Matthew let out a sigh before peering over Alfred's shoulder and began to read.

"Dear Alfred and Matthew

I hope both of you are doing all right by yourselves. Of course you are, you're fully grown nations, you're able to take care of yourselves (well, Alfred I'm not so sure about)."

"Hey! That was cruel!" Alfred exclaimed.

"Well you are irresponsible sometimes," Matthew glanced at the American.

"I'm not irresponsible!"

"Just read the e-mail." The Canadian sighed.

Alfred pouted before turning back to the screen.

"Our honeymoon on the boat I own is going splendidly and I must say I am enjoying the dominance in our, what Francis would call our "bed time fun". I won't go into graphic details for the sake of preventing your minds from being more corrupted than Francis already has with his perverse ideas. We did run into some Somalian pirates (who knew pirates would still exist today, not that I'm surprised since there have been news of them in the past) but thankfully, our pirating experience outmatched theirs so we had no trouble with dealing with them."

"Wow. Who'd had thought it?" Matthew looked at Alfred again through his spectacles.

"Yeah! I know right?" The American grinned at his brother. "Artie was a pretty badass pirate although Francis wasn't far behind."

"I think Arthur only made an alliance with the pirates just to stop the Spanish armada from invading his country."

"It's still badass though!" Alfred beamed and turned to the e-mail again along with the Canadian.

"One night while lying in bed with Francis, I reminded myself of how he and I fell in love in an isolated environment. Just like our boat floating in the middle of the ocean, we were isolated inside the prison cell (of course, you lot trapped us there against our own will) but had it not been for Ludwig and everyone else's intervention, we would have not found love in each other. In a sense, Francis and I wouldn't have got to know each other and then we wouldn't have blended our ideals together to make one big world, one that only the two of us can experience. When both of you find the one who is destined to love you for the rest of your lives, you'll know exactly how it feels to have a world within a world. It sounds cliché I know but that's the only way I can describe our feelings for each other. So I'd just like to say thank you for getting Francis and I to not only respect each other but show our love too.

As much as I want to say more, Francis is peeking over my shoulder while I'm writing this e-mail and I don't like the expression he has on his face. Thankfully his cyberphobia lets me have full reign of the laptop so he won't be able to read this e-mail again. His photographic memory however does cause me some concern so I'll finish it here. Take care of yourselves and we'll see you again next week.

Best Regards

Arthur.

Matthew stared at the screen for a while just to let the words sink in; words from the night he found out his father figure's engagement to each other, Alfred's best man's speech at the wedding and everything he said himself in regards to the situation. "I think everyone has their own little world in some aspects and then when those worlds collide, they make a bigger one and so on with more people." The Canadian spoke. "I mean there are some things that only I can share with you and no-one else Alfred."

His brother leaned back a little. "Yeah. It's like my country being a whole stew pot of different nationalities coming together, like I said that time remember?"

"Yeah," Matthew nodded and picked his maple syrup stained plate and took it towards the sink. "It's funny how they fell in love by being forced into a confined space, eh?"

"I don't think that would work for everyone," Alfred interjected and placed his hands behind his head. "But I will say this, Francis and Arthur are perfect for each other. It's too hard to ignore."

Matthew let out a laugh because he can at least admit it was true. No matter how anyone looked at it, they always had this chemistry; which provided much interest to anyone watching them converse or argue, one of the two. Matthew couldn't help but smile at the thought that Francis and Arthur being together in perfect harmony. He figured Alfred was right; their happiness in each other was too hard to ignore, their happiness in their own little world.

FIN.

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Finally! After so many distractions, writer's blocks and other things going on, I can say 'Two Rings One Wedding' is done! I only just realized this is a very short chapter/epilogue. Thank you for reading it through to the end and reviews and faves are greatly appreciated.