After about 3 weeks of research and setting up new identities, The manor and life in St.Ives were finally ready for the three. Napoleon Tracked down Napoleon Bonaparte's  Molitor Stradivarius violin and stole it for Nallya so that the people would know that she was a legitimate player. It was one of the most expensive violins in the world and was only known to be owned and played by 4 other people. Nallya got Illya the real blueprints for the real Spruce Goose to show his interest in aircrafts and Illya got Napoleon a black eye and an Aston Martin. The two men got caught up in an altercation the day Illya brought Napoleon to the Bristol docks to give him his new car and in the process a group of drunk sailors mistook him for a crook who burned down their mate's boat. He was unprepared for the surprise punch that came from his side. Illya got back to him and laughed.

In the manor there is a mix of a few undercover U.N.C.L.E. Agents as butlers and real butlers as butlers. Except one maid, an old lady the trio came across with during their Italian Vacation who was fired mercilessly by a store owner to hire a fine, young dame for his eyes. Napoleon's charming smile gained her trust and the old lady grew on them. They call her Mama Agata and she doesn't like it when somebody speaks wrongly about her new children. They learned that when somebody jokingly said they could kidnap the youngest brother and the other two older ones will pay them to get him back. Agata didn't like that so she threw metal pots at them.

Agata came in the library where the three resided at the very moment. Napoleon was reading and Illya putting together a wooden model kit of L'Oiseau Blanc as an addition to the many conversation pieces in the Manor. All of them took notice but she had Nallya's attention.

"Signore Will, , Ci sono persone alle porte. Hanno detto che sono il Comune." (Mr.Will, there are people at the gates. They said they are the town council.) The old woman walked passed her and slowly drew the drapes to show her the mutiple vehicles that were trying to get through the gate.

"Grazie, Mama. Grazie.Saremo giù a breve." (Thank you, Mama. Thank you. We will be down there shortly) Nallya responded as she pulled the drapes back to take a look at the gates and Agata left.

"Any of you want to see this?" The two men looked at each other and stood up cautiously and walked behind her to look outside the window.

"What are they doing here?"

"I think they have the whole town with them.."Napoleon took a closer look at the cars and recognized someone in one of them.

"Gaby..." He mumbled and Illya shot him a look.

Nallya was just there confused. Assuming that the younger of the two women in the group of cars outside was Gaby. She's heard about her. In one of the missions when they announced that Kuryakin was dead.

"I think she's undercover. She doesn't seem like the type of person to wear... those. What are those."She took a closer look and Gaby was wearing something that resembled picasso's paintings threw up on Jacqueline Kennedy's wardrobe paired with pearl earrings. Though it did look bad, Nallya thought Gaby pulled it off remarkably.

"Let's just agree that she is, but what are they doing here?"

"Let's find out."

The three walked out of the library to meet the guests at the gate.

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"Just smile and wave, boys.. smile and wave"

"Illya he said smile, not grimace."Illya lightly elbowed Nallya and her body reacted with an automatic nutshot and he winded, his hands were on his knees and he was trying to catch his breath for a good 30 seconds to regain himself and start walking again.

"That was not necessary."

"You're my brother now. Has to be believable."

Napoleon just snickered at the back and they all turned alias mode as soon as they got to the gate.

"Hello, we're the Town Council. I'm Hedderwick, but do just call me John. We'd  like to speak with the new residents of our lovely town to make sure they felt welcome." An old man, probably in his 70's or 80's, started. Everybody else who was still in the cars got out and started making their way to the front.

"Our sincerest apologies for keeping you outside our home for awhile, but we still are setting up our property.. and how rude. We are the Königs. My name's Eliot."Napoleon started as Illya opened the gates.

"This one-" he motioned at Illya who was opening the gate.

"-is James, and Will is our youngest brother."

"It's a pleasure to meet you you all. I find the town quite marvelous."Nallya said, deepening her voice. She extends her hand for a shake as soon as the first seven people had gotten in. There were at least 13 people who were there and none of the three knew their motives.

Gaby was staring at Nallya as she spoke while Nallya studied her body language. Aside from being obviously undercover to another spy, she was tense. Like she recognized Nallya from somewhere, but she shrugs it off and walks around the driveway not making anymore eye contact with people.

"Oh, please come inside. Agata makes the most palatable cup of tea, unless of course you prefer coffee or something much harder." The crowd followed as Nallya and Napoleon led them to the door. They both took note of how the group brought a wooden crate and how the other woman stood out from the group in terms of looking authoritative. Her posture was perfect and her body language was assertive. She is someone that you take a few steps away from if you ever cross paths.

Upon entering the drawing room and the rest of the group sitting down on the leather couches, Hedderwick piped up.

"We've been told that the three of you are of talent. Isn't that right, Margaret?" The woman looked at him and then the brothers.

"Oh, yes. They said that one's in the top 5 of the Grand Prix, another Strauss' and Britten's protégée and the other one of the best pilots in the world. Or did we hear wrong?"Her voice sounded so stultified as the first word of her sentence rolled out of her tongue.

"Unfortunately, those are true... would that be a bad thing?"

"Oh don't be modest and it's not. I assure you, It's just that why would the three of you live in a small town like this."

"Peaceful." The three of them replied at the same time. She nods at this and goes back to studying the interior of the manor from where she was standing.

Illya was at the corner of the room, leaning on one of the bookshelves when Agata and a few other butlers tended to the guests with trays of pastries and tea. He subtly bored at the back of Gaby's head as she takes a cup without a pastry and he imagined what could have happened between them if she wasn't already married. Quite frankly, she was and he respects the sanctity of people's marriage. He didn't really react when he found out. All he did was eject himself in any sort of emotional attachment. With the exception of Nallya and Napoleon. But nobody has to know that.

"These are quite delectable. Nothing like I've ever tasted." One of the men commented.

Napoleon waved Agata over to his side to introduce her.

"Ah. Please do pay your compliments to our dearest, Mama Agata. It's just a tip of the iceberg."He says and the group clapped. Agata smiled and put her hand over her heart in gratitude.

"Bene...Sono quelli la pasticcini verità?" (Are those the truth-pastries?) He whispered and she nodded and left the room along with the other butlers. The truth pastries were the truth serum instilled edibles that U.N.C.L.E. Developed for missions where nobody can identify ones spur. It's to subtly test out if they will tell you the truth if you asked what they were there for.

Illya walked to Nallya and Napoleon's side of the room and stood behind him. They all watched the group drink tea and eat the food before they stirred the conversation again. The serum should be working by then.

"So, we didn't really catch on, but from whom did you hear about us..exactly?" The gentleman in the blue suit seated to one of the victorian armchair answered.

"Somebody went to the council meeting and dropped a tip that the new family seemed suspicious so we all decided to investigate." He threw a hand over his mouth after saying this and everyone else just nodded in agreement before doing a double take and some spitting their tea.

"He's not lying!" Another tried to defend the statement but his words were obviously not the ones he meant to say. The three found this amusing.

"Is that why you're here?"

"No. the only reason we found you suspicious is because you knew about this manor. This is not on the maps for a reason." The woman said and she looked very irritated.

"Why would that be?"

"Because below this property is a vault full of Monet and Da Vinci's work."

"I didn't know that? Why has noone told me this?"

"Why would you tell them that!"

"Because you're young, Mr.Hemsley"

"I have no bloody idea!"

Napoleon was now far more interested in the paintings than the ongoing conversation and he was visibly stuck on the idea. Illya noticed this and he put his hand on his shoulder, snapping Napoleon out of it.

"We do that later okay, Cowboy?"Napoleon nods.

Eventually, the group was bickering and in the middle of it all was Gaby participating on the bickering with suggestions.

"Your wife thinks you cheated on her" in which Gaby would get a response like: "Did any of you wankers tell my wife about my affair?!"

It was a while, until it wore off and all of them were unconscious. Which gives the three and Gaby 5 minutes before they wake up and think they just recieved the tea.

"That should give us 5 minutes... Gaby, may we ask why you're with them?" Napoleon walked towards Gaby and sat on the wooden coffee table across her spot from the couch.

"Mission." She pulled a thread out of her blouse and dropped it somewhere unnoticeable.

"It's good to see you too." Nallya stood awkwardly beside Illya and looked anywhere but Gaby.

"Oh, this is Nallya. Nallya, this is Gaby Teller."

"I know."The girls say at the same time. They stared at each other. One surprised and one intimidated. Gaby tried not to show hers.

"I still don't get why you don't have a last name."

"I don't have to have a last name."Nallya crosses her arms over her chest and sits on the console table against the wall.

"Even Illya has a last name."Gaby says in brisk.

"Well, I'm not Illya."Nallya seethes. It was ridiculous and she knew it was going to escalate. She could see it.

"Your names rhyme."

"What does that have to do with a last name."

"Because you should have Kuryakin's. It matches your name."

"I don't have to match." With the same unchanging pitch, Nallya's firm russian accent came out and it made Gaby stand down.

"Just saying.." Nallya seemed satisfied with the end so she stopped talking.

"Does this remind you of anything?"

"Shut up, Solo."

The guests started stirring. Napoleon got back to where he was earlier and watched them resume with their tea like nothing happened.

"As I was saying, Mama Agata crafts one of the most delightful Biscottis. You should try them. They're the long cookies beside the Sospiri."Napoleon pointed at the bottom layer of the pastry stand.

"And if any of you has questions for any of us, we'd be happy to answer them." A few hands that weren't occupied with tea cups or food shot up.

"How well do you know Britten?"

"Mr.Pears introduced me to him when I was younger. I'd say not so much because I was a child and he was merely a mentor. Though he did teach me valuable lessons when it comes to music. Not just the notes."

"What is your favorite piece? Or have you written some yourself?"

"Piece...uhh.. well I do adore Rachmaninoff's work. His preludes, specifically. Picking a favorite would be a quite difficult... and I have written some myself."Nallya tugged on the sleeve of her suit and repositioned the cufflinks on her dress shirt.

"Understandable. I can't choose between Handel and Shostakovich. Keeping an open mind on styles really broadens your horizons, young man."Hedderwick says. Nallya just nods to this.

"If you don't mind, one of the youngest councilmen, Philip, has only taken interest in playing the violin not too long ago. He would love to have you as a mentor." Hedderwick motions to the man next to Gaby who just beamed at Nallya. He was a tall man; you could tell even when he's sat down. He had black curly hair and his features were like carved by Michelangelo. He was a fine looking man. Wore a suit that fit him perfectly and it brought out the blue of his eyes. Realizing all of this, the three were confused on how they missed such a well-dressed, good looking man.

Maybe because I'm already here. Napoleon thought.

Though he did appreciate how the suit hugged the guy in all the right places.

"Please, if it wouldn't be a bother. I'll clear out my schedule for a whole year for you to mentor me."he stood up, buttoning his suit with one hand and took four huge steps to get to Nallya.

She didn't really know what to do. She took one step back because this over eager man towered over her.

"I.. uh... I might have to consult the impresario. But if you'd like, I'd be glad to show you a few things right now... that is, if your company wouldn't mind?"

They all nodded and Nallya excused herself and Philip from the room.

"How charming, your youngest brother, that is. How old did you say he was?" Margaret crossed her legs and pat away the crumbs from her dress.

"He just turned 19"

"Ahh. At his age, if it ever happens again, he'd be eligible for conscription. But given he seems of a... poof nature. It would be a good thing."Hedderwick rejoins.

"Are you implying that our younger brother is a homosexual?" Not that Napoleon was condemning of the idea that Nallya-William was a homosexual man, but he felt vexed with how Hedderwick said it with the uttermost unconcealable disgust.

"He's not implying anything. Your brother is simply... too effiminate compared to the two of you." Margaret tried to deflect for her husband.

"Effeminacy is not bad" Illya spoke out correspondingly irked with the statements.

"We don't mean to be rude, but he's clearly a pansy." One commented and swallowed his words when Illya shot him a murderous glare.

"Is it because he's passionate about music rather than competition or intrepid? We're quite accepting for whatever he might like. He's an equal to us. Now, if you could excuse us, we have matters to attend to in a few-" Napoleon pauses and looks at his watch.
"-minutes. We appreciate the house warming, please do visit at another time." Napoleon walked around the guests to get to the opposite door where one of the butlers stood.

"Paul, make sure you help the guests on their way out and bag some pastries for them on the road. Also ask somebody else if they could tend to William at the Music room. Mr.Philip's company is leaving." As the group stood up huffing, excluding Gaby who appeared to be engrossed at this, a few butlers carried ribboned baskets as they led the guests on their way out.

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"It looks spectacular in person. Where-how did you get it?"Philip studied the well-preserved piano before him, taking in its little details.

"It was a gift from James and Eliot. A Museum in Salzburg, where Mozart was born, had this piano for show. They kept it together for years until they found out that the museum had to be closed down because of The Anschluß; Most of the art and original music were taken from the museum and they ignored the Piano that was collecting dust at the corner of the exhibit. After all that time passed, the owner of the museum decided he'd auction it off to re-open another museum in Austria the week Eliot and I were visiting James. It was my birthday so they decided to take me to the auction on our second night and I was ecstatic and shocked. I'd never expected to recieve something so.... momentous."Nallya expressed this like it was her real childhood. Sadly, at the back of her head she knew this was the closest thing she'd ever have to that. A fake one.

"It is truly extraordinary.. You must be glad to have your older brothers."

"I mean.. They're the ones who raised me.."

The room lulled. Until a butler knocked on the door.
"Mr.William, your older brother asked me to notify you of the guests departure."

"Thank you.. uh.. Alfred?"

"Right, sir."

"Yes, thank you. For notifying me. You can go back to what you're doing, I'll show Philip the way out."
The butler nodded and left.

"If you actually want to learn to play the violin, you can reach the household on this number.." Nallya took a piece of paper and fumbled around for a pen, but she could only find a pencil. The one she 'uses' to write music with.

"I really appreciate you letting me take your time. I promise I won't waste it."

"I'll show you the exit."They both started walking down the hallway to the staircase.

"Kings of St.Ives"Philip whispered when they've reached the top right side of the split stairs.

"What?" Nallya stopped walking down.

"Kings of St.Ives. That's what your family would be called because König translates to Kings."

"Mhmm... has a nice sound to it.. I think you have to get going, the council is waiting for you outside. I'd walk you there, but I have things I have to do."

"Thank you, William! I'll reach out soon." The tall man gave Nallya a hug and slightly lifted her from the ground.

"No problem. Farewell."Philip fixed his suit after letting go of her and gave her a little wave before jogging outside.

"I thought I only hated Americans... I have never been so wrong." A voice said behind Nallya.

"How so? They seemed nice. Philip was very avid and lovely." She replied knowing fully well it was Illya behind her. If she ever missed that accent there might be something wrong with her.

"They insulted you in your absence."

"Is that why they left early?"

"They left early because Napoleon was not having it."

"That bad?"

"They're irrationally repulsed by homosexuals.. or anyone who tends to act feminine."

"I thought Napoleon would be the first to agree with that."

"Cowboy has sex with everything that moves. How much do you think he agrees with something that is against that."

"Good point..."