It was the middle of May. Lloyd was nineteen, François finally stopped being ill, and he didn't have anymore royal work. They already went to a few Nordic countries. Every time they went somewhere, they brought the flag and hung it up in the kitchen. So far, they have Canada, Serbia, Sweden, Vagu, Spain, Norway, Denmark, Greenland, and Finland hanging up by the fridge. Next month, they wanted to go to South Korea to see Lloyd's family. It would be so much fun!

Lloyd sat in the library in their house, playing the grand piano as the window gave the room fresh air and the sound of birds chirping. He played Ave Marie and sung like Alessandro Moreschi. He could reach the notes without worry, but it in a way, it made him feel bad for the original singer. His voice came naturally, and he didn't need any risky surgery. When he finished and went to the kitchen for water, he got a text from François.

"Baby ! Im bringing wine 🍷 I need 2 talk shit with u 🗣"

"Ok ! 🥰"

He smiled when he remembered how his husband would tease him about his use of emojis and weird grammer when they started dating. He used to talk all serious when he texted, and now look. Lloyd corrupted him.

The other wouldn't be home for two hours. He went to lay in bed. He saw Ginger's long ears before she jumped up and laid on François' side. The redhead didn't let the animals on the bed, saying he didn't want it smelling like dogs or having annoying little hairs on the bed. But since Lloyd was going to change the sheets anyways, he allowed all the dogs and the bunny on the bed. Apple curled up with Ginger as Blueberry laid her tiny head on Lloyd's chest. The big boy put his face in his armpit, making him laugh.

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He woke up before François got home, feeling warm and contented that everyone stayed on the bed with him. He removed the girls and struggled with Benjamin, who weighed more than his owner and was incredibly lazy. Once he finished that workout, he changed the once white sheets and blanket to navy blue. He sprayed the bed with lemon febreze.

The other came home soon after when he was reading in the living room. He had two bottles of wine, jam, and a long baguette. He laid on the couch and put his head on Lloyd's lap. He sighed as he felt his curls being played with.

"Girl, oh my gosh." He flipped over to face the shorter. He looked surprisingly beautiful from this angle. His white eyelashes, which were very hard to see just by looking at him, were long and lushes. His eyes of lavender were looking straight at him. His lips were formed into a gentle smile. He looked like a mother. Instead of fear, he felt eased.

"What happened?" Lloyd poured half a glass of wine and sipped it.

"So I was getting this lady's order ready, right?" He sat up, his nose feeling stuffy for a minute. "And she's talking all loud and crazy with her 'man.' So I tell her stupid bread is done, and do you know what this dumb bitch did?"

"Nah." He cut François a piece of the stupid bread.

"Thanks. She was like, 'sir, I wanted shoes. The fuck is this?!'" Lloyd giggled as the other tiredly poured a glass. "And I'm like, 'this is what you asked for!' Oh my God, sweetheart, she started arguing with me so loud that two people in line walked out! She left when I threatened to call police if she didn't shut the fuck up."

"Oh my." He patted his back. "Such a bitch."

"Yeah, thank goodness she didn't stay long." He cut Lloyd a piece and put apple jam on it. "Tell me about your day."

"Didn't really do much, played some piano and that's kinda it."

"Oh, at least you weren't stressed." He turned on the TV. "Wanna watch Family Business?"

"Totally."

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They got quite tipsy by the evening. With only one bottle of wine and half the bread left, they got up to dance to music on the radio in the kitchen. They were laughing when they kept kissing each other's teeth by accident, red in the face and bumping into things. The sun was making the kitchen golden and their eyes water as they played Lovers Rock and attempted to dance before falling on top of each other, laughing their asses off.

By night, they both slumped on the edge of the bed, making out and drunkenly trying to get each other naked. Only Lloyd's t-shirt ended up getting taken off before they crawled into bed, giggling under the covers as they rolled around, kissing and tickling each other.

After an hour of nonsense and laughter, they fell asleep on each other. Lloyd was hugging François' head as the other held his skinny waist. The squishmallows were on the floor for the little girls to sleep on. Benjamin chewed one up, feeling guilty but continued until there was only white fluffy stuffing all around his crate.

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Royal trumpets woke them up early in the morning. They sprung up and looked on bewildered as the dogs barked.

"Is something wrong with my father?!" Lloyd asked, disoriented and slightly panicked as François held his arm, looking on with worry and confusion.

"No!" The guards were wearing white and gold, abnormal from their usual black and red uniforms. One of them held a scroll and read with a powerful voice, "On the date of May 15, 2019, the country of Vagu declares Lloyd John Dauphiné Doh-Sauveterre, Prince of Wales, as their king!" The two gasped, their jaws on the floor. "He is to report to the country to prepare for his royal coronation immediately with Prince François Doh-Sauveterre Dauphiné." They blew the trumpets so loud that Blueberry started whimpering. "GOD SAVE OUR KING!" They saluted him. "Your carriage awaits to bring you to the airport! Bring only what's necessary, we will bring the rest!"

François, shocked, exclaimed as the two men walked out the room, "Can we bring our animals?!"

"Most certainly!"

The couple stared at each other. Lloyd didn't know what to say. François hugged him, putting a piece of hair behind his ear.

"Let's...let's just get the things ready..."

VICTORIA REGINA: QUEEN VICTORIA RECEIVING THE NEWS OF HER ACCESSION- Henry Tanworth Wells