Louis' tea always tasted like home. Wherever he could taste his tea, William felt at home.

And he swore to protect his little brother from his plan. And to keep him safe from all of the dangers of the world, even if he was a grown man. Because Louis mattered so much to him.

As William, and his older brother, Arthur, were walking outside. The tea party they had hosted had come to an end. Louis had stayed inside with the temporary cooks.

"Do you think it was the right decision to keep Louis inside during the tea party?" the blonde asked, glancing at his older brother.

Arthur, amused by William's slight doubt, nodded. "Yes. We wouldn't want him to get any ladyfriends, would we?"

The sun was starting to set, and it casted a nice, orange glow over London. It had been a summer day, so the weather was quite nice. The sun was warm, too, so they hadn't had to worry about the floor being too wet, either.

"Hey Moran, where's Louis?" asked William, a curious expression on his face. "Is he not in?"

The sniper shook his head. "He is in, but he's asleep in his room. He was pretty exhausted after managing those cooks.