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Lessons (Part 1, 5/6)

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1849

"England?"

"Ah, Matthew, just who I wanted to speak to." Arthur smiled. "Congratulations on how well the province has been going, since the Union. Lord Elgin tells me that elections have been a little rough, but we'll pull through, eh?"

He shook his head, smiling. "England, my governor-general sent me with a message."

"What?" He frowned. "Why couldn't he send it himself?"

Canada fought the urge to flinch. Steel, he thought to himself. Canada was only a province, but he had to stand up for his people. "He will be signing the Rebellion Losses Bill." He straightened his shoulders.

England frowned. "But he disagrees with it."

"Yes. However, it is the will of the people and the government, if not the elites, so he is giving his assent."

His head shot up. "Lord Elgin is opposing both the Compact and the Clique?"

"Yes, sir. He is adapting Lord Durham's recommendations, if you remember."

"Of course I remember! But responsible government is still an experiment in Nova Scotia, how in the blazes does he expect this to work in your godforsaken province?"

Back straight, eyes on England's. "Trial and error, I expect."

"They're not going to like it."

"Oui, but the anglos are vastly outnumbered in Lower Canada. It's time the people had a voice that wasn't controlled by a wealthy few."

England's gaze swept over him. "... You're serious about this."

"Absolutely."

And Arthur leaned back in his chair. "Next thing I know, you'll be asking for independence."

Matthew laughed. "You don't have to worry about that, dad, we still have too much to do first."

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"It's time, Matthieu."

"Don' wanna get up."

A chuckle. "Even so. There still needs to be a formal ceremony of exchange, and you still need to get dressed."

Flail as neatly pressed clothes are dumped on his head, then a slow slide out of bed and into the trousers. "Do you know if I'll get a chance to speak to Guadeloupe and Martinique after the ceremony?"

"Perhaps. England has planned a banquet for this evening, in the spirit of 'friendship.'"

"To remind everyone of their places beneath the great British Empire."

"Careful, kitten. That sort of thing needs to stay in your head from now on."

"Mm." Allow the other to brush his hair while he does up his own buttons. "Francis?"

"Yes?"

"... I love you."

The brush pauses, resumes its motion. "And I wish that Guadeloupe was in shape to be transferred instead of you. However, I'm proud of how far you’ve progressed. Arthur will have no idea what he's dealing with."

That wasn't an answer, and they both know it.

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