The Cuckoo comes in April 9

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“A little sad ending, though...”

Illya suddenly realized his partner was talking. Sad ending?

Napoleon chuckled softly. “She comes in April, they're in love in May, then she leaves and finally dies.”

The blond man turned to his partner, which caused him to unintentionally lean against said partner's arm. Very naturally, Napoleon's hand rested on the Russian's back.

Napoleon had tilted his head back, eyes closed, smiling at the sunlight.

“There's...” Illya took a quick breath. “There's an English rhyme... about the cuckoo.

The cuckoo comes in April,
Sings a song in May:
Then in June another tune,
And then she flies away.

Simon drew his inspiration from this, probably.”

Napoleon didn't move his hand away.

Illya didn't move either.

 

 

 

 

 

“A little sad ending, though...”

Illya suddenly realized his partner was talking. Sad ending?

Napoleon chuckled softly. “She comes in April, they're in love in May, then she leaves and finally dies.”

The blond man turned to his partner, meeting expectant eyes. “There's an English rhyme about the cuckoo.” The expectant look mingled with a hint of amusement. Of course. The Russian shook his head. “Paul Simon drew his inspiration from this, probably.”

Then he closed his eyes, smiling at the sun.

“Illya?” Napoleon rolled his eyes at the innocent - but not angelic – face. “The rhyme, please?”

Illya complied obligingly.

"The cuckoo comes in April,
Sings a song in May:
Then in June another tune,
And then she flies away."