Author's Notes:
The inner AusxHun fan in me refused to stop pestering me until I give them a happier ending...
You don't have to read this if you want to keep the rather bitter feeling left at the end of the first one.

Disclaimers:
Hetalia does not belong to me.

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Eva
(Additional Ending)

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It turns out that he hasn't died after all.

It had been very close. If he had not been separated from his brother and had been called "East" (aptly named - he had forever been calling his brother "West" anyway), he probably would have stayed in whatever "nation heaven" exists.

He's not sure if he should thank Russia for that - he is hugely responsible for it. But damn it, he hates that man more than Austria and Hungary combined.

Oh, and he likes being called "Prussia". Nobody is going to take that away from him.

Prussia takes a deep breath. It's good to be alive!

He's going to miss the little girl, though.

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A lot of things can happen in less than 50 years.

For one thing, the ever-rebellious Hungary defies Russia once more and somehow manages to open her border again, even if it's just for a few hours.

The other thing was that the border she's opening is her border with Austria.

"It's just a small get-together between him and me for a few hours", Hungary had told him. "Nothing more, nothing less." And yet the wiggling of her eyebrows suggest otherwise. It also helps that Austria's former boss had not been very discreet about the picnic and is sending invites everywhere, much to Russia's chagrin...

Hell, if they're inviting him to crash their little "party", then he's definitely not going to pass it up!

He has just had an awesome reunion with his brother when he sees Austria and Hungary speaking privately under a tree. Many things had taken place over time that patched up their relationship, all of which had led up to that day. Prussia runs towards them, arms extended, and practically bowls them over, much to their protest.

"Prussia! What is your problem?" Austria growls. Or at least growls with as much dignity as he could insert in it. Which isn't much, mind.

"There isn't enough beer! Who in their right mind would throw a party and not have enough beer?" Prussia complains, a huge grin on his face.

Hungary pushes him away good naturedly. "It's a 'picnic', Prussia. What did you expect?"

"Heh! When West and I throw a party once we've torn down that damn wall, there's going to be such an awesome celebration, the whole world is going to forget this rinky-dinky little 'picnic' ever happened!"

"Yes, we're sure it will," Austria replies. Prussia is not entirely sure if he's being sarcastic or not.

"In the meantime, you've got a town nearby, right, Specs? Go and get us those beers!"

If looks could kill, Prussia would have been back in "nation heaven" right then and there.

Speaking of which...

"Kuki said hi, by the way," Prussia tells them in as serious a voice as he could manage.

Austria looks confused. "'Kuki'?" He obviously hasn't heard about Prussia's "nicknames".

But Hungary could still remember. She frowns and looks away from either men.

"When did you...?" she asks quietly.

"Just about prior to waking up as 'East'. You know, that's such a dorky name. 'East'. Bleh."

"And you never told me?"

Prussia shrugs.

Hungary bites her lip. "How was she?"

Prussia smirks. "Terrorizing her opa."

She lets out a small laugh as a few tears escapes her eyes.

"Who's 'Kuki'?" Austria asks once more.

Hungary wraps an arm around one of her ex-husband's. "I'll tell you about it later."

They're most likely never getting married again, nor are they ever going to have another child. The wounds are too deep for that. But at least they're comfortable around each other once more.

Prussia is certain Eva is going to be happy about that.

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Notes:

* Not much to say about the Pan-European picnic except that it's kind of like a "been there, done that" thing in Hetalia AusxHun fanfics. About the only thing that hasn't been said was that Otto von Habsburg (the last crown prince of the monarchy) was one of the organizers of this event.