This is the end. My baby is completed now *cries*

I'll be posting Italy's iPod playlist at the end of this chapter.

"Are you sure Alexander will be okay with the sitter?" Italy fretted as he and Germany walked hand in hand into the World Meeting hall. Germany rolled his eyes with a laughing sigh.

"Ja, Italien, Alexander will be fine. He's a big boy, you know." Germany said with a faint smile. "More importantly, are you sure you're ready to sit through a meeting?"

"Sì, I'm alright." Italy said, smiling sweetly.

The redhead's hand was still thin, his cheeks still hollowed and his body almost beyond slim. But he was slowly and steadily putting on weight again, and his frail bones no longer jutted through his pale skin. But his skin was once again warm in Germany's hold, and that pleased the German more than anything else.

As soon as the two walked into the meeting room, a hush seemed to fall over the nations that had already assembled. It was the first World Meeting Italy had been to since his first seizure. Now the redhead gripped Germany's hand a bit tighter.

Suddenly, Liechtenstein hurried towards Italy, her hair bouncing as she reached the redhead and hugged him suddenly. With the small girl's movement, the rest of the gathered nations converged on Italy, who smiled shyly at them all, happiness in his eyes as he surveyed the world.

"Thank you." he said simply, and the two words were choked with emotion. "Thank you all..."

"It's good to see you're doing so much better." England said to Italy with a faint smile.

"Good to know you're not dead!" Denmark laughed, ruffling Italy's red hair.

"Shut up, Dane..." Norway muttered, socking the Danish man on the arm.

"You look great, Italy." Belarus said, smiling and pecking Italy's cheek.

"Oh! Luddy and I have something we want to tell you all!" Italy cried, bouncing on his feet. "Luddy and I are going to redo our wedding, and you all are invited!" the redhead announced happily.

Instant chaos erupted. The female nations were immediately bouncing off the walls, and everyone was firing off questions at Italy and Germany, who honestly was beginning to feel a bit overwhelmed at all of the excitement. Italy too looked a bit taken aback, stepping a bit closer to Germany. But the redhead's smile never faltered.

.~*~.

Germany and Italy stood at the alter, facing each other and holding hands. True to his word, Italy wore a dress for their wedding, a long white dress with gold trim, matching gloves, and a gauzy veil that did not hide the sparkly in his honey eyes. Germany himself wore a rented suit, charcoal grey, with a black tie. Hungary stood as maid of honour, and Japan stood as best man. Austria, in a surprising turn of events, had been the one to walk Italy down the aisle, putting the redhead's hands in Germany's.

"I do." Germany said in a low rumble, smiling at the smaller nation before him.

"I do." Italy whispered, tears sparkling in his lovely eyes.

Germany lifted the veil, and Italy brought a small hand to cup his cheek. Their lips met.

.~*~.

"Germany I'm nervous. What if I trip and fall in front of everyone? They'll laugh at me and our wedding will be ruined and I really do not want that!" Italy whispered, clutching at Germany's suit sleeve.

"You'll be fine." Germany pried Italy's hand from his sleeve. "I won't let you fall, Italien, you know that. Now come on, the song is about to start."

Italy nodded softly, letting Germany lead him into the center of the dance floor. To be honest, he was nervous as well. Germany could count on one hand the amount of times he had danced, and that was if he lost a few fingers. No time to back out now. Everyone was looking at them now.

Germany rested his hands on Italy's waist, slightly hesitant in front of so many people, and Italy reached up, wrapping his arms around Germany's neck with a sweet smile.

"What is our first dance to?" Italy asked softly as they waited for the music to start. "You never did tell me."

"You'll see." Germany said in reply.

The music started, and confusion flashed in Italy's eyes for a moment.

Du guckst mich an

"Oh!" Italy said in recognition as he and Germany began to sway with the music. A wide smile lit up the nation's lovely features, and his eyes filled with tears.

Und ich geh mit
und der ist ewig dieser augenblick
da scheint die sonne
da lacht das leben
da geht mein herz auf
ich will's dir geben
ich will dich tragen
ich will dich lieben
denn die liebe ist geblieben
hat nicht gefragt
ist einfach da
weglaufen geht nicht
das ist mir klar

Germany smiled softly as the tears threatened to fall from his lover's eyes, and they slow danced in a wide circle around the dance floor. He had hoped that the song would go over well, and to see Italy's reaction made it worth it.

Du und ich das ist ganz sicher
wie ein schöner tiefer rausch
von der ganz besonderen sorte
und wir haben ein recht darauf
uns immer wieder zu begegnen
immer wieder anzusehen
wenn die große weite welt ruft
werd ich sicher mit dir geh'n

As they started the second rotation of the dance floor, Germany began to hum the familiar melody. As soon as it had come out and he had heard it for the first time, he had known that it would be perfect for this moment.

"Liebe will nicht
liebe kämpft nicht
liebe wird nicht
liebe ist
liebe sucht nicht
liebe fragt nicht
liebe ist so wie du bist"

Germany began to sing along with the chorus, seeing only Italy and singing the words to him and only him. It was like they were the only two people left in the world, and Germany wished that they could stay that way forever.

After a small and blissful eternity, the song came to an end, and a beautiful Italian song played next as other couples poured onto the dance floor. Germany ceded the second dance to Spain, who danced Italy around the dance floor to the lovely and sad song. Germany stood on the sidelines, alternating between watching his husband and watching Austria being roped into the dancing by Hungary. When the second song ended, Germany started onto the dance floor to retrieve his husband, but Hungary beat him to it, and the two nations polka-d around the area to a peppy song. Germany stood with Austria.

"I have to say, Germany, I'm proud of you." Austria said, and Germany looked at the aristocratic nation in surprise. "You've done well." Austria continued. "With Italy's illness, with Alexander, with everything."

"Danke." Germany said. Austria nodded.

The celebration lasted for hours, until Italy began to nod off, sitting at a table with Germany, who merely smiled and dismissed the event. Then they got Alexander and headed home. Both Alexander and Italy were asleep by the time they got home, and Germany almost laughed.

He carried Alexander to his room, rousing the boy just enough to get him into his pajamas before tucking their son into bed. Then he returned to the car, pulling Italy gently from his seat and closing the door. He carried his husband to their bedroom and carefully removed the redhead from his wedding dress, not bothering to put Italy in pajamas. The redhead, once he had put on weight, had returned to sleeping undressed, with underwear being the maximum.

"Luddy...?" Italy murmured sleepily as Germany climbed into bed.

"Ja?" Germany said, settling down next to his sleepy husband.

"I love you so much... I just wanted to tell you that." Italy said with the sweetest smile, his honey eyes slightly open and peering up through long lashes. "Today was wonderful, thank you."

"I love you too, Italien." Germany smiled, kissing his lover's forehead. "Für immer und ewig."

They drifted off to sleep together, peace stealing over the room. Finally, Germany and Italy had the forever and always that they had promised each other so long ago.

All was well.

.~*~*~*~*~*~*~.

So Italy's playlist:

Liebe Ist- Nena (Their first dance)

Two Less Lonely People In the World- Air Supply

It's Time To Say Good-bye- Andrea Bocelli (The beautiful but sad Italian song)

River Flows in You- Yiruma

Gone Too Soon- Simple Plan

In The Arms of An Angel- Sarah McLachlan

Savin' Me- Nickelback

Terrible Things- Mayday Parade

Tears of An Angel- Ryan Dan

Fix You- Coldplay

One Day Too Late- Skillet

When You Believe- Celtic Woman

This is the end. I'm moments away from clicking Complete. One more thing:

Thank You.