And here it is, after long last; the epilogue to the only story that I've ever completed, and also my very first fanfic :3 All thankyous will be at the ending author's note, so stay tuned!

(Joan's POV)

Joan sighed contentedly as she worked alongside France on the newest dish that he had concocted. Her not-quite husband caught the sound and send a cheerful grin her way, complete with sparkles and roses falling from nowhere. With an easy smile back, Joan let her mind wander as she mixed ingredients together.

It had been exactly a year since the battle with both Gaia and Tartarus. The Immortals and Nations had been both physically and emotionally scarred, but they were recovering as best as could be expected, which was exceptionally well. The governments of the Nations that had been involved and even a couple of others were slowly adjusting to the fact that there was such a thing as magic, and their Nations could use it with a power and skill beyond their wildest dreams, but Joan figured that they would find a way to cope.

Three months after Gaia's death, Joan and Francis had gotten a clean, legal divorce that both their lawyers had tried, but failed, to make complicated and long-lasting. After a week, the lawyers were fired, the papers were signed, and the divorce had made a splash hit on the tabloids, while Joan innocuously moved in with France. He never had much time to spend with her, having the entire weight of his country on his shoulders, but the short periods that France and Joan did get to spend with each other, she treasured. Although she knew that a marriage wouldn't really work out between a Nation and an immortal, Joan personally considered them to be married in spirit, if not by paper.

Francis had almost immediately began to pursue Madeleine, under the guise of teaching her more about the modern world, and had 'somehow' become her boyfriend along the side. Of course, every single news outlet in the world lapped the story up and once again, Germain quickly became the most talked-about star around, save for this british all-boy band that had captured the hearts of young girls all over the planet.

Little had been heard from Antarctica and America, save for the fact that America had vacationed for a short while at his girlfriend's southern home for about a week. Of course, that had resulted in an entire shutdown of the government in his absence, and he had to hurry back after only a few short days. However, Canada had mentioned to Joan when he came around that Antarctica, having no government to take care of, often visited the American at his house, in Washington D.C, and also, the month before, America proposed.

Antarctica said yes.

Continuing on her mental tangent., Joan let her mind wander towards Canada and Prussia. Since the ancient Empire no longer had a true Nation to call home, save for the Eastern part of Germany, Canada had created a micronation in one of his provinces; New Prussia. Although small, it gave Prussia strength and actual status when speaking with countries that hadn't seen him fight for their lives, although many still only thought of him as an old relic.

Germany and Italy had begun to live together, in a house on the Italian-Swiss border. Joan had finally managed to piece together the whole Holy-Roman-Empire-equals-Germany from a few other countries, and when she did, her heart had wrenched at the thought of the sweet, lovable Italian waiting for so long. Although neither of them had many days off, they always made sure to coordinate them so that the two Nations could spend off-time together, and even sometimes visited France and Joan at their Parisian home.

Romano and Spain were getting along. Ish. Barely. Somehow. Kind of. The irritable Italian had introduced Spain to Joan and the rest of the immortals, and even had begun to teach Spain how to use his aura. Whenever the Spaniard dragged Romano over to say hello, South Italy always seemed to be yelling, hitting, and fighting, while Spain took it with an inane grin, but in the moments that they were alone, Joan could see true caring and fondness in Romano's movements. It was like the blind rage at the world was a kind of mask, a shield, for Romano, but Spain always took it down, even if only partially.

Scotland and Scathach were absolute terrors together. With their boisterous personalities and extreme ability to hold liquor, they always insisted on having drinking contests whenever they visited Joan and France. Of course, Scotland always lost, which would result in a drunk Scot running around the house, whacking things with a golf club, and generally breaking things that probably shouldn't have been broken until Scathach would manage to calm him down (A/N Read: Knock him out with a chair) and drag him back to their home in the Scottish highlands. Sometimes literally. But Joan knew without a doubt that the two loved each other. She could see it in their eyes.

China and Portugal were doing as well as ever, and maybe even better. Two months after Gaia died, the couple had revealed that they had been engaged since before the beginning of the madness. Although marriages between countries that weren't very close politically or weren't part of the same kingdom never seemed to work out, they still kept their marital status as fiancés, hoping against hope that someday, possibly, somehow, it might work out. It always made Joan smile, to see the two's dedication towards each other.

On a global scale, world relations had improved exponentially ever since the Nations had to work together to defeat Gaia. Countries had made friends and had learned not to hate each other, which meant that trade deals were better for both sides and stock markets began to rise the world over as Nations helped out the ones that were having problems. America and China had become economical powerhouses, but they supported each other and drew upon the other's resources instead of always competing and trying to drive the other into the ground. Their strength and large populations combined meant plenty of travel and wealthy people spending lots in other countries, which helped the others Nations along the way. The entire world had been swept into an upwards spiral, always gaining strength, and the Nations had never looked healthier to Joan.

"Jeanne?"

France's familiar voice snapped Joan out of her thoughts and she glanced up at the Nation. "Yes?"

He kissed her lightly on the temple. "They're nearly here… Try not to let them kill anybody…"

Oh. That's right.

All the Nations and immortals involved in the Gaia battle had agreed to gather at France's house, where it had all happened, for a one-year anniversary of the day that had nearly killed them all. And they had nearly arrived. Steeling herself, Joan opened the blinds a crack and looked out onto the front lawn.

Advancing up the path was a mob of loud, boisterous Immortals. Flashes of aura and shouts of anger and frustration, along with laughter, could already be heard as some unlucky Immortal was catapulted out of the group and landed with a loud thud in the bushes lining the path, only to climb back out and launch themselves back into the fray as it dissolved into a brawl, and- oh my God a giant black dragon is with them what the heck is going on here-...

Sighing, Joan left the window and ran to the front door, preparing herself, once again, to deal with a horde of Immortals.

Here we go again…

-Fin-

Holy crap. I just realized that this is the last author's note for this utterly fabulous fanfic that I started at the beginning of summer and finished two days after Christmas, six months later… This took a lot more time, had a lot more chapters, and involved a TON more people than expected.

First off, I would like to thank betsybugaboo, if they're still around, for being my very first reviewer. After that, so many more people have given me their opinions… PaintingMornings, PrussianLlamaCat (they're the same person but oh well) IOU1882, soapythepopadom, and Time Traverser, who popped in at the last minute, have been my most reliable reviewers so far. I love all you guys so much; you make me grin like an idiot when I get a review alert from one of you, mainly because I find it hard to believe that people would ever like my very first fic so much. There are others, such as Ola, A Field of Starlight, and AnimeFreak who popped in to give me one-time reviews, but I love you guys anyways for taking the time to comment on my fic. Honestly, I've gotten so much support for this, a weird crossover that is the only one in its category…. I can hardly believe it, but somehow, it happened.

Now… Due to a resounding yes, there will be a sequel for this. It may take some time to come up, since I only have scattered ideas and not a full plotline, but once I put something together, I'll begin posting :D In the meantime, look forwards to a fic based off an rp I did: this will be a straight Hetalia fic, called 'Mirror, Mirror' and will involve a Gakuen AU, 2ps, characters from Planetary Moe (by Rosel-D on deviantART; like hetalia but with planets) and a dark mirror that acts as a link between two worlds.

'Nuff said.

Anyways, thank you so much again for all your awesomeness! Hopefully, I'll be seeing all you lovely folks soon, if procrastination doesn't get to me before school begins -.-

Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya

SotINF belongs to Michael Scott

The plot and all the OCs belong to me

You belong to yourselves.

Wuvs~