AN: Well, here's the epilogue. This part has other pairings in it as well. Ah, fluff. I'm actually better at it than I thought. Okay, NOW it's a clichéd ending. But I still love it. Enjoy the very end of this tale, everyone! I've wrapped everything up in this one (I hope) and I feel good about it.
In the end, he impacted all our lives.
"So, Bruder, are you doing okay? Gilbert looked up as his brother looked down at him worriedly. "Now that you're living here with Antonio? You've been eating well, right? And you haven't gotten sick again?"
The Prussian laughed and sipped at the coffee in his hand. "I've been doing fine. I'm too awesome not to be, right?" He smiled brightly as Antonio walked in with a steaming mug and sat down on the couch next to Gilbert, putting his free hand around the Prussian's shoulders. Ludwig grit his teeth and looked away as his brother leaned into the touch. "We've been doing just fine, Lud."
Antonio smiled and leaned his head on Gilbert's. "And Feli and Francis come over and take care of us a lot. Not that we need to be taken care of, but…it sure does help."
Ludwig smiled, loving how happy his brother looked at that moment. "So, I suppose you guys are doing pretty well then?"
Gilbert and Antonio smiled and nodded, hands now intertwined. "Thanks, Ludwig. If you hadn't started that war…" Antonio's smile softened as he kissed Gilbert's temple. "Thanks."
The German smiled again and stood, saying farewell to his brother as he walked out of the house, leaving the two alone. "Hey, Toni."
"What's up?"
"Have I told you lately that I love you?"
The Spaniard laughed. "Yeah, but I do enjoy hearing that."
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Ludwig sighed and glanced over at Francis, who was leaning against the wall next to Antonio's door, his eyes staring at something no one else could see. "Are you okay? With them being together and all?"
The Frenchman smiled and turned his attention to the German. "Oui. After all, they're happy and that's all that really matters right?"
Ludwig smiled and stared up into the blue sky. "Of course."
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Elizaveta smiled as she reread the letter in her hand before passing it over to Roderich. "He's starting to sound more like himself, isn't he?"
The Austrian also smiled and set the letter down on his piano. "Yes. Even though he will never be exactly the same, he's better off like this."
"He reached the halfway mark. Half like he used to be, and half a new person." The Hungarian woman giggled. "I do believe it fits him."
Roderich smiled fondly and pulled Elizaveta as close to himself as he could.
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Feliciano smiled as he glanced down at the letter in his hand. "Fratello, are you angry?"
"Why would I be fucking angry?" Romano glared at his brother.
"Antonio and Gilbert are doing very well together. They're even talking about marriage. You really aren't angry?"
"No. He's happy with Potato Bastard Number Two, right? Besides, I knew all along that he looked at me as a younger brother. But even so, I'm still important to him!"
Feliciano laughed and pat his brother on the back. "Si!"
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Arthur stood in front of Alfred's door, his guitar in his hand as rain poured down onto him. After swallowing his nervousness, he reached forward and knocked. "A-Artie? What are you doing here? It's pouring rain out here! Hurry up and get in h-"
The Briton smiled and held his hand out. "Gilbert and Antonio got a new beginning, so I think it's only fair that we do as well."
Alfred blinked and stared at the former empire before smiling and taking his hand. "Yeah, I agree."
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All the other countries, especially the ones who had major impact in the return of Prussia, were invited to the wedding. It was a beautiful ceremony that mixed both the German and Spanish cultures with a reception fit for the Bad Touch Trio. Francis smiled as he congratulated his two best friends. Ludwig smiled at his brother as Feliciano laughed and joked with the Prussian, his hand intertwined with Ludwig's. Romano, of course, looked on with anger, but couldn't help but smile as Antonio turned to him, smiling his brightest smile ever. On the dance floor Elizaveta and Roderich waltzed together, a beauty to behold. And in the corner Arthur and Alfred stood, too entranced in each other to notice anything going on around them until Francis slapped Arthur on the back and the two started arguing. All in all, it was a good day.
And as Antonio and Gilbert left, all the heard was a chorus of people behind them shouting a single word. "Congrats!"
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