Hey everyone! This is Maya. We had an AWESOME time meeting new cosplayers at Anime Southeast. It was a blast. Here's the last chapter. It's short, but it'll tie everything together for ya!

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"Well, this is..."

"Different." Anya finished her sister's sentence for her. She shook her head. "I can't believe this is really where we grew up."

"Hmm... What was that?" a sleepy voice asked from behind them. The girls whirled around to see Mr. Karpusi rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"Um, nothing," Holly laughed. "We were just looking at the ocean. It's so pretty, right?"

"... That's cool. But you should catch up with the others now." Their new history teacher gestured down the coast a flat expanse of rock, where the rest of the students were waiting.

"Yes, sir," they chimed. And proceeded to prance from rock to rock as if they'd been hopping tide pools for years. The small fishing village had really changed a lot; there were modern houses, two schools, a few dirt roads, and even a motel. The only thing that was really the same was the coast; it was still as rocky and open as ever. It was still too small to be really called 'modern', however. It had taken Luciano over a week of internet surfing just to find it. The island village had even changed names a few times, and even Anya couldn't pronounce its current title.

When the girls had proposed the idea of the field trip, Mr. Karpusi hadn't really liked the idea. The island was somewhere between Australia and China, and didn't show up on most maps. And in any case, the twins and former sailors had been the only ones interested in going; and the boys weren't even taking history anymore! Fortunately, the other freshmans' grades were so low that Mr. Karpusi was able to turn it into an extra credit trip and avoid failing the rest of the class.

"We were wondering where you were," Arthur said softly when the girls finally reached the group. "Are you feeling alright?"

"We're fine," Holly promised, grinning. "It's so different now, though... I didn't realize what a few hundred years could do to a place." She looked off to a sandy patch to the right of the class's rock. A strange feeling pooled in her gut, and she lurched forward.

"Holly?" Antonio caught her arm. "Que tal? Is something wrong?"

"That's where you guys landed," she whispered, awestruck. "The longboat came ashore right there. Isn't that amazing?"

"How do you know that?" Kiku asked skeptically. He turned to the more rational twin. "Can you be sure? Certainly, the waves would have beaten it away."

"Well, the school was right next to that tree." Anya pointed. Where she remembered a scrawny sapling, a wide trunk stood up from the ground. "We saw them coming from the windows..." In her mind, Anya recreated the scene. She had watched the pirates leave their boat, cross the pools... "That really is where it was," she deduced. "Give or take a few feet."

"Hush," a random student said. "They've got a tour guide."

The five of them craned their necks to see the front of the group, where an elderly man with graying hair was waving for their attention. He was wearing khakis and a thick pair of glasses. All in all, he was an old nerd. "I'd like to bid you all welcome," he said in a strange accent. It felt pleasant on the girls' ears- they used to have the same tone of voice growing up. "I understand that you are a history class. This village may be small, but we have a rich heritage. I hope you can learn and enjoy your time here with us." An unenthusiastic smattering of applause began and quickly died out.

"I thought you might need some encouragement," the guide smiled. "We can start small. My name is Marcos Arroz. My great-great-grandmother used to be a teacher here, in this very village. Can anyone guess what she taught?"

Anya smiled widely as her hand shot up in the air.

"Yes, the young lady in the back."

"Spanish?" she guessed with feigned uncertainty. The students snickered, expecting as much from her. They waited eagerly for the tour guide to shoot her down.

Marcos blinked slowly, huge eyes dilating behind his spectacles. "Why, that's exactly right. I instructed your teacher not to tell you too much before your trip!"

"He didn't tell me!"

"Then how did you know?" Suddenly Marcos didn't look so elderly. He was challenging her for some reason.

"Ummm..." Anya panicked. "I... read about this place... online! Yeah, I read up on the village before the trip! And I thought I remembered that name!"

"Smooth," Holly giggled.

"Shut up," Anya whispered sweetly.

"Well, then." Marcos removed his glasses. "I suppose you won't mind telling your classmates about the biggest event to ever happen to our humble village. I'll give you a hint; it was over three hundred years ago."

The twins looked at each other. Biggest event? What could have happened in their village so long ago without them knowing?

... Wait.

"Captain Hook attacked your town?" one kid guessed randomly. Chuckles rippled through the crowd.

"Certainly not," Mr. Arroz huffed. He seemed almost disappointed. "You see, a set of twin girls-"

"Were taken captive by the pirate ship Hetalia," Anya declared. "On the grounds of the captains and crews gaining safe passage away from the island!"

"The captains promised to send the girls back, but a storm carried them off course," Arthur piped up.

"They were being chased by the Japanese Navy, and couldn't afford to turn back," Antonio added sadly.

"But the navy caught up with them, and accidentally took one of the twins hostage." Kiku edged closer to Anya.

"And after attempting to rescue the girl and the other hostages, the twins and the captains disappeared," Holly finished proudly.

The group became dead silent. The five of them finally realized that knowing the entire story wasn't exactly normal.

"... Mr. Karpusi, why don't you get your class settled in the auditorium of the upper school? My wife will be waiting to show you in." Marcos suggested. "I want to talk to those kids in the back."

"Eh?" He jumped, and the entire class instantly knew that he had nearly fallen asleep standing up. Again. "Oh, sure... This way, guys..." In minutes, the shore was abandoned, leaving the five teens with Marcos. He approached them slowly, but his stance was strong.

"What is it with the old people in your families?" Antonio whispered. "They don't act like normal old people!"

"That's because we don't want to, Mr. Carriedo," Marcos glared. "I would rather live out the rest of my life in good health, rather than grafted to a hospital bed."

"Oh, jeez! I'm sorry, senor, it's just-!" He stopped. "What did you just say?"

"Did I stutter, Mr. Carriedo? Perhaps you could ask Mr. Kirkland to repeat it for you."

"You know who we are." Arthur shook. "But how? The spell... It shouldn't be possi-"

"Come with me," Marcos ordered. He turned and started walking east, to the other end of the village.

"Can we trust him?" Kiku asked softly.

"I think so," Anya admitted. "He obviously knows something; he could be able to tell us what we need to know." They started jogging after the old man, and the girls soon realized just where they were being led.

"Sis!"

"I know," she shushed.

"What?" the guys asked, confused. Kiku stumbled when Anya glanced up at him, tears in her eyes.

"This is the way to our old home." The twins raced past Marcos and flew down the path; a left, a right, and over a hill where the shop used to be. The boys found them standing in front of a small, homey place with a plaque on the front door.

In Memory of the Alvarez Family

Luciano, Elena, Anya, and Holly

"There was an uproar when the twins didn't return," Marcos panted. The twins jumped and let him through to unlock the door. It swung open on greased hinges. "The village was furious at the pirates. Since the girls had no parents, most of the adults had cared for them at some time or another."

"Tessa's mom."

"Amy's dad."

"And many others, I'm sure," Marcos continued, ushering them in. They all sat on the floor, wondering at the little house. Everything looked exactly as they had left it. Marcos took a picture from a shelf and set it on the floor in front of him. Holly's smile, frozen forever in time, beamed at them from on top of Anya's shoulders.

"The girls' disappearance made the villagers realize just how defenseless they really were; they couldn't even protect two young girls! The pirates on the Hetalia could have killed them, sold them into the slave trade... Or worse, for all they knew." Marcos looked pointedly at Toni and Arthur, who turned bright red with indignation. Holly shook her head at them warningly, and they held their tongues.

"What did they do, Sr. Arroz?" Anya asked. The others were shocked to hear her slip into that unidentifiable accent that the islanders possessed. "What happened to the pirates, and to the navy?"

He looked at her intently. "You are Anya, the eldest." He wasn't asking. "You volunteered to go with your sister, and keep an eye on her." He then turned to Holly. "And you, the youngest. You tried to befriend the captains, if the stories are accurate. Even as they had your teachers and classmates at their mercy?"

Holly blushed. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

For the first time since they met him, Marcos Arroz laughed. "I'm not sure how to answer that!" He sobered quickly. "But about your question... The stories say that the five of you disappeared from the battle on the naval ship without a trace, along with a few others. You were all presumed dead. The rescue party was forced to retreat, and they lost many men." He bowed his head. "Maybe a month later, the Hetalia returned. They were badly beaten, and still recovering. When the last man came ashore, and with the captains and the girls nowhere in sight, they were attacked."

"No!" Holly gasped. "Mr. Arroz, they were our friends!"

"No one was killed," he assured her gently. "Although it took some time for the men to explain. A bosun put forth his theory about a spell, knowing of his captain's magical abilities. At first, no one believed them... But then someone mentioned a man named Javier."

"What does papa have to do with it?" Anya demanded, shuddering as she remembered that early morning on the ship. "He was killed, and no one knew who he was!"

"That's not quite true," Marcos corrected her. "I believe the lad's name was Valdez, one of the hostage crewmen. He told everyone his suspicions that his mate was the twins' father. Something that he said while they were captives together."

"It was pretty obvious in retrospect," Anya said sheepishly. "He even sang me that old lullaby, but I didn't realize it."

"What about our mates?" Antonio blurted anxiously. "What happened to them?"

"I'm worried about my crew, as well," Kiku confided. "Although I'm sure you wouldn't have any information on them."

"You are Captain Honda, correct?" Marcos asked. "Some of the Spanish crew spoke of you. They met with your men during the battle and discovered that you meant them no harm. They were very grateful, as I have heard. Your men were victorious, and there were few casualties."

"That is a relief," Kiku breathed. Anya grinned at him, and he smiled back, genuinely relaxed for the first time in days.

"That's all well and good," Arthur agreed. "But what about our men? You know, the ones who were injured and then attacked again? Your people didn't turn them out, did they?"

"Of course not!" Marcos exclaimed, affronted. "Those who were willing to give up pirating were welcomed as guests, especially after the whole village knew how the captains had protected our friends. Many of them settled right here. I happen to be excellent friends with Louisa Valdez, who still believes to this day that the stories her father and grandfather used to tell her were old wives tales."

He sighed and looked wearily at them. "Actually, there were few who believed Mr. Jameson's tales of Captain Kirkland and his magic. But my great-great-grandmother believed him, and made sure that each of her children and grandchildren and so on believed, as well. We always had a feeling that Mr. Valdez's story was true. I always entertained the notion that the notorious Captain Kirkland would show up again by way of magic. When I saw you girls today, I knew."

"So we're a fairy tale?" Anya scoffed. "That's really flattering."

"It should be. You, my dear, are my granddaughter's hero. I expect she'll be wanting your autograph." The old man gestured that they rise, and they exited the old house together. "Now, you kids should be in class, shouldn't you? This will be a learning experience for the ages."

"It already has been," Kiku said sincerely, reaching to shake his hand. "We can't thank you enough, Mr. Arroz. This is just what we all needed."

Marcos looked thoughtful, one hand on the doorknob. "You know... This is your home, and you know more about the history of this village than anyone. Would you like to stay for a while? I'll let your teacher know."

"Is that okay with you guys?" Holly squealed, practically hopping. "Oh my gosh, you have got to see everything! We can show you our room, and get some pictures to take home, and-!"

"Can we take our old things?" Anya inquired. "Our pictures, our books, and things like that? I know papa would like it. This is where we have all of the pictures of him and mama."

She was only halfway through her question before receiving a nod, but Marcos froze at the mention of her father. "Do I want to know?"

Arthur shook his head. "Not really."

"Then take whatever you want," he sighed. Walking away, he turned to look over his shoulder. "Oh, and one more thing." Marcos smiled and lightly bowed his head. "Welcome home."

"Hey, what's this?" Kiku picked up a large black case. Holly looked up from her French book and her eyes widened and she ran forward.

"Mine!" she cried, clutching it to her chest. "My viola," she insisted, glaring.

"... Sorry?"

"It's okay," Anya laughed. "She hardly lets me touch it, and I helped pay for it."

"I say," Arthur commented. He emerged from the twins' closet, holding a knife and small pistol. "Whose are these?"

"That's where those went!" Anya exclaimed. She grabbed the weapons from Arthur as if they were plastic. "I need to keep a closer eye on these," she muttered, stowing one in each pocket.

"Good luck getting those through airport security," Antonio said dryly.

"... Crap."

"We'll manage," Kiku promised. He looked at Anya skeptically. "Are you sure you're feeling okay? This was your home for fifteen years."

"I'm surprisingly okay with it," she shrugged. "It's kind of hard to miss the house itself... Too many bad memories. I expected to feel really homesick, but now..." Anya shook her head in confusion. "I really just can't wait to get home. We need to fill papa in on what happened. Besides, there's something I have to do that I've been avoiding out of consideration for Mattie."

"What would that be?" Arthur asked cautiously.

The older twin smirked evilly. "Holly, remind me to introduce myself to your French teacher when we get home. If we've been lucky enough to find out who we are, I don't see why Mattie and Al can't have that kind of good fortune."

Antonio couldn't take it anymore. It was absolute torture. He hadn't slept all night, and had been kicked out of the Sunday church service. There was a constant voice emanating from-

"My phone would be doing me great favor by dying right now," Toni groaned. But he answered anyway. Flopping into his bed, he sighed. "Arthur, I told you. It is not the end of the world."

"Like hell it's not the end of the world that wanker won't leave my house and God, I swear he's flirting with my mum! Why in God's name did she do that I don't care if I'm dating her sister I'm going to give her a piece of my mind-!"

The crazed Brit kept ranting. Or Toni supposed he did. He put down the phone and left it on his nightstand. He needed a walk. His mom's birthday was coming up... Maybe a trip to the mall was in order.

One step outside, and he was grateful that he was still wearing his stuffy button up shirt from church. The island had been warm, but it was nearing November in Oklahoma. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Toni hurried over to the mall. He wandered around for a while, trying to forget about Arthur's rants and wondering what his mom would like. There was that one perfume...

"Antonio?" A soft voice accosted him. Toni looked up to see Lili waving shyly at him. "Hi. What brings you here today?"

"Just browsing," he shrugged. "Not working today?"

"I'm on break," Lili giggled. She gestured behind her to the food court. "My brother wanted to wait until later to eat because I made sandwiches, but I'm a little hungry. Would you like to join me for some churros?"

"Did you just ask a Latin man if he wanted churros?" Toni laughed. "Sure, I could stand a few. I'll buy the smoothies?"

Lili blushed cutely at him. "S-Sure. If you don't mind."

"It's fine. I'll meet you right here in five, okay?" He winked and made his way over to the smoothie stand. I'm flirting, he realized with a small jolt. Maybe mama wasn't far off. He could have been flirting with much worse, however. He hadn't noticed before, but Lili was very cute, near his age, and a sweet, quiet girl. And she obviously didn't despise him, because she had asked him to eat with her. Who knew? This could turn into something good.

"Lili, I got the-" Antonio almost bumped into one of the mall security guards. "Ah! Lo siento! Are you okay?"

The guard removed his hat, tucking it under his arm. Dark eyes glared at Antonio from behind a shock of blond hair. "I'm fine. How do you know Lili?"

"Antonio, I got the churros!" Lili smiled, bouncing up to them. She jumped when she recognized the guard. "O-Oh, hello bruder. Do you want some churros, too?"

Toni gulped. "Y-You're Vash? Lili's big brother?"

"I am," he acknowledged. His eyes narrowed. "You're that Carriedo guy who's been to the jewelry shop so much lately." Vash's hand twitched for his baton.

Antonio laughed awkwardly, but was inwardly groaning. The universe just loved to make him squirm, didn't it?

We do apologize for the one late update. A huge storm knocked out Maya's internet T^T Her family is working on getting a new router or modem or whatever the Hufflepuff it's called. Nos vemos, carinos. We shall meet again!