I'm glad to know that you guys liked the cheesy ending (and all the GerIta... I like it too)! I felt really bad for France after writing that chapter, so I gave him a little epilogue where we see his more awesome side! Plus, I had this idea, and it seemed to freaking epic to pass off, so I had to write it! You'll get it when you get there XD!
So, for the last time, accents, don't own, enjooooy (said like France in Paint it White)!

"Look on the bright side! At least you have free healthcare..." tried Canada, eying France who was currently sprawled on his bed in a full body cast. It had only seven holes: two for the eyes, one for the mouth, two more for his ears and the last two were for when he needed the bathroom.
Said man snorted.
"I can't even move my arms far enough to take care of... business." he sighed. "I still didn't get laid, you know..."

England shook his head exasperatedly.
"That's all you think about, do you? Even if your state..."
France grinned, then groaned when it hurt his face.
"I'm French, non? Well, I am also thinking about how nice it is that all of you came to visit me in my own personal hospital room... Even if you were the ones that put me here in the first place."

"Except for Monaco and I." mumbled Canada. "We didn't mob you."
"Ah, yes. Glad to know that my nation family cares for me to some extent." smiled France. "Though Seychelles and America weren't so kind."
"Hey!" growled the Island girl, then she softened when she saw how pitiful the man looked . "If you didn't grope me so much I wouldn't have been so angry. I hope you aren't in too much pain."
"I'll live." smiled the French. "As long as you keep visiting me."
"Yo! Frenchy! As the hero, I have to protect the world from perverts and make sure my weapons are functional! Nothing personal, 'kay?" laughed America, giving the man a pat on the back.

Monaco shoved him away.
"Don't touch him you moron! You'll hurt him!" she sighed.
Canada also stood up protectively.
"Hey, America! Be gentle with France, eh? You hozers have already had a go at him, so let him be now, OK?" he demanded softly, before making sure that his father figure was comfortable.

England was always shell-shocked at how caring and delicate man was.
He was raised by France damn it! This must mean that... That frog was actually a very sweet dad. That he had actually done something right.
England couldn't imagine it. He could only see the French as a sex crazy monster.
With, apparently, a very polite, well raised son.
Compared to America... Canada was such an angel.
Maybe... it would have been a good idea to raise the two American nations together with France.
Seeing the man now, exchanging a few words of French with his former colony...

England couldn't help smiling. They would have made a pretty happy family. One of their fathers would have been a great cook with beautiful art and the other one would have taught them how to be proper gentleman. Plus, he was sure that having France as a lover would never leave him unsatisfied.
Wait, what was he thinking? Of course, he had just been thinking hypothetically.
But France was still France dammit! His perverted, froggy, stinky rival! It must just be the pity...
He shook his head in horror and continued to watch the scene in front of his with his lips in a tight line.

One thing was for sure... He absolutely couldn't see the resemblance between France and Canada.
None at all.
How were they even related?

"Well..." Monaco cleared her throat. "You've also gotten quite a lot of gifts. How kind of them, especially since you did deserve you beating."
It was true that the room was actually flooded with wrapped boxes and ribbons.
Seychelles grabbed the nearest present and looked at the card.
"Pasta and beer. This one is from Italy and Germany. Italy sends his love. Germany says that he apologizes for losing his temper and that he hopes you will have a quick recovery... He also tells you to back off of Italy, though."
France chuckled softly.
"He doesn't need to fear for that. I was really just playing with him. I wouldn't touch Italy, because I, as the country of love, wouldn't ruin a perfect match. I just like to create jealousy and encourage them to make a move."

"Sure you do. Bad news, though, because of the state of your economy, I highly doubt you'll be recovering soon." snorted Monaco, taking the next gift. "Oh, this one is from Russia. He sends you lots of love and kisses and hopes you never touch his sister again. Ah, vodka. How kind of him."
She opened the bottle and smelled the content. She gagged.
"Nope, as I suspected, it's arsenic. Belarus sent you a death threat. And Norway sent you a foam finger that's flipping you off."

Every country had sent something. Some gifts were cool (The Asians had sent him enough food to survive the hospital). Some... not so much.
"Well... I'm going to go home now." said Seychelles, glancing at the clock. "I've got business."
"I'll leave too. Get better, France." huffed Monaco, giving the man a soft pat on the cheek. "Ne fais plus de conneries, ein?"

The two ladies exited, leaving England, America and France behind.
Oh, and Canada.
"Did anyone else send me something that is supposed to be edible or drinkable but is actually dangerous? Just to be sure I don't get sick and have an embarrassing accident in front of my cute nurse?" asked France, trying to scan the room, which was difficult because he could only move his eyes.
"Um, yep. I'm pretty sure Romano sent you a wine bottle filled with laxative." grinned America, checking the content of the object under his hand. "Yup. Laxative. Don't drink it."
"Thanks America. You should have been my colony instead of Eyebrow's. Then you and Canada could have been raised as my two little brothers or sons, together." smiled France.

"Hey!" snapped England. "No one wants to hear your bloody opinion!"
"Oh, I'm sorry Britain." smirked France. "You could have joined me and raised them together. I wouldn't have minded."
The Brit shivered. It's like he could read his mind or something. However, since he was the United-bloody-Kingdom, he had to object.
"Well, I would have minded! That's the dumbest thing I have ever heard! You can die for all I care! I called all the nations to beat you up so that I could see you go down, not to hear you criticize my nation-raising skills! Besides, nobody cares about you anyway, you wanker! "

France huffed and wished that he could get out of this bed to smack the Brit into next week. Unfortunately, he was in quite a lot of pain and England's comments didn't make him feel any better.
America rolled his eyes and stood up.
"Don't worry, French-toast, that's a lie." he smiled and placed a hand on his former boss's shoulder. "Iggy cares about you or he wouldn't be here, would he?"
England spat a string of curses, ignoring France and Canada's soft laughs in favor of trying to punch the American.
However, he was too quick and managed to slip out of the door and shut it behind him, with a last:
"Ahahahahah! I'm the Hero! Bye losers!" echoing behind him.

Britain huffed and tried to open the door. He felt his face go pale when he heard a click.
"Which BLOODY idiot has doors that lock from the outside?" he croaked.
"Well, back in the old days, I would have Spain or Prussia lock the doors when I was inside, in case... ah... my prey felt like escaping." France smirked.
England threw himself against the door.
"AMERICA HELP! He's gonna rape me!" he cried. However, the hero was long gone.
Canada pulled him away from the door.
"He just joking, eh." he chuckled quietly. Britain was amusingly gullible. "This used to be a huge storage room, but France turned it into another guestroom."

"Of course, you moronic Brit." snorted France. "I don't want the Egyptian cotton bedsheets in my room to suffer with me, so I'd rather just be here. Cozier and closer to the bathroom too."

England relaxed.
"Oh." he cleared his throat. "WELL, it wasn't a funny joke. How are we even going to get out later?"

"You can call my cute little nurse to open the door for us." France pointed out. "Leaving so soon?"
The Brit huffed and plonked back down onto his chair.

"I'll stay a bit longer." then he turned to glare at France. "B-Because I bloody ENJOY seeing you miserable!"

"Bien sur, bien sur, Angleterre..." hummed the French. "So many stuck people in this world, I see, who just don't realize that it is pointless to fight against the power of loooove... Talking about that, how are Germany and Italy doing?"
Canada placed his elbows on the side of the armchair, leaning forward.
"Um... Little progress on their part. Germany is still in denial and Italy is... slow to catch hints. He is acting even kinder around Germany, though, if that's even possible. They're cute to watch, really." smiled the Canadian.

"Ah, they have eternity to figure it out." said France. England was currently darting his eyes from the French to the Canadian in confusion. "What about Spain and Romano? Spain is such a cute idiot and Romano is such a delicious jackass..."
"Those two are even worse. Romano acts tough but can not take his eyes off of Spain." sighed Canada. "Give them time. One of them with act eventually, eh?"
"I sure hope so. Mon dieu, this world is filled with people who are so afraid! No wonder they get so defensive when I try to share my love..." grumbled France.

"You don't share love. You share sex. Not the same thing, ho." spat England.
France laughed softly.
"That's true. But the two can also be combined and that, Britain, is truly the best, isn't it?" France then snapped his eyes back to his former colony. "Not that you would know, you black sheep of Europe."
Before England could punch France, Canada intervened.
"I... I also kept an eye on the Nordics, because you mentioned the sexual tension between the countries?"

France and England both turned to look at him.
"Ah, oui... What did you learn?"
"I told you the problem Sweden had, eh? Denmark kept trying to embarrass him in front of Finland and Sealand..." started Canada.
"Yes? Tell me the juicy details!" France's grin widened despite his state.
"When they went back to their homes... well... Norway... Let's say that the hospital of Copenhagen had to wash the salt and vinegar out of the thousands of paper cuts that were on Denmark's body." winced the usually invisible nation. The mummified French laughed, trying to ignore the pain throbbing through his body.
"I knew that those two were into that type of play! Honhon! So, what about Sweden and Finland? I want to knooooow!"

Canada shuffled and bent closer to whisper.
"A few nights ago, Finland sent Sealand over to one of the other micro-nation's house for a sleepover. Then he... confronted Sweden."
"And?" France was practically dying of curiosity.
"Finland sort of... jumped Sweden. Poor guy was so shocked, I thought he was going to pass out. However, he snapped out of it, then the two had a nice, long night..." Canada chuckled. "Judging by the noises Sweden was making, I presume that real-life-Finland is even better in bed than dirty-dream-Finland."

"He got laid? Finally!" beamed France. "Nice spying, Canada, I raised you right! So handsome too... You make me proud!"
The Canadian them proceeded to gently high-five the French's hand without hurting him.
England twitched in his seat.
So... This was how Canada and France were alike...
"Bloody hell! I would expect this form France, but not from you!" he stood up in horror. "What do you have to say for yourself? I'm so disappointed in you, Canada!"
"I don't maple-leafing care. Half the time, you can't even tell me apart from America and that really distresses me! I'm one of the biggest countries in the world. I even sided with you in numerous wars!" sighed the blond, crossing his arms.

England gulped.
"I... I apologize for making that mistake. Don't worry, I'll never make it again..."
...because I just realized how much more you resemble France than you resemble America, thought the Brit. "B-Besides! How could you have even found out that stuff Sweden and Finland? Didn't they make sure that they were alone?" he asked.

Canada arched an eyebrow and exchanged a knowing look with France.
"I was under their bed, of course. The whole time. It's like free live porn, eh."
England started backing up, a chill filling his gut.
"You... You what? No... There is no way that you could be exactly like that wanker!" gasped Britain, pointing an accusative finger at France, who just smiled back innocently.

Canada checked for dirt under his finger nails.
"Oh, no, I'm not exactly like France, eh? I also happen to be invisible half of the time, so that gives me a few more advantages." he laughed. "You cannot imagine how useful it can be. For all you know, England, I could be watching you sleep at night."
Britain was shaking in fear.
"B-But you don't... right?" he squeaked.
Canada grinned, flashing off his shiny white teeth.
"Do I? Hey, France..." Canada leaned over to smirk at his former boss. "Did you know that Sweden isn't the only one dreaming about another nation, eh? England here happens to have many loud, dirty dreams. He has nice boxers too."
He turned to face the Brit.
"Also, he sleep talks a lot. According to him, he loves being spanked and tied up with a belt. By you, France... Didn't I tell you that British people had strange kinks too?"

England shrieked in sheer terror, threw himself against the locked door and started frantically kicking it. He clawed at it like an animal and banged his red face against it.
He died a little inside every time one of France or Canada's laughs echoed around the room.
"HELP! BLOODY HELL, SOMEBODY GET ME OUT OF HERE! AMERICA! DON'T LEAVE ME IN HERE WITH THOSE TWOOOOOO!"

END, FIN

First Hetalia fic... over! Now I can go back to writing Naruto ones until I get more ideas.
For the last time... Vocab!

Ne fais plus de conneries, ein? - No more bullshit, eh?
Bien sur, bien sur, Angleterre... - Of course, of course, England...
Fin – end (duh duh duh)

*Snif* I'm kinda sad it's over. Hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Thank you for all your nice comments and thanks to PaperDream for all the threats for not updating my stories (look who's talking).
I love Perverted!Canada. If you think about it, since France did raise him... also, I checked one of those sex survey things (the one Greece and Japan talk about in the strip where they sleep together) and turns out Canadian people now how to have their fun too, if you know what I mean (so, hopefully, his OOCness is justified). Anyways, England deserves it for what he did to France.
So, a big thanks to all my reviewers and alerters and favoriters and readers! I'm glad I could contribute to your Hetalia fandom!
Love, kiss, la la la, He~talia!
XOXO ~~~ HimekoUchia (now, on to my Naruto stories XD)