Here it is, the end! I hope that it's satisfactory! Thanks for all the support and I will start a new fanfiction soon. Any suggestions for what it should be about would be so greatly appreciated. Please tell me what you thought! Honesty is the best policy, so even if the ending bores you to tears, tell me!

-Only in a Dancing God

Hero's log:

Today marks the tenth anniversary of our wedding. The first thing I saw when I awoke from my coma was Arthur, bent down on one knee, a platinum band in his hand. His eyes were wet. They looked so beautiful in the dim hospital lighting. I nodded. Yes, that was my first word. My leg braces are not so much of a bother today. Peter made us breakfast then winked and left to go spend the day with Ravis, Toris' adopted brother. We all kept in contact after the closing of Hetalia. Other than Arthur, Toris is my best friend. He and Feliks are going strong. That makes me glad.

We all got our happy endings: I'm a successful architect, married to my soul mate. My soul mate is a happy English teacher at a middle school. He takes his meds in moderation, because he's found that fine line between over and under medicated. Toris is a photographer. Feliks is his number one model. Ivan got ran over by a bus, which I guess wasn't happy for him but is sure as hell was for us. Peter is in school, an undeclared major. He's dating a little girl from Liechtenstein. Gilbert is dead, suicide. But I believe he and Matt are together now, so it's okay.

We spent Arthur's family fortune mostly on a new mental health program for our state. We oversee it. No one there hates it. I am so happy. We all are. I'm finally going to show Arthur these letters today.

He's my only, for always.

Love,

Alfred F. Kirkland-Jones