Gilbert woke up without opening his eyes. He felt…weird. He felt memories flooding back into his head that were long forgotten. He felt more rejuvenated than he ever had before in his life.

He felt…something pressed against his lips.

His eyes snapped open and he immediately tried to sit up, but that resulted in slamming his head against something else hard, forcing pain through his head.

"Gott! What the hell?" he yelled out, holding onto his head and finally sitting all the way upright.

"Not a good welcoming present, da?" Gilbert heard a very familiar voice and snapped his head in his direction. Ivan was kneeling down next to the couch Gilbert was apparently sitting in and holding his head, too.

"Did you just kiss me while I was asleep?" Gilbert asked.

"I was asked to," Ivan replied and looked up, behind the back of the couch. Gilbert quickly followed his gaze to glare at Alfred and Arthur, who were standing behind the couch.

"Will someone tell me what the hell is going on here?" Gilbert demanded.

"Well, you're alive," Alfred pointed out, laughing.

"I can see that," Gilbert glared at them.

"Arthur did it!" Alfred said before retreating.

"Oi! You made me panic!" Arthur snapped at him as he left.

"What the hell did you do to me?" Gilbert growled.

"Well," Arthur scratched his head, like he was trying to come up with a good response. Then he said the following very quickly, "To make sure you didn't die, I put you in a sleep that you could only be woken up from with true love's kiss," and then retreated where Alfred went.

"True love's…" Gilbert muttered, then looked over to where Ivan was. "Oh, you have gotta be kidding me."

"Nyet, apparently not," Ivan shrugged.

"Oh, Gott, why?" Gilbert massaged his temples.

"You should be thankful that he woke you up before we drew on your face," Francis laughed from a different corner of the room.

"Ah, but I like this happily ever after better," Antonio chuckled. "Now that I've won the bet."

"Did you bet on me?" Gilbert looked around Ivan to look at the two.

"Si, and I won," Antonio smiled triumphantly.

"What did you bet?" Gilbert glared at them.

"Whether or not you were gay," Francis said off-handedly as he looked at his nails.

"Thanks," Gilbert sighed sarcastically.

"Aw!" Feli squealed. "It's so romantic and cute how he saved you from sleep!"

"Don't do that," Gilbert groaned.

"It is a little cute," Mathew giggled.

"But, why him?" Gilbert flew his head back to glare at the ceiling.

"Arthur told me on the way here that your memories would come back," Ivan said and Gilbert flinched, remembering those memories finally.

"Ja," Gilbert looked back towards Ivan.

"That means you know everything your father taught you, da?" he asked.

"Ja, ja, I know that," Gilbert sighed. There was one good thing from those bad memories. A little better control and knowing how to use his powers. And then that history lesson and how he was supposed to change the world and all that shit.

"Oh, yeah, turns out you didn't have to change the world," Alfred blurted out.

"What do you mean?" Gilbert turned a questioning look towards him.

"We did it for you!" Alfred said excitedly.

"You know, technically, he did accomplish his job," Ivan stated.

"Come to think of it," Arthur muttered. "It was him that inspired us to go after him."

"So, Bilonwal is dead?" Gilbert cocked an eyebrow.

"Well, I mean he should be by now," Alfred shrugged. "Ivan forced him to eat that apple, so…"

"So, all I had to do to save the world was die?" Gilbert asked bluntly.

"Pretty much," Lovino inputted.

"That would've been nice to know," Gilbert sighed. "I could have just relaxed the whole time…"

"You know, you should give your true love a kiss back," Francis hinted.

"Nein," Gilbert snapped in reply.

"But he did come all this way just for you," Antonio offered.

"You do realize that I can slam you both into a wall right now?" Gilbert asked. "I don't have that concussion anymore."

"I feel heart-broken," Francis theatrically placed a hand on his heart and sighed.

"I bet Ivan feels it worse," Antonio grinned.

"Shut up," Gilbert rolled his eyes, but he still looked back to Ivan. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, trying to come up with something to say. "I…remember your memories, too."

"And?" Ivan asked.

"Well, it's pretty awesome what you did for your sisters," Gilbert tried. "And…I can say thank you for hiding these guys for so long."

"That's not why you kissed me when we first met," Ivan stated.

"Right," Gilbert let a half-hearted chuckle. "I did that because…well, you actually went through the same exact thing as me. But, you still helped out everyone that needed it at the same time. And…you got Luddie in there, too, so that he could see me again…"

"So, it's all the things I did that made you kiss me?" Ivan asked.

"Pretty sure," Gilbert sighed. He looked down for a second, but then looked back up, meeting Ivan's violet gaze. "But…" There was something else, but he couldn't quite place it.

"We need to remember he was locked up his whole life," Francis added. "He does not know what love feels like."

"I know what it feels like, dummkopf," Gilbert snapped.

"Who have you had to fall in love with?" Antonio asked innocently.

"No one…" Gilbert muttered.

"I say you should go for it, dude," Alfred said.

Gilbert sighed heavily and closed his eyes for a second. He tried to think but…well, that never turned out well for him. He took a deep breath, getting himself ready to go out on a whim. Quickly, he opened his eyes, and before he had a chance to stop himself, leaned forward and pressed his lips against Ivan's.

"Finally!" Alfred laughed.

"Don't be rude," Arthur scolded.

"Ah, l'amour is so sweet," Francis sighed happily.

Gilbert and Ivan separated. "Do I have permission to kill the Frenchy?" he asked.

"Yes," Arthur sighed.

"So, do you know what love feels like now?" Ivan chuckled.

"Maybe," Gilbert grinned. "It all depends."

Gah! I feel like shit for doing this, but it's done. I'm sorry for the half-assed ending, it's just that I kinda lost interest in this story a while ago, but I didn't want to hurt all of you by not finishing it. But, every time I tried to write, I just couldn't do it. So I changed tactics and made this a chapter shorter than it was supposed to be. I'm so sorry! And I tried for forever trying to get this to work, sort of... I dunno... I'm sorry guys...

Review, if you want.

And I do not own Hetalia or Snow White.