A/N: This is the end, my dears. Thank you for sticking around with me for this long. Tell me what you've thought about all this! Until next time!

Epilogue:

Ludwig woke instantaneously and the first thing he realized was that he wasn't dead.
Which was good of course, but he really, really hurt.
But he was glad to be alive, even though he couldn't see out of his left eye. Kristy's shot was amazing. She took out his eye but not his head. "Play dead." She had muttered as she passed, a couple more of the Erlösung following her. And Ludwig did, but passed out from the pain. And now here he was. In a place that looked like the infirmary ward from the Survey Corps HQ.
"Ludwig!" The aforementioned boy bolted up in bed, and he saw a sight that he could've cried at.
"Feli!" he said, his voice cracking and the brunet boy rushed to his side, colliding into him with the force of an entire carriage. Ludwig buried his face into Feli's hair, breathing him in. Tears pricked his eyes and then he couldn't stop himself.
Ludwig cried.
He cried for his brother, for the Archive's lost knowledge, for Kristy, and for himself. And Feli sat with him, stroking his hair and making calming noises.
And Ludwig didn't let go.

Arthur woke slowly, aware of the dull throb in his side and the heat that encircled his hand. He looked to the side slightly to see Alfred clutching his hand in an immobile grip, fast asleep. Arthur's recounting of events was just as slow as his waking. He remembered hearing a bullet fire off and was aware of one of the Erlösung soldier crouching by him.
"Sorry about that." The guy said. "But it had to be done. And you aren't bleeding out, don't worry. You'll be out of here soon, okay? Just hang on. Focus on the pain and how much it hurts. You'll stay alive longer." Then he left and Arthur did just what he said. When Kristy found him, she whistled her surprise.
"You lucky dog, you." She said, in the light cheerful tone he was used to hearing. "You survived! Guess this means I gotta help you though hmm? Sorry about this." Then she picked him up and everything went black, the pain was so intense.
And he woke here.
With Alfred.
The relief was so strong he started crying.
The first sob was quiet, but the following ones woke Alfred and the dear boy started hovering nervously, wanting to get a doctor. But Arthur's hand was a vice around his and Alfred finally got the message that Arthur didn't want to let him go. Never again. Arthur wasn't ever going to leave him ever again.

Kristy started stripping almost right after Roderich's corpse burned to ash and had faded in to nothing right in front of them. Hund, the obedient dog he was, had left during the spell and brought her back two buckets of water to clean herself with.

"Thanks, Hund." She said gratefully and grabbed some of the spare clothes Roderich kept in his office to use as a sponge.

"So . . . you mind explaining?" Hund asked, his backed turned to her as she bathed.

"Explain what?" she said lightly, innocently.

"How you managed to do that?"

Kristy hummed, rubbing the cloth down her arm. "He gave me too much blood." She said, "It started changing me, making it easier to break out of my addiction and his hypnotism. I acted like that to get revenge. I so hate being manipulated, as you know."

Hund snorted at that.

"And with the semi-immortality that I got, I could heal and do a bit like he could, though on a much smaller scale."

"So does this mean you're immortal?" he asked.

"Mm, probably not. I expect it will wear off eventually. I don't know when though, one hundred or even five hundred years from now, it's hard to tell." Kristy grabbed a dress from Roderich's wardrobe of clothing. Ignoring the fact that her old boss had possessed women's clothes, Kristy dressed herself quickly.

"So now we just try and blend in to normal society." She fixed her shirt and declared herself decent. Hund turned around to fix her with a dead pan stare.

"And how would we do that?" Hund asked, "After what just happened, we're ruined for normal society."

Kristy smirked at him, "I was in the Archives for a while you know, gave me lots of time to look at those books. And no one checked to see if they were actually burning, you know. They just saw smoke from underneath the door and assumed things were ablaze."

"That's brilliant." Hund conceded, "But that doesn't change the fact our names and faces are known."

"Easy." Kristy dismissed, fixing her hair, "No one remembers faces and names are easy to change."

"Oh yeah?" Hund asked, leaning back against the desk and Kristy made her way to the door. "And what name would you go by?"

Kristy paused, a hand on the doorknob, then she turned around to look at him, her dark brown hair held in a loose ponytail resting over her shoulder. She smiled, looking back at him with golden-brown eyes bright and a thoughtful look on her face.

"I always have liked the name Carla."