I Will Remember You

Epilogue

Yao let out a long yawn, stretching as he sat up.

"Finally, you're awake."

With a yelp, he jumped up, eyes wide as he looked around the room. He didn't recognize it as one of his own, having a Western style about it. Standing at the door to his room was England, holding a bowl of something sweet smelling and a cup of tea.

"Aiyaa! Don't scare me like that, aru!" China whined, relaxing again with a pout.

England rolled his eyes, coming into the room. "Like you can bloody well talk, you scared everyone half to death yesterday. We had no idea where you'd gone, and when we found you, Russia got all creepy and…well, like Russia, I guess. They are all in the meeting room discussing what to do next, since yesterday failed," he said, passing the bowl to China, who eyed it suspiciously, much to Arthur's annoyance.

"Don't worry, Francis made it. He refused to let me in the kitchen. Though I don't understand why," he grumbled, taking the seat next to his bed.

Silence filled the room for a while as Yao ate, refusing to look at England.

"What happened last night? We found you in the forest-"

Yao's closed his eyes tightly, as if in pain, making Arthur pause, his expression slightly guilty. "Sorry."

Placing the bowl to the side, Yao shook his head, letting out a sigh. "England, how much do you remember of your mother, Albion? And, what I guess you would call, the other 'Ancients'?" he asked softly, figuring out how to dodge the Briton's question.

"You mean Mother Britannia? Not much, I'm afraid to say. It has been so long since she fell," England thought, leaning back in his seat, a small frown on his face. "I'm sure France and my brothers remember more about that time, they are older than me after all. I never really met any of the other ancients. I saw Gaul once or twice, and of course the Roman Empire, but I barely remember any of them."

China nodded, wincing slightly at the mention of Rome, not that England noticed as he was lost in his own thoughts.

"I am not surprised you don't remember them. You were a child, aru. It was certainly a long time ago. A much simpler time," he said, closing his eyes and letting out a sigh.

England looked at China curiously, "You were around back then, weren't you?"

A dark laugh came from the Asian country, followed by a nod, "Very much so. Sometimes I do wish I'd perished with them all. The modern world is so different."

At that moment, England thought he could truly see the age hidden behind China's young face, but it was gone as fast as it came, and Yao shook his head, sitting up properly. "The others must be waiting, we should go join them?"

England nodded, "Yes, I suppose we should. Your clothes are being washed, but there should be some clothes in the dresser. We'll be in the meeting room when you are ready to join us," he said, gesturing to the simple wooden dresser in the corner of the room, before standing and heading to the door.

"Oh! Wait a moment!" he suddenly exclaimed, burying his hand in his pocket and pulling something out, handing it to China. "I found this yesterday where we found you. Is it yours?"

China's eyes widened slightly at the simple chain and the golden band on it. His expression turned slightly pained and he nodded to England, "Y-yes, this is mine. Thank you."

Hesitating slightly, Arthur nodded and left the room, leaving Yao on his own again.

He let out a sigh, clipping the chain around his neck, feeling a strange comfort at the familiar, cool metal resting on his chest.

China tugged at the sleeves on the shirt he wore, missing his normal attire as he walked towards to meeting room, from which he could already hear America's loud voice.

All the clothes in the dresser had obviously belonged to Alfred, all consisting of sloppy short-sleeved shirts and pants, most of which Yao was too small for. He'd settled with a red collared shirt and a pair of black jeans which just barely kept from slipping down.

"Damn it guys! I don't care! We need to strike them back as soon as possible! Germany's forces are already moving in."

"Yes, but America, we need to think about this carefully. We need to fix the mistakes we made yesterday. We need to figure out what that thing was!"

Yao paused outside the room, curious to hear the conversation that would be halted when he entered.

"For once, Angleterre is right."

"You bloody frog, this isn't the first tim-"

"Whatever it was, I felt like I'd seen it before."

Russia's voice made the two fighting nations pause and silence fill the room.

"I do have to agree with you there."

"It almost looked like…no, that wouldn't be possible."

"Tell us, France."

A sigh could be heard, "All right, but it's crazy. It looked a bit like what I remember Ancient Rome to look like."

His breath caught, and before he knew what he was doing, Yao burst into the room. "What did you just say?" he exclaimed, staring at France as everyone jumped at his sudden entrance.

"China! You're awake!" America cheered, momentarily forgetting the conversation. "Dude, you scared us yesterday!"

Yao ignored him, still watching Francis, who looked back at him with wide eyes. "What did you say about Rome?"

The room went silent again, the other nations surprised by China's forwardness.

"Well, awhile after you left the beach yesterday, a figure appeared over the ocean. Kind of like a projection, I guess. It sang something, and then disappeared. It was pretty bloody frightening," England admitted, before looking at Francis. "You really think it looked like Ancient Rome?"

France nodded, "I do believe so, but it's impossible, he died a long time ago, non? Wait, China, is something wrong?"

Yao shut his eyes tightly, hanging his head. "You guys must do joking, aru. It's impossible," he said weakly.

"I agree, but it was something, Yao. And I do have to agree with France, no matter how much I hate to, it did look similar to Rome. And it might not be impossible for a nation to still exist after losing its land. I mean, look at Prussia, he's still around and making an ass of himself," England grumbled the last bit, a scowl forming on his face at the thought of the red eyed albino. "It's entirely possible that he could come ba-"

England let out a yelp as Yao suddenly tackled him to the ground. "Shut up, shut up, bì zuǐ! Don't lie to me! It's impossible; otherwise he would've come back long ago! Stop joking around like that, you bastards!" he yelled, hitting the Briton repeatedly.

"China!" "Mon dieu! Yao, stop!"

Yao ignored the yells, rapid curses coming out of his mouth as he beat England, until a pair of strong arms wrapped around his middle, pulling him away.

"Fàngshǒu! Let go of me!" China yelled, lunging for England again, but not getting anywhere. Let go!

"Stop it."

The deep voice of Russia made China freeze for a second, before he pushed him away, sending a glare at each of the shocked nations before running out of the room, the tears that had been waiting to spring now falling down his cheeks.

Eventually, he had ended up in the house's large garden, head buried in his arms as he silently cried, hating himself for his lack of control. The other nations gave him his space, not knowing what was wrong, but knowing it wasn't their place to meddle.

"Roma…why…why did you damn me to this life of waiting to join you…"

"I am sorry, my flower."

China gasped, looking up as he felt warm arms wrap around him. The arms he'd longed for since Rome fell.

Brown eyes met brown and Yao felt like he couldn't breath.

He just stared, mouth slightly agape, earning a laugh from Roma.

"You haven't aged a day," he said, bringing Yao's hand to his mouth and laying a kiss on it. "I have missed you."

"Rome…?" Yao breathed, not believing his eyes. He reached up slowly, pacing a hand on Roma's cheek. "This…this isn't possible…"

Despite his words, Yao continued running his hands over the ex-Empire, trying to make himself believe. His soft curly hair, his well-toned chest, his calloused hands, his warm, happy brown eyes; everything was just as he remembered.

"How…?"

Rome felt a small smile take his lips, and he pulled Yao close again, burying his face in the Asian's silky, soft hair. "That can wait till later, can't it? We are together again, that's all that matters now."

Yao nodded slightly, looking back into Roma's eyes, his smile contagious, "I guess you are right."

Winking, Rome let out a laugh, pulling China onto his lap and leaning forward till their foreheads met.

"Of course I am, what's new?"

And with that, he swooped in and their lips met. They moulded together like they had all those years ago, tongues sliding through in a fight for dominance, their lips moving in sync. Yao's hands found their way into to Rome's hair, curling it around his fingers and pulling him closer, trying to deepen the kiss.

But eventually the kiss ended, leaving Yao gasping for breath as Rome moved down the Asian's throat, making a delicious blush rise to his cheeks and shivers run down his spine.

"R-roma!" he gasped softly, moving his head to leave the skin more accessible as he felt Rome nipping at it. "Please…don't leave any marks…I'll have to explain-" his words were taken as Rome brought their mouths together again, a smirk on his lips.

"Too late," he murmured, kissing the edge of China's mouth.

With a growl, Yao pulled Roma away, tugging the curly locks. "You're an idiot," he pouted, running a hand over his neck, earning a laugh from Rome. Even if he couldn't feel them, he knew the bruise-like marks were there.

"And you're cute," Rome laughed, giving him a kiss on the nose, before looking at Yao's neck. "They aren't too bad," he said, tracing one of the marks with the tip of his finger, making Yao shiver. "I'll have to fix that."

Yao groaned as his neck was assaulted again, burying his face in Rome's hair and trying to hold back the moans that threatened to burst through his lips.

Rome peeled back the collar of Yao's shirt a bit, and the Asian was confused when he paused in his assaults on Yao's poor skin.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking at Rome's face as he pulled back a bit. There was a slight blush on the Roman's cheeks, but it was mainly shock that attracted Yao's attention. "What is it?"

Something sparked in his eyes as Rome lifted the gold band from Yao's chest. "You…you still have it?"

"Of course I do! Why wouldn't I?" Yao asked, highly confused. He tilted Roma's chin up, worrying slightly.

Rome simply stared at China for a second, before pouncing, wrapping his arms tightly around Yao and kissing every part of him he could. Yao was slightly winded as he fell back against the ground, confused by the Roman who had practically tackled him.

"What are you-"

"Te amo, Yao! Te amo, te amo!"

China fought the blush which lit up his cheeks as Rome pulled back a smiled down at him. The Roman examined his lover, the soft, tanned, skin and silky hair, deep brown eyes and plush lips.

"I have missed you so much," he said, sitting back and pulling Yao into his arms again, burying his face in his hair.

Yao wrapped his arms around Roma, cuddling into his chest. "You aren't that only one."

France felt a slight smile take his lips as he glanced out of the window, seeing China with, who he'd guessed was, Rome.

He didn't understand how it had happened, but he was happy for China. Francis had been around when they had gotten together, and had remembered the love that pair had shared upon seeing Yao's reaction to England's words.

"What are you smiling at, Frog?"

He turned to see England, who was nursing a black eye and cut lip, leaning against the doorway. France smiled at Arthur, completely confusing him.

"Mon ami, I am simply happy for our dear China. It seems he has finally been given back something he lost many years ago," Francis said simply, walking past Arthur and back to the meeting room. "I believe we should continue the meeting without him. He needs some time."


Translations (I used Google Translate, please correct me if I'm wrong!)

Angleterre (French)- England

Non (French) - No

Bì zuǐ (Chinese) - Shut up

Mon dieu (French) - My God

Fàngshǒu (Chinese) - Let go

Te amo (Latin) - I love you


So, yeah! This is the Epilogue! I could've done something completely different with it, which was tempting, but I decided to let Yao be happy. This could've been a lot longer too, and I might've possibly had to bump up the rating, but I decided it was best to keep it PG.

I absolutely love this pairing, they are just so adorable and cute and askjrhslkjrha *smooshes their cheeks*

Anyway, that is all for this story, I believe. Thank you to those who reviewed and favourited! You encouraged me to write this.

Any of you who read this is the future, please leave a review and/or favourite if you like it, it means a lot to mean to know people like my work! :)

ALSO, HOLY HELL, THE NEW EPISODE. JUST LET ME SILENTLY SCREAM. YES, THANK YOU.

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ANYWAY! I love you all and thanks for reading this! I hope to see some of you again when I post a couple of stories in the not-so-distant future!

Ciao~!