Opening!

Me: O_O *Staring at reviews to the last chapter.*

Feliciano: Vee~ Wow, quite the reaction.

Ludwig: Ja. Seems people respond to sadness much more.

Me: *Eyebrow raise* Hmm… Note to self write more sad stories.

*Sees readers* Oh hi! Well, at long last out story finishes today! Will it have a happy ending? It's a fairytale, what do you think?

I own nothing sadly…

The End

Ivan's voice floated over from behind the distraught prince. "No need to shout." Alfred craned his neck to give him a fierce glare, but his eyes were red rimmed with unshed tears. "I thought you'd be happier, at least you got to say goodbye…" The man smirked.

Alfred set his lover down gently and then turned on the enchanter. "Don't let him die!" He took a few steps toward him.

Ivan tilted his head curiously, a dark smile on his lips. "Is that a threat?"

The prince stalked over to him and grabbed the front of his coat. "Don't you dare let him die!" He balled the fabric in his hands into fists and pulled him down to eye level.

A chuckle fluttered out and Ivan pulled a fake scared look. "Ooh, it is a threat!"

"You're the only one with the power! Now do it!" Alfred growled.

Ivan's hands, which had been raised in mock surrender, suddenly shot forward knocking Alfred away from him and stumbling back a few paces. "Only if you defeat… Me!"

Fast splashes of light zapped across the enchanter's features. He grew taller, white fur erupted along his body, and his hands flattened. A membrane formed from each elongated finger until he sported gigantic bat wings. His legs became longer with talons, and a sharp muzzle armed with fangs burst into being.

Evil purple stared down at the prince and the creature let out his defining screech. Alfred, to his credit, hadn't moved from his spot. Though, he may have been frozen with fear. "The Great Animal…" He gasped.

Gilbert was gaping. "T-That was the thing I saw when I was hunting!"

"$50 says the animal wins." Francis said. Antonio and Gilbert shot him deadpanned looks. "Oh, what? Like I'm the only one thinking it!"

"…$60 on that blonde guy." The tortoise finally responded. The eagle smacked his face with a wing. (A.N. ^-^; I'm sorry.)

Alfred shook his head to regain his senses and pulled his sword from its scabbard. "I will not let him die!" The animal made to snap at his arm, but the prince swung out and his blade met the monster's shoulder.

A deep red gash was left where fur once resided. The beast shrieked at the pain and briefly inspected the wound then displayed a sickening cheshire grin at his victim. With a kick off the ground it flapped its wings and seemingly vanished into the scarred trees around the clearing.

Hearing all the noise outside Lovino swallowed his fear and let go of the wrist cuff holding him above the water. Taking a breath he swam to the bottom, spying a hole in the dungeon wall.

Alfred turned in place, casting glances at anywhere the animal might be hiding. Something snapped the branches above him and he barely saw the creature before its wicked feet pinned him to the ground.

Ivan's transformed self snatched up his weapon and then broke it in half with his fangs. Alfred, thinking fast, grabbed a stone and jammed it sharply into the beast's talons. They opened from the pain and the monster flew back a few feet, leaving the prince in a state of unmoving fatigue.

Biting his tongue a thought struck Gilbert. "The bow!" His friends glanced at him. "Alfred's bow! Swim to the bottom of the lake, and get the bow." Not giving him a second to respond, the bird grabbed Francis and lobbed him into the water.

The frog did as told however and found the bow, but couldn't pull it up. He was just about to surface to tell the others when his advisor swam around and snatched up the object with his motorboat speed. When they broke the lake top, Alfred was on the verge of unconsciousness.

"Throw it! Throw it!" The black eagle screeched. Antonio did, but Francis was still attached, and likewise landed in front of the prince.

He slapped Alfred's face. "Hello, sleeping beauty, this is your wake up call! Hello!" Blue eyes fluttered open. "Well, I'm done, goodbye." The frog jumped out of the way as the prince stumbled up and grabbed his bow.

The monster made another swipe at him and he tumbled backwards. He felt for an arrow before remembering he didn't have his quiver. "Oh shi-"

"Alfred!" The prince looked back at the lake in time to catch an arrow. Lovino had just fired at him from his own bow after crawling from the water.

"And that… is why you always confiscate an Italian's weapons when you capture them."

The Great Animal gave a snarl and flew into the air as this occurred. Ivan reared back and vaulted forward intent on a finishing blow. Alfred spun on his heel, notched the arrow, and when blue eyes met violet, the arrow was loosed.

The shot buried itself in the Animal's chest. Straight through his heart. Ivan's eyes widened and a deafening screech echoed off the lands as he lost altitude, every nerve in his body paralyzed.

Down, down, down, into the clear tranquility of Swan Lake.

Light soared from the impact and surrounded every inch of the castle and its inhabitants. Lovino fell forward on his knees with a sigh of relief, and the trio returned to human form. Francis was now a tall blonde man with light stubble and a blue and red outfit. The turtle became a handsome Spanish male with brown hair, green eyes, and some light yellow and red robes. Finally, the large black eagle became an obnoxious albino with sold onyx hunting clothes.

"Whoo!" Gilbert was the first to celebrate, tackling the other two with a laugh. Antonio followed suit, and even Francis in his now ruined colors allowed a smile to cross his lips. A little yellow bird chirped excitably in circles around them before settling in Gilbert's white hair as if nothing had changed.

"Haha, Amigo you owe me $60! He won! He won!" The Spaniard proclaimed.

"Oh non, I think not. He would not have won if I had not woken him up!"

"Still counts, Francis!"

"Guys…" The guard called their attention soberly and they looked to where he had nodded. The prince had stumbled over to Arthur. The three bowed their heads in respectful silence.

Tears slipped down Alfred's face. He held his lover's upper body to his own. "Please… Forgive me, Arthur. Forgive me. I only wanted to break the spell, to prove my love to you. I love you for your beauty, mind, courage, and kindness. I always have."

He sobbed as he said this. Alfred pressed his lips against the cold unyielding ones of Arthur, and then let him be lowered back onto the ground. The crown prince turned his back and covered his eyes mournfully.

Unbeknownst to all, a small dusting of pink was returning to pale cheeks. Eyelids twitched and fluttered open. Strong emerald orbs were uncovered. A quiet gasp of air was taken in. "A-Alfred?"

What was that? It was barely a whisper, but… The prince lifted his hand and glanced at his lost one. His eyes! They were open! "Arthur!" He placed trembling fingers on the once again warm skin.

"Oh, Alfred." They embraced and the silence from the onlookers broke.

"Ahh, ces magnifique." Francis sighed.

"Yeah, Everlasting Love." Antonio followed.

"… Meh." Gilbert grunted. Gilbird cheeped in agreement.

(A.N. ,^_^, That was so sweet.)

It was a day of great jubilation, the day of Alfred and Arthur's wedding. Bells rang out all throughout the two joined kingdoms. The couple walked hand in hand out of the church with identical smiles on their faces.

Rodreich stood to the side with a proud smile. It lasted all of five seconds before Lovino knocked into him. "Hey, Rodreich! I suppose you owe me an apology for calling me a coward. After all if it weren't for me, the Great Animal would still be alive."

The conductor rolled his eyes, and then they went wide. "Oh God!"

"Huh? What is it?" The Italian asked.

Rodreich pointed behind him with a wobbling finger. "T-The Great Animal! It's Alive!" Lovino turned in fear and came face to face with a rather convincing mask.

"Ahh!" He screamed.

The disguise was daintily pulled off to reveal the Queen. Rodreich held out a hand to take hers. "Elizabeta."

"Rodreich." She took his and they strolled away laughing at Lovino's expense. The poor man was still gripping the fabric over his heart.

Someone threw their arm over his shoulders and he freaked, snapping a fist at whoever was behind him. A very familiar Spaniard keeled over holding his stomach. "Oww…" He peeked open an eye. "Sorry to scare you."

"Y-You did not scare me, Bastardo!" Lovino denied with his face flushing.

"Hehe, you look pretty cute all red like that."

"S-Shut up!"

On the other side of the palace grounds, Gilbert was grilling the new recruits to the army. Alfred had given him a general's position after all the fuss and he was abusing it maliciously. "Alright, maggots! I don't care if everyone else does have the day off!" He announced, marching to and fro. "The prince wants a super fighting force and it's my job to get you ladies in shape! You're in Gilbert's army no-" His gaze caught on a blonde male servant walking by with purple eyes. Very quiet, but very cute.

"Never mind boys! You're dismissed!" The general was gone the very next second.

Later that night a reception was held in the grand ballroom. Even a sheepish Toris found himself forgiven and invited to dance by a certain 'like fabulous' chamberlain. All was well, but Arthur had a slightly uneasy feeling in his chest.

"Ohonhonhon…"

Oh yeah, he had promised that idiot something. "What is it, Frog?"

"I'm ready for my kiss, mademoiselle." Arthur scoffed.

"I'm not a bloody girl, you twat. And why would I kiss you? You're already human!"

"You still promised, mon ami~"

"Sorry Frog, not happening."

"Besides I think that right is reserved." Alfred walked up to them with a grin and wrapped an arm around Arthur's waist. "If you'll excuse us…"

He led them out to the garden. "Thanks for that."

"No Problem Arthur."

They sat down on a stone bench beneath a willow tree and Arthur turned to the newly proclaimed King. "Alfred, will you love me until the day I die?"

Alfred smiled gently and brought his Queen's face closer. "No, much longer than that, Arthur. Much longer." An unforgettable kiss was shared to seal the promise.

The End.

Me: Aww! That was Beautiful! *Dabs eyes with tissue.*

Feliciano: Vee~ That was really sweet, right Ludwig?"

Ludwig: Ja, ja, whatever. Story's over Feli lets go home. *Proceeds to drag him out.*

Me: Bye guys! *Sighs.* Now I'm all alone.

Lovino: *Kicks in door.* Hey! What the hell with that Spamano crap at the end?! We had a deal!

Me: Oh God, it just gets worse! DX I'm sorry Lovi, but I had to! You guys are a fan favorite! Not like anyone else cared! Right, Spain?

Antonio: *Walks in.* Nah, I didn't mind too much. Lovi was so cute! *Rubs cheeks with Romano.* He was like a little red tomato!

Lovino: Shut up, Spagna!

Ivan: *Appears right the f*** outa no where with a toy arrow stuck in his jacket.* I actually enjoyed playing the villain. It was fun to cause everyone great amounts of pain, even if it was fake. ^J^

Antonio and Lovino: O.O

Me: O.O ….

Ivan: ^J^

Me: … Oh I can't stay scared of that face! *Koala hugs Ivan.* Say, what do you guys think about a new story? Maybe… Hercules done Hetalia style?

Ivan: Would I be that fun Lord of the Dead guy?

Me: James Woods? Oh you mean Hades! Sure why not?!

Review please, because I like reviews. I want to hit the 50+ mark on this sucker! Also tell me in the reviews if you think I should do the Hetalia version of Hercules. If enough people say yes, then I'll do it! If not, Ivan will get mad. You wouldn't like him when he gets mad...

Ja nee~ Until we meet again! ^_^