So this will be an early Christmas present to you guys~

I am sorry for not updating in almost a year. I was just really caught up with college work and shit. Anyways, this is that last chapter for this story and I would really like to thank each and every one of you for your support!

Also, the winner for the OTP challenge is TheDeadOne28 for guessing my OTP which is, by the way, Norway x Romano (bet you didn't see that one coming, did ya? ;D). I'll do your PruMano fic- I just don't know when- x.x

Anyways, enjoy~

Epilogue

Domesticity

"Looooviiiiiiiii.~" The Italian blinked, setting the ladle down on the kitchen island as he turned his attention to the front door. There he saw Spain, a bit breathless from his errands and a little wet from the melted snow on his jacket. He looked ridiculous.

Lovino loved it.

Ever since the little.. scene he caused at the last World Meeting. He never really meant anything about it but the other nations, mainly England, Canada, and Poland, began to talk to him more. He was still a bit on edge when it comes to America but he was glad that the younger nation was trying his best to understand his situation.

He was smiling a whole lot more, something that pleased everybody, especially Spain. His relationship with his brother improved but not as much as he would have liked. He was communicating with Veneziano a lot more, yes, but the resentment that he developed over the centuries was something that he still needed to work on. But he was getting there, slowly but surely.

Spain played a big part in all of this. He never left Lovi with his negative thoughts as much as possible. He made sure to keep the Italian occupied whenever he wasn't with him, or called him as he worked. It was sweet. Annoying at times, but sweet nonetheless.

"Antonio." Lovino said his name in a monotone, almost questioning, but the suppressed smile on his lips said something else. With his arms folded over his chest, he made his way over to the smiling Spaniard and gave him a little kiss on the jaw. "Welcome home."

Welcome home.

That was something that he always dreamt above saying to another person.

Now he can say it as often as he'd like.

"Belgium and Ned will be here any minute now," the Italian said, almost in a reprimanding manner. "So head upstairs and wash up."

A smile was directed towards him and a small kiss was pressed to his forehead. "Si, si, mi amor. Oh! I'll be making something for the Christmas dinner right after you, okay?"

Lovino rolled his eyes but nodded. "Just not churros, okay?"

The Spaniard faked a cute pout before chuckling. "Of course not, mi tomatito. I'll be making some paella." And with that, Antonia gave him one last kiss on the nose before heading up the flight of stairs, humming "Jingle Bells" as he did so.

"Dear Journal,

It's Christmas right now, would you believe that? Remember my rants on how I'll be alone for Christmas? How I was being a prissy little shit as I wrote page after page of my apparent loneliness at the time? Well, guess what.

I'm not alone after all.

It's hard to think of the bad stuff as I sit here while I watch Belgium cook our Christmas dinner and Ned bickering with Spagna as they decorated the tree. Si, si, I know that I should be working but I need to give you some attention after decades of neglecting you.

Decades, huh?

I just realized how a lot has changed after a few decades. I know for a nation that it's only a, how do you call that, a blur in our lives but still- Tch, I'm getting too emotional that I can't even articulate myself. Don't worry, I won't deprecate myself. I haven't done that in a while; not since I started to live with Spagna.

Oh yeah, I haven't told you, right?

Well, a few days ago, I just got a very splendid Christmas present (even though it was a few days too early) and I'd just say that it was among the best presents that I've ever had. It was even better than the creation of tomatoes!

…..No I am not exaggerating—

..Well maybe a teeny bit-

Don't judge me, journal-"

But before Lovino could continue writing, a shadow loomed over him, forcing him to look up-

-into the goofy face of a certain Spaniard.

"It's time for dinner, mi amor. Come on!"

Lovino smiled and nodded. "I'll just finish this, bastard." With a content smile, the Italian once again looked down at the page before continuing the entry.

"It's time for me to go now, Journal. Antonio, the idiot, and the others are waiting. You know what? Thanks for always being there with me through the centuries. I know that I could always count on you.

End."

And with that, Lovino set the book down as he made his way to the dining area, the golden band on his left hand glinting at the light as he sauntered to his ever-smiling fiancé.

So this is the end for Dear Journal. I would once again thank you for your support. I love each and every one of you for commenting and just enjoying this fic of mine, despite the misspellings and grammatical mistakes (I'm too lazy to edit so-).

Advanced merry Christmas everybody ;D

-With love, AVR