(Klara's POV)

Has it really been four years? Mein Gott. Time flies when... life happens? Who cares. Okay, time to get up to speed.

After New Year's my freshman year of high school, Francis moved back to France. Apparently he got a job he'd been hoping to get and he got it so there he is. We see him during the holidays but no one really misses him. He's missed, but not too much.

Antonio and Lovino never got together. They're still best friends and they live together, but that's because they're co-hosts on a new cooking show. Antonio's been seeing this girl and Lovino's been growing tomatoes. Funny though, I haven't seen them in two years...

Ludwig and Feliciano didn't really get together either. They did more of a friends with benefits type thing. I guess that's okay. I think Feli and Lovi's dad would have cried when he heard his boys weren't interested in girls. They still live in the same house as they did when I was in high school.

I think I'm finally getting over Gilbert, though. He did come out of the coma, but then we got the news. He had a rare disease of some sort. A TERMINAL disease. I miss him so much. I gave him back his phone, but he insisted that I keep it. I remember being there the night he died.

Antonio and Feliciano were trying to lighten up the mood. Gilbert seemed to be happier than he had ever been his whole life; he was incredibly weak, but happy. Ludwig just sat there in a chair next to Gilbert's bed, death gripping the arm rests. They both knew, but the rest of us were oblivious. Lovino and I sat there awkwardly. He'd glance at his phone, I ask a few questions for no reason, that sort of stuff.

As the night progressed, Gilbert got weaker, and weaker, and weaker. Then he called us over. He looked at us, told each of us his favourite memory of us (and we gave him our favourites), he gave us probably the biggest, most radiant grin in his life, relaxed against the pillow, closed his eyes, and died. He still had that stupid grin on his face.

Ludwig looked like he was about to break down on the spot again. Feliciano just started rubbing his back and telling him it would be okay if he did. Antonio just looked shocked, like he was expecting Gilbert to wake up again. Lovino didn't know how to respond. I died a little bit inside again. All of the memories just came flooding back to me of when I was younger.

On my birthday when I was five, he took me to the amusement park. I couldn't walk through the whole park, so he had me up on his shoulders. There's a picture of the picture on his phone... I don't know how everything comes back to his phone. Anyway, he took me on any rode I wanted, bought me french fries and a large ice cream for lunch, and got me one of those disposable cameras from a gift shop. I still have it in my Box of Memories, unusued.

I'm not sure why I remembered that, but I guess that was my favourite memory of him. I remember telling him that, and that was his favourite memory of me, too. I remember the viewing. Oh Gott. I had to look nice even though I felt like shit inside, Ludwig was still on the edge of breaking, and the guests were of no help to me. I didn't show any signs of being upset or lost. I actually learned that if I crack jokes, I feel better. He said no tears. I was keeping my promise. But there was this one lady who scolded me for disrespecting the loved ones of the desceased.

Excuse me?! I am his only -cencored-ing sister! If I want to crack jokes at his viewing instead of crying, I will! I'm sorry. I just realised how ticked that made me.

The funeral was better, though. It was small. There was Antonio, Lovino, Francis, Ludwig, Feliciano, and myself. Well, Gilbert was there too, but he kind of had to be. He was kind of the whole point of it. Anyway, there was Rammstein playing in the background, and we were all talking about our lives, how we'll miss Gilbert, that kind of stuff.

My birthday was last week. It was also my graduation day! Do you know what my present was? I got Ivan out of jail with all of the money I saved! I live in Gilbert's house now, and Ivan's here too. I sleep in Gilbert's old room, Ivan sleeps in my old room (that was where I stayed when I would occasionally stay the night with him), and the guest bedroom is for guests. Duh.

I'm pretty happy with my life right now. Ivan's been teaching me Russian. Unfortunately, I can only say "I'm from Germany" (Я из Германе). He says that I sound funny when I speak Russian. Hell, I still sound like I'm fresh from Germany when I speak English! I've got the writing part down, obviously. Oh shit, I'm running out of room!

I have to go, but I may start a new book soon!

~The End.~

Epilouge

Everyone lived happily in their lives. France became a famous gourmet chef, Antonio and Lovino each got married to the women of their dreams (they all live together in a mansion on the southern side of town, by the beach) and their cooking show took off, Ludwig and Feliciano both got really good jobs and made loads of money, Ivan and Klara never married but really just stayed best friends (their happy the way they are, mind you).

Saddly, everyone lost touch with each other over the years. It wasn't until Antonio got into an accident that everyone met up. He was fine, but it scared everyone.

The last time anyone really had any information on Klara and Ivan, they still weren't married. They were dating, but they were taking it REALLY slow. She never got rid of Gilbert's phone. It still works and has all of the original files and charges. They were added to the Box of Memories that Klara still keeps under her bed to this day.