Meh. I know it isn't that great. I didn't have too many ideas or inspiration. But this is the end! Woo... A finished story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia nor am I making any money off of this. It was for fun.
(Now I know it wasn't too great of a story, I've improved in my writing skills but it's been awhile since I've been able to finish this and I kind of lost my mojo for it. I will be making my own story. It will not be posted on here because it's with my own created characters. Message me if you would like to read it and I'll send you a link~)
Epilogue
1 Year Later
"Fuck, I almost had it!" The blue hedgehog on the iPhone died when it hit a fish and restarted to the beginning. "This game cheats."
Bump."Hey watch it, dummkopf!" He yelled to the person he just ran into and they scowled at him. Which, in turn, he flipped them the bird.
Back to my game… Right as he was about to start it, the iPhone started to ring and a picture popped up. Clicking the green bottom, he held the phone up to his ear.
"Gilbert, hurry up! You're going to be late. Alfred and Arthur are already here." Matthew scolded and Gilbert rolled his eyes.
"Ja, ja, Birdie. I'm almost there, see. I see you right now!" Gilbert waved to the Canadian who was sitting in a café with two others and Matthew's eyes found the Prussian's.
He waved back and Gilbert hung up, looking back and forth on the street, saw no cars and jogged across and went inside the building to fling his arms around Matthew's shoulders and kiss his neck. Alfred stuck out his tongue in disgust and Arthur rolled his eyes at Alfred's childish behavior.
The albino sat down next to Matthew and was handed a cup of Chai tea which he happily took.
"So…" Gilbert started.
"We are thinking about moving to London, Arthur's home." Alfred said and took a drink of his Americano.
Arthur smiled at that. He missed being in the United Kingdom.
Gilbert seemed to debate this a bit. "Ja, anything is better than here. I've kind of lost any kind of interest I held for America." He laughed his…unique…laugh.
"Anyway—"
…..
So, I know what you're thinking. How the hell is Gilbert alive? This is how. You know that ghost? His name was Winter. He has been bound to that house for over a hundred years ever since he was murdered inside it.
He was left there for a purpose which he didn't know what purpose that was. When Ivan came with a young man named Gilbert, he figured they were just going there for a rump like all the other teenagers did when they found the house.
He was wrong.
Winter had watched in horror as Gilbert was tortured by the large Russian. At the time, he could do nothing but when the man was left there and Ivan left, they would speak.
Winter found that they used to be dating and he wanted to break it off because he was in love with another man and was forced into the relationship with Ivan. Before he could, he was captured and held in the Room.
He went through many different types of torture, lost much blood and at times, Ivan would stop hurting him and nurse him back to health just to start again with the beatings.
When Ivan moved in with three others, he had the sick pleasure of making himself sick and when everybody was gone, go into the Room and taunt the man about how he would kill Matthew before the end of the year.
Winter had promised to help.
Gilbert was highly malnourished, thin and very frail. He had enough strength to kill Ivan before he could kill Birdie.
That day, Ivan was pronounced dead by the doctors and was put in morgue. Matthew was happy to be rid of him and of course the others were too.
Alfred had went through surgery to fix the stab wound and is now healthy and happy.
Gilbert will never be fully healthy but he was strong enough to move passed the scars and live a happy normal life with his Birdie.
Until…
…..
"Sister."
"Yes, big brother?"
"It seems I have failed, da… I wasn't able to pull through."
"…Don't worry, big brother. I will finish what you started…"
