A/N: Iiiiiis at the bottom this time.. :]

And so in the end, almost everything returned to normal. Or as normal as it could be once the actual rules of the known universe had been bent so far they had broken. London had predicted, things couldn't return entirely to the way they had been before. They couldn't keep everyone separate. How could they?

Most of the world's leaders hadn't seen it necessary to hold onto the old rules and regulations once everything was settled. The nations and capitals would always been drawn to each other and there was just no reason to keep them separate anymore. Not to say that there were no repercussions for breaking the rules in the first place, because there certainly definitely were. But all paperwork and tedious meetings aside, everyone seemed happier with the one rule they were forced to follow now gone.

All around the world, a sense of contentment and happiness had settled.

Poland and Warsaw..

".. So then I totally saw red and just had to call him out on it." Poland's eyes shifted up briefly from Warsaw's fingernails which he was diligently painting hot pink. They sat cross legged in front of each other on his bed where they had found themselves almost every day since the rule had been abolished. It was almost physically impossible to separate the two "Anyway so long story short I'm not allowed to talk during meetings anymore. Like as if anyone knows about Poland better than, duh me, Poland." He rolled his bright green eyes.

Warsaw shook her head. "Why would you get so mad Poland? You coulda like, gotten in huge trouble. Ya know?"

He sighed. "Like, I don't even know what came over me! It was so bad."

"Well don't do that anymore. They might take you away from me again. And I bet they make it worse than before and stuff! I don't think I could handle all that paperwork and meetings alone now that I've gotten to do it with you." She bent down in an attempt to force him to look at her. "Promise you won't do that again."

"Yeah, yeah. Of course I promise. Sneaking around again would totally suck." He touched one of her nails gingerly to test that the paint had dried. A smile lit his face and he finally looked up. "All done."

Warsaw examined his work. "You did them perfect!" She tackled him into a tight hug and they fell back onto the bed together.

"Well what'd you expect? I have had like, plenty of practice." He laughed as she snuggled into his chest.

Suddenly, Poland's phone rang loudly on the end table beside the blonde nation's bed. He rolled his eyes then reached out and picked up the receiver and held it so Warsaw could listen in.

"Hello?" He asked, inspecting his own fingernails as he did so.

"Poland? We need to speak to you and Warsaw, assuming you are together, as soon as you're available. Is that alright?" An official sounding voice came through the speaker and made them both frown a little. "It's top priority."

"Yeah I guess that's okay. Totally. We're all done here. Be there like.. As soon as we can." With that the valley boy dropped the phone back onto the table. "Ready? Time to like totally be official or whatever."

Warsaw nodded then hopped off the bed and smoothed out her hair. "Whenever you are." She answered with a cheery smile. "And as long as we're together."

"Hm.. And then after we could like, go get ice cream or something." He stood and tapped his chin thoughtfully.

"Yes, yes! Let's get this meeting over super-fast!" Warsaw took his hand and dragged him out of the bedroom. With that, the pair who no longer had to sneak their friendship left Poland's house hand in hand, chattering happily about clothes and ponies.

China and Beijing..

Beijing had taken full advantage of the newly presented opportunity to get to know her nation. When she wasn't in meetings or stuck doing paperwork for her boss, she was at China's house. She found they had more in common than either could have ever imagined. They had a shared love of cute things and pandas of course. They had the same taste in food, and books and music too. It was enlightening to have someone so fundamentally similar, she felt completely drawn to him and was so happy to be able to actively seek him out.

"Beijing?" His capital had taken his panda and slipped away down one of the hallways in his house. "We have to go soon, we don't have time to play right now unfortunately."

"Aww.." The girl appeared back from around a corner with the panda on her back. "I forgot we had to get things for lunch."

China laughed. "But don't be sad! We'll cook fast and then do something fun. How does that sound?"

Beijing smiled. "That sounds great Mr. China. I'll cook something great for you."

Austria, Vienna, Hungary and Budapest..

"Please stop watching me write. It's making me uncomfortable." Vienna looked up at Budapest from the neat notes she was taking in the notebook she always had in her bag. "You don't have to sit so close either, I'm not going anywhere." She looked at him over her thick rimmed glasses.

"But you're just so cute when you're concentrating." The light haired capital grinned and leaned towards her. "What're you writing anyway? I bet it's something important isn't it."

Vienna clenched her jaw and set her pen down angrily.

Upstairs, Austria's fingers froze on the keys of his piano, and glanced towards the closed door of the music room and shouting and a loud crash drifted from the lower level of his house. He chuckled quietly as he turned back to his piano. "It sounds as though they're fighting again."

Hungary, who sat on a couch across the room, looked up from her book and over at the aristocratic nation. "Should I go stop them?"

"No, let them go." Austria's fingers returned to the keys. "It will build their character."

His female companion laughed. "Oh you're terrible."

Greece, Athens, Turkey and Ankara..

".. And THAT, Ankara, is why Greece is an idiot and why I am better in every way. You got it?" Turkey was busy explaining as he and his usually boisterous capital sat on a grassy hill watching Greece, who was working on excavating something.

"I guess I kinda see." Ankara wrapped her arms around her knees as her nation chuckled to himself.

"You see Turkey? Not everyone is as stupid as you. Even your own capital seems to be having a hard time with it." Greece said coolly, earning a quiet laugh from Athens who sat on a partially excavated set of stairs, drawing something in a sketchpad she held on her lap.

Turkey growled and hopped to his feet. "You want to say that again?"

Greece paused and looked over his shoulder, before resuming his digging. "Not particularly."

With that, the masked nation marched up to his neighbor. Already in a rage, he began shouting and trying to provoke a fight. Greece however remained fairly calm, which only seemed to make Turkey angrier.

Athens slipped to Ankara's side and cleared her throat. "Want to go get something to eat? I know of this really great place right near by."

"Yeah that sounds good."

Netherlands and Amsterdam..

Amsterdam stepped off her mo-ped and slipped off her helmet, in order to shake out her hair. She made her way up to the door of Netherland's house. With a quick glance up and down the street, she rang the bell. After a short shuffling behind the door, the tall blonde nation emerged from a haze of smoke. He looked down at her and cocked his head to the side. Without saying anything, she held up plastic baggy and shook it a little. A sheepish grin appeared on her face as he eyed the contents of the bag and his hard gaze softened. Netherlands managed a small smile and the pair disappeared into his home.

France, Paris, England and London..

The brunch that England, France and each of their respective capitals found themselves at was awkward to say the least. The routine visit between the four had quickly turned sour as France found in necessary to bring up some of the things he had done the night before, namely the English capital and an awkward and tense silence had soon followed.

Paris hadn't been able to stop laughing since her nation had stopped talking. England was attempting to burn a hole through the man with the acidic glare he had mustered. London had buried her face in her hands in an attempt to hide her embarrassment. Then of course the source of the uncomfortable situation, France himself, was grinning as if nothing happened.

"You bloody disgusting frog. Don't you have any decency at all?" England snapped as his brain finally allowed him to form words.

"Oh don't be so angry Angleterre. You look so much cuter when you aren't angry." He set a hand on London's knee with a smirk in the other nation's direction.

"Please don't touch me. You're only making it worse." London managed to grumble into her hands.

Paris wiped at her eyes to get rid of the tears that had formed there before they spilled over and ruined her artfully applied mascara. "Oh I am so sorry London. I just never though you would-"

"Don't repeat it." England's tone was sharp as cut her off and held her hand out.

France only gave a wolfish grin and crossed his arms, obviously impressed with himself.

After a moment, Paris smiled and made an attempt to change the topic. "Well your hair looks nice today London. Usually you don't do anything to it at all. It's a nice change, no?" She pointed to the English capital's perfect blonde ringlets.

England sighed then nodded. "Yes I agree. It looks very nice." He lifted his teacup to his lips in order to take a sip, now that his rage had seemingly subsided.

"Yes well, France did it this morning. I figured he owed it to me after messing it up so badly last night." London answered before she could stop herself. She cringed after the words tumbled from her mouth and didn't look up from her lap to see the damage she had caused. Instead she curled further down towards her legs and groaned quietly.

England spit the tea he had just sipped all over the table in front of him. France erupted into a new fit of laughter and leaned back in his chair. Paris giggled as well, but put a sympathetic hand on London's shoulder.

"Kill me now, just kill me now.." London muttered the two nations broke into an increasingly violent argument across the table.

Paris only gave her one last reassuring pat. "You'll be fine, but you must promise to tell me all the dirty details later mon ami. For now though, this fight can only get better, don't you agree?" She relaxed back into her chair in order to watch the nations, who had both stood in order to shout at each other.

London peeked up through her fingers at England and France, before groaning again and leaning over to hug her own legs. "Please just kill me now before I die of embarrassment anyway."

Switzerland, Bern, Lichtenstein and Vaduz..

A sunny day meant an afternoon off for the neutral siblings and their semi reluctant capitals. Liechtenstein had planned a picnic and had cooked all the food for the group. The capitals however were less than enthusiastic. Vaduz was working on finding any excuse to stay indoors, including but not limited to bugs, allergies and the chance of a thunderstorm. Bern on the other hand had mountains of paperwork to finish. However, the ever sweet Liechtenstein succeeded in persuading everyone. Switzerland of course was powerless to his little sister's suggestion of course, and the capitals caved shortly after.

They laid a blanket on a sunny hillside and set out their picnic. Bern closed his eyes and lay back into the soft grass. He took a deep breath as a warm breeze ruffled his hair and for a rare, fleeting moment, he let himself relax.

All of the Nordics..

Having the entire Nordic family together in one house was something like bringing every member of a very dysfunctional family together and sticking them all into a small room. Finland smiled fondly from where he sat in a chair along the wall of the packed dining room. His fingers scratched at Hanatamago's back absentmindedly, as the tiny dog sat happily in his lap. He watched as the nations and capitals argued like siblings forced to get along for the holidays.

Norway and Denmark were at each-other's throats, which wasn't shocking. Helsinki and Copenhagen were trying, unsuccessfully, to convince Iceland to let them dress up Mr. Puffin. Iceland was completely ignoring them, and munching on a bowl of pretzels that had been set in front of him. Stockholm and Reykjavik had Sweden backed into a corner as they tried to get him to speak more than two words at a time. Oslo stepped briefly from the kitchen in an apron and oven-mits. She opened her mouth as if she were going to ask something, but after surveying the dining room she rolled her eyes and disappeared again into the kitchen.

Finland laughed. "Better go help out." He thought as he stood from the seat. Hanatamago hopped down to follow closely at his ankles.

"Fin please help.." Sweden tried as the girls in front of him giggled.

The cheery blonde continued on his way to the kitchen with a smile. "Oh you're fine. I'm going to help cook."

"But.."

"Come on Mr. Sweden. Don't be shy!" Stockholm smiled and set a hand on her nation's arm. "We just want to talk."

"Please Mr. Sweden?" Reykjavik set her hands on his other arm.

The tall blonde let out a breath. "I'm not shy, just can't think of anything to say."

Russia, Moscow and the Baltics..

It was snowing again. Russia watched the lazy flakes drift down from the grey sky towards the thick blanket of white already covering the area visible outside his window. He sighed and fogged up a portion of the glass in front of him. "Hm." He hummed disapprovingly.

Moscow looked up from the email he was busy typing on his laptop. To be entirely honest, he had forgotten Russia was standing so near-by so he only barely flinched when his nation made the small noise. "Is something wrong Mr. Russia?"

The large nation sighed again then took the seat across the small kitchen table from Moscow. "Nothing really, only I wish General Winter weren't so mean. I'd like to see the sun every once in a while. Sunflowers don't like to grow in the cold."

The Russian capital seemed caught off guard for a moment, and then smiled softly. "Well maybe we're due for a vacation. Somewhere sunny does sound really nice."

Russia remained silent as if considering the suggestion, before smiling back. "Maybe we could all get kidnapped again, da?"

"Th- That's not exactly what I meant Mr. Russia."

"Mr. Russia?" Vilnius stepped out of the kitchen with Tallinn and Riga close behind her. "Dinner's just about done. We all worked super hard." She wiped her hands on her apron and smiled. Lithuania, Estonia and Latvia peeked out through the door frame warily to see what Russia's reaction would be.

"Should we set the table?" Lithuania asked.

Russia didn't answer right away. But after the short silence, a rare genuine smile lit his face. "No you keep on cooking. Moscow and I will set the table."

Latvia paled a little. "Are you.. Sure Mr. Russia?" He asked in a trembling voice.

"Oh no problem at all." He stood and made his way to the cupboards as Moscow shut down his computer. "Besides, a nice big dinner is good for everyone once in a while, da?"

"Yes, I suppose your right." Estonia agreed before the group escaped back into the kitchen to finish cooking.

Canada and Ottawa..

Ottawa cleared his throat awkwardly to get his busy bosses attention. "Uh.. I'm done for the night sir. I'm going to head home okay?"

His boss waved his hand dismissively and spun around in his desk chair so his back was facing the capital. "Sorry what was that?" He asked into the blue tooth headset that was currently attached to his ear.

The Canadian let out a breath and readjusted the computer bag on his shoulder. "Alright, see you tomorrow." He mumbled before slipping out of the office and into the hallway. His phone buzzed loudly in his pocket and made him jump. He fumbled for a second to get the device out of his sweater pocket.

"Yo, Ottawa! Finally got a second to myself and I thought I'd see how you're doing man! I'm going on vacation!" The message form DC and had a picture attached of her and America holding what looked like plane tickets with huge smiles on their faces.

"Wonder where you get to go, lucky." Ottawa said quietly as he responded to the message. His eyes were glued to his phone and he failed to see the person stopped directly in his path and as a result, ran into Canada's back and fell to the floor. The papers the other had been holding fluttered to the floor and they exchanged a look.

"M.. Maple Ottawa I'm so sorry." The nation turned and hurriedly helped his capital to his feet. "You're not hurt are you?"

"Oh I'm fine. It was my fault anyway. I should have been looking where I was going but I got a message from DC." The Canadian held up his phone embarrassedly.

Canada nodded. "Yeah I got a message from America. Says they get to go on a vacation or something. I can never read his messages though, so it could mean anything."

The capital smiled as they began to walk then closed his phone and returned it to his pocket. "Want to go get something to eat?"

"That sounds good. Hopefully somewhere is still open." He checked his watch and then winced. "We'll find something."

And so the pair headed out in search of a restaurant that was open at the ungodly hour they had finally finished all their work.

Everyone else..

If things had been hectic anywhere else, DC had been feeling the stress three times as much. True to her word, she had taken the blame for the entire fiasco. She had stood on her own, against America's protests and told a review board that this had all been her idea and she alone was responsible for the Law being bent and broken. But in exchange for everyone else's freedom, hers was taken away.

She had been loaded down with paperwork, filing, cleaning and anything else the less then sympathetic government officals didn't feel like doing. Including but not limited to any secretarial and intern level work they threw on her desk, highlighting and copying documents for meetings and setting up meeting rooms, and anything and everything else they could think of to throw on her plate. DC was currently struggling down a hallway towards her office with a stack of papers balanced precariously in her arms. She had a million and one things finish, but had been told this fresh stack was urgent and had to be gone through as soon as possible. With a loud sigh, she pushed her office door open with her hip and slammed it behind her with an overly aggressive kick. She made her way across the forever cluttered space and dropped the pile onto her desk with a heavy thud.

With an exasperated groan DC collapsed into her chair and her forehead hit the desk. If the people who worked for her boss were trying to make sure she had no free time at all, they were succeeding gloriously. She hadn't seen or spoke to anyone in months, with the exception of an occasional text message and the near constant Skype conversations she had with Italy. He insisted on making sure they spoke everyday and she was sure she would have gone crazy without the handsome Italian to keep her grounded and happy.

With a sigh, she pulled herself together and looked at her phone. Sure enough there was a message from Italy and she felt herself get warmer.

'Back from that meeting yet?:):) I miss you!'

She smiled. He was trying extra hard to be there for her lately. He was always on Skype even if they had nothing at all to talk about he would sit with her while she did paperwork.

"yeah! One sec ill call you3'

In a hurry, DC turned on her laptop. She stole a glance at her phone camera to fix her hair, but cringed. She had dark circles under her glassy eyes, she hadn't had time to sleep more than a couple of hours on the small couch in her office once every couple of days. She looked terrible. She knew Italy wouldn't care but it still made her frown.

"Hey DC! You didn't call so I called you and- Oh no what's wrong? You look sad." Italy's voice came through the speakers of her computer and she turned. "Please don't be sad I can't be there to hug you."

She tried to smile but she felt a few tear prickle her eyes. She missed him almost more than she could put into words. "No, no I'm fine I just.. Oh gosh it's so good to see you." DC lost her train of thought as soon as her eyes met his.

He laughed, light and musical and he ran his hands through his hair. He rubbed a sleepy look out of his eyes. "How was the meeting?"

"Terrible." She groaned. "I got more papers to fill out and more files to organize and even less time to sleep and talk to you."

"Priorities." He nodded with a comically serious look on his face. "If only your bosses knew how far at the top of your list that I was." He set a hand on his chest to feign hurt.

She grinned. "At the very top."

"The tip-top?"

"Oh sure number one of the list." Her voice got a little breathier than she had meant it too. She would be completely lying to everyone and everything if she said he hadn't become the most important thing in her entire life. "You're essentially everything, I plan on spending the rest of my very long life with you how does that sound?"

He grinned at her. "Is that a marriage proposal?"

"No I don't have a ring yet." A half lie, if she could she would already be wherever he was but that wasn't practical. "Besides I don't have any friends either, who would we invite to the wedding?"

"Only because you don't have a social life." He said easily, his accent bounced off his tongue and made the teasing tone even more musical.

DC rolled her eyes. "Only because you live so far away. If you were here I would go out all the time."

"Going out to come see me doesn't count. Because then we would just sit around and eat and snuggle all day and you wouldn't go out, but at my house. So basically that's the same as you having no life right now."

"You gotta point. But at least we would be together?"

"Glass half full. That would make me happy."

And so the morning went. DC started filling out paperwork and Italy was cooking himself dinner on the other end of the Skype call. He was talking to her about everything he had done that day, the time difference meant that it was almost nearly ten on his end, and his voice kept her from being overwhelmed with anxiety over the amount of filing that had to be done. He was like bright sunshine to the giant raincloud that was her life.

A soft knock on the door made her look up. Italy stopped talking and looked over as if he could see her door too. "Stay quiet okay?

He winked at her and took another bite of the fish he had made for himself.

"Oh, Mr. President!" DC hopped to her feet in an attempt to make herself look presentable, pulling on her clothes and fixing her hair. She heard Italy stifle a laugh on her computer screen. "Excuse the mess. I was just.."

"It's fine. Just relax." He chuckled as he closed the door behind him. He stole a glance around the office and shook his head. "They're really running you ragged aren't they."

"An understatement Mr. President. I haven't slept in a week." She was trying to joke but it may have been the truth. Italy's face softened to one of concern.

"Is that true DC?" He whispered.

She glared at him and muted her laptop. "Uh.. What do you have for me?" She tried to smile as she sank back into her chair and began to sift through the new additions to her desk. "Something you want me to read over? I can put it at the top of my pile."

"Oh this?" The president looked down and the folder he held in his hands with a fond smile. "No nothing like that. This is just something I think you and America have earned." He stepped forward and set it on top of the papers she was looking at.

DC met his gaze briefly. "What is it then? A bill that's only a hundred pages long?" She joked as she opened up the manila folder and read over its contents. Her expression quickly changed to one of pure disbelief. She could see Italy out of the corner of her eye craning his neck to get a peek as well. "Are.. Are you serious?"

"Completely serious. I think you've earned a little, 'diplomatic retreat' let's call it. More than anyone else around here." He smiled warmly.

"Diplomatic retreat?" Italy mouthed. He leaned in closer to the camera, his wide eyes warm.

Her eyes however fell back to the contents of the folder and then returned to her boss. Her hands were shaking and she forced down a smile. "Are you sure this isn't a-"

"It's not a joke at all. In fact, there is a plane standing by, ready to go whenever you and America are ready. I'm sure Italy will be happy to hear it." He directed his words to the currently still muted Italian on her computer screen.

"Oh he.. Oh boy.."

He started to laugh at the other end of the Skype call.

"Relax. It's alright I promise." He laughed as he opened the door to her office. "Oh, and DC?"

"Hm?" She forced her eyes away from the folder, still shocked at the act of pure kindness from her boss. He was still smiling warmly from across the room.

"You're welcome."

As soon as the door shut behind him, DC scrambled to un-mute Italy.

"You muted me! How could you ever do something like that!" He was laughing. "What's in the folder are you gonna tell me?"

"You're not gonna believe it even if I tell you."

"Mmhm, well you could try because I'm not a mind reader."

She turned the folder around to reveal two plane tickets. "I'm coming to see you."

His face changed a little and he leaned in closer. "Seriously?"

"As serious as a heart attack. Hold on I have to call America. We're leaving tonight. I don't want to be apart from you a second longer."

"Tonight!" Italy jumped up and rocked the table his tablet was sitting on.

"Tonight!" With shaking hands, DC pulled out her phone and called America.

"Dude DC, I can't talk. You know I gotta million and one things to take care of here-"

"I know, I know, but drop it all. You aren't gonna believe what just happened America."

And so they dropped everything. DC hastily packed a bag and she and her enthusiastic blonde nation rushed to the airport where sure enough there was a private jet waiting to take them away. Ten hours on the plane later and a haphazard trip through the early morning airport and she was wrapped in Italy's arms with a bouquet of flowers crushed between them.

Technically it was the first time they had physically seen each other after the whole incident. She was completely overwhelmed at the feeling of having him solidly in front of her instead of being through a screen of a phone or computer or tablet. She took his face in her hands when he was done hugging her and searched him over carefully.

"Good to see you." She whispered breathlessly.

He giggled. "I'm so glad you're not inside a computer anymore."

She collapsed back into his arms.

And so DC found herself in Italy's kitchen, hauling in bags of ingredients they had spent all day buying at an outdoor market. Italy was planning some kind of huge feast, seafood pasta and homemade bread and more cheese than she knew existed or had ever tried, and fruits and vegetables and desserts, for a party at his and Romano's house. America had set up a grill outside and was cooking hamburgers, with Germany, Prussia and Spain all looking on. They were laughing and drinking beer. America seemed to have let the stress of all the work he had left behind melt away and it did DC's heart good to see him laughing. Out in the living room, Madrid and Berlin were listening to Rome go on and on about some meeting she should be getting ready for. It made her happy as she glanced around to see everyone happy.

"This way. I want your help in the kitchen." Italy's voice was a quiet whisper at her ear and his hand slipped into hers.

"Sure, but I feel like you should know. I am a notoriously terrible cook. I would burn water if it were possible." DC admitted as Italy helped her tie the strings of an apron behind her back.

"Tch." Romano rolled his eyes as he poured some oil into a pan and set it on the stove. He grumbled something under his breath that sounded less then friendly.

"Romano be nice." Italy warned and set his chin on her shoulder to peek back at his brother. "You should say you're sorry."

"Why what did he say." She turned too.

"Nothing-"

"Also not sorry." Romano called back as he minced a few cloves of garlic into the oil. "Go back to hugging and leave me alone."

Italy pouted but eventually turned back to her and set his hands on her cheeks. "Don't worry about the cooking. That's why you have me! I'll teach you everything I know okay? I don't burn anything ever"

DC laughed a little and stole a glance out the window at America, who waved his spatula at her and took a sip of his beer. She shook her head before returning her attention to Italy, and gave him a quick kiss on the nose.

"I put our dinner in your capable hands then. Where do I start?"

"How confident do you feel about grating some cheese? That's easy right?"

"If I need help with it I'll call you over, sound good?" DC took the grater and went to work on the counter next to where Italy had started expertly chopping vegetables for the salad. She watched him for a moment, then smiled. The warmth of his shoulders and hips hovering near hers was enough to remind her that this was real. He was real and there was no computer screen between them. Off handedly she thought going through a near death experience with someone might make you want to be nearer to someone, that and Italy was probably the warmest sweetest person she had ever met.

"You're staring, are you okay DC?" He leaned in close to her and dropped his voice low. "Is the cheese grating too hard?"

"No, no the cheese is fine I just.." She searched his face carefully and he seemed to understand what she was thinking. "I'm just glad I'm here."

He smiled. "Yeah me too."

A/N: Please please ignore the fact that I'm terrible at endings (And also). But I have an excuse because it's not really the end…. Haha. That is a terrible excuse, but there really will be more because I already started writing little one-shot type things because those are always fun. :] So hopefully you'll all come back and stalk me via that, because nothing would make me happier then to see familiar faces! But if not, then I don't know how to tell you how much it seriously means that you have stuck with me through this. I really did pour my heart into it and that you stuck with me means more then you could ever imagine. Just seriously, from the bottom of my heart and soul and toes and everything else. Haha. You need to leave me some kind of review so I can just send you a ridiculous thank you message and go on forever and ever about how you are an amazing person for reading. Just all the support that I have gotten for this is beyond anything I could have ever.. Just.. Sobbing forever excuse me. But I have an idea! As thanks for coming this far, I'd love to write you something for the one-shot.. thing that's coming soon I promise! If there's something you want to see don't hesitate to ask, because I love hearing from you guys! Well that's all I have to say for now! Thanks again for reading, and don't forget to review because then I soak your shoulder with thank you tears as I hug you through the computer…

Love forever and ever and ever and ever and ever, Howl