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Woohoo! Finally back! Sorry for the long wait, but I had no computer to type this on. Please forgive me! Anyway, this is something that I had all lined up and planned since the very beginning, so I hope you enjoy!

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Epilogue

(Canada's POV)

There is a saying out there.

"Time heals all wounds".

It's a lie.

When something is ripped out of your very soul, it never heals. When you lose a person, someone you love, someone that you need, it never heals.

It can be numbed, yes, but it never heals.

(Belarus's POV)

When someone needs you, you don't always know. You don't see the signs until you lay curled up in the corner, knife pressed to your throat, and they hold you and cry. She didn't know, of course, until this happened.

She didn't know that he wasn't the only one who needed her.

Maybe...maybe she could patch herself up. How many times had he told her that he still wanted her to be happy, even without him? She would fulfill her promise.

She would live.

Even if it hurt more every single day.

(England's POV)

The whole world mourned.

The funeral was a thing of beauty. Where else could one find the world joining together so perfectly?

No one could speak, though. Not a single person. The only ones strong enough to say what they were all thinking were America's family, Belarus, and Katsuyasha. Their sobs were louder than the shaking prayers that the Italy brothers were reciting.

Even the humans seemed to sense it. There was no cheer in the world anymore. Everyone lived as a shell. They moved, they smiled, but there was nothing in it.

England, when he thought of it all, could only cry.

You don't know what you have until it's gone.

(Canada's POV-1 year after death)

He was angry.

How DARE they mourn? How DARE they act as if they cared? When he heard Lithuania mention that they missed him, the Canadian snapped his head up, glaring angrily at Toris.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU DIDN'T CARE ABOUT HIM! DON'T EVER MENTION HIS NAME! SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"Mattie...Mattie please, calm down..." England started. Mattie whirled around, eyes blazing.

"HOW CAN I CALM DOWN? HE'S DEAD! HE'S DEAD AND THEY DON'T DESERVE TO TALK ABOUT HIM! IT'S THEIR FAULT! IT'S THEIR FAULT!"

Tears ran down the Canadian's face, and he dropped to his knees.

"It's my fault..."

(Belarus's POV-1 year after death)

In some ways, she was okay. Okay. Not happy, but okay.

She dreamt of him every single night. She could still feel him when she woke up, and she could still smell him when she wore the jacket he left behind.

She knew he was still here, even when no one else did.

The small bundle in her arms was proof of that.

(England's POV-1 year after death)

The Brit had taken to going out, just to get away. It was running away, it was cowardly, but he did it anyway. He liked to check out the new shops, the new cafes, immersing himself back in the culture of his people.

A lot of Americans had taken to traveling the world lately.

Maybe they knew about his death too.

They needed him too.

...

(Canada's POV)

Once a year, Mattie, England, France, Katsuyasha, and Belarus went out together. It was something they all did in honor of his memory. They never spoke of him, but they never needed to.

That year, England chose a small restaurant that had recently opened in New York. It was near the U.N. building, so he had decided to give it a try. They were seated down by one of the workers near the window. A few minutes passed with the only sound being the soft jazz playing in the background as the small group waited for the waiter to come and take their order.

"Hi, my name is Alfred Jones, can I take your order?"

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