Me: Hi peoples! Um, I'm not sure where to start.

First of all, a lot has changed since I started this fanfic nearly 2 years ago. The style, the drop in some particular habits, the readers obviously, and a ton of other stuff. I would like to thank the readers, who made this fic popular and fun to write. Thank you for all the: favorites, follows, fanart, the telling your friends about it, the skits that I've been asked permission about/seen, the fics inspired by this (for fandoms that surprise me like Star Wars and Harvest Moon), for putting this fic in the 'Best Hetalia Fanfictions' community (though even after all this time, I'm still confused as to why), and of course, the many many reviews that this fic has received since it began (this is almost about as many reviews as my other 98 other fic reviews combined). I would like to thank Mikiko97, whom was the reader who suggested the name for this fic in the first place. I would like to thank all the reviewers who requested stuff (you know who you are) and the reviewer who asked for most of the cosplay (zettaslow), because otherwise the fic would have been at least 20 chapters shorter. I would like to thank the readers who comforted me during my BSOD. And lastly, the readers who have been here since Small World and the new readers who are most likely bemoaning the fact that they walked in late.

Me: Now, for the final review letters. (Reads a letter) Congratulations Italy, Japan, Ladonia, and Canada! You are the last nations requested! (Opens the fourth wall door) That means you get to walk this time!

Nations: (Walk towards the door) Really?

Me: Nah, that wouldn't be fun. (Pushes a button)

Nations: (Get ejected by the floor over the wall)

Me: (Reads several letters) Yes, Romano is driving. Yes, Spain is the (crying for his life) backseat driver. And now...

Everyone: Hetalia is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya. Not Bri. Enjoy the final chapter.


Scotland was casually sitting on his porch, staring out to the hills.

Yes, his. He changed himself back already. So now all he was doing was waiting for his brother... sister... sibling to arrive.

He stared at his watch. "If ah called him an hoor ago... shood be here in... suin."

Meanwhile somewhere on the road...

"England! Let me drive!" America said as he made another grab for the wheel.

England was pushing him back with one hand. "No!"

"Please?"

"Never!"

"But you're driving like an old lady!"

"And you drive about as well as you do in your stupid video games!"

"Hey! My driving skills in Grand Theft Auto are fine!"

America and England started having a slap fight over the wheel, causing the car to drift back and forth. Nations behind them who tried avoiding their car ended up in a three-car pileup. Thankfully nobody got hurt because Finland convinced Sealand to install eject buttons into all the cars 'just in case'.

Just as the smoke started to clear up, China's car popped out of the wreckage. Completely unscratched.

"Aiyah! The others really need to watch where they're going, aru!" she said as she casually drove past England and America.

"See?" America said. "Even China got past you! Let me drive."

England gave America a glare then sighed. "Fine." She stopped the car. "But you better win. Jerk."

America gave her a smirk. "Bitch."

...

"Italy... May I drive for a while?" Germany asked nervously.

"Ve?" Italy turned around to talk to Germany, completely taking her eyes off the road. "Why Germany? I think we're almost there!"

"Italy..." Germany cleared her throat. "It's a matter safety."

"Safety?" Italy asked innocently. "But the car works fine! The engine's fine, the tires are perfect, and the wind is in my face!"

"It's not a matter of the car! It's your dri-"

"That cloud sort of looks like a bunny, doesn't it?"

"ITALY! YOUR DRIVING IS RECKLESS, UNCONTROLLED, AND YOU'RE GOING TO GET US KILLED-"

"Oh look! A gelato stand!"

The car jerked to a stop. If Germany hadn't been wearing a seat belt, she probably would have been flung into the window. There was a very loud thump as Japan was flung into the back of Germany's seat. She still was locked in fetal position.

"Japan, it's alright. We've stopped."

"If we've stopped, then why is the world still blurry?" Japan asked wearily.

Italy skipped up to the gelato stand that had a perfectly good reason to be out in the middle of Scotland with no people around for miles. "What flavors do you want, guys?"

"We don't want any!" Germany and Japan answered.

"Okay! One cherry gelato please!"

The mustached man selling gelato, who looked absolutely nothing like Romano, started fumbling around looking for where he kept the cherry flavor. "I'm so sorry," he said, "this could take a while."

Italy shrugged. "It's okay, I can wait!"

The gelato seller silently hoped that Spain followed through with her half of the plan and was nearly at Scotland's house already.

...

"R'mind m' not t' let Seal'nd and L'donia play Mario Kart," Sweden said as he avoided yet another banana peel.

"Come on, Sweden!" Finland said with a bright smile. "This is sort of fun!"

"Not w'th who's dr'ving."

"But your driving is fine."

At that moment, Denmark passed them with a loud "WOOHOO!". Seborga, who was driving Sealand's car, swerved in front of Denmark's car. So now the car full of micronations was driving backwards just so everyone could stick their tongues out at those behind him.

"W'sn't t'lking 'bout m' dr'ving," Sweden sighed.

"SEBORGA, KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE DAMN ROAD!" Molossia said as she clung to her seat.

"Don't-a worry!" Seborga turned the car back around. "I've been-a driving for ages and I've only had a couple of accidents!"

Molossia raised an eyebrow. "Only a couple?"

Seborga waved a hand. "Italians turn reckless driving into an art form!"

Immediately in the back, Kugelmugel's sat up a bit straighter. "...Art?"

Sealand and Ladonia shared a nervous glance. "Uh oh..."

Kugelmugel started making her way to the front of the car. "Insane driving is... art?"

Seborga nodded. "Si! Why do you think they have-a the Grand Prix and-a chase scenes in movies and-a those colorful signs on every street?"

Kugelmugel's eyes widened. "Driving is art!"

At the moment, there was a scramble for the wheel. Kugelmugel dove for the wheel to make art. Molossia reached over to make sure someone who wouldn't drive them off a cliff was at the wheel. And Seborga just clung to the wheel wondering what the heck was going on.

"W-What'sa going on?"

"Give me the f_ing wheel!"

"Art!"

Ladonia sighed and reached for the big red button between the mess of arms.

"No! Not the eject butt-" BOING.

...

"Bulgaria! Activate the oil slick!"

"Don't be bossy, Romania."

"Please, activate the oil slick?"

"That's much better."

A trail of oil spewed out of the back of Romania's shiny black (spare) getaway car. France swerved to avoid it while America ended up spinning out of control.

Up ahead there was fork in the road, with a sign pointing to the right that said "DANGER, DO NOT TURN HERE". France smirked as he slowed the car to a stop.

"Um... France?" Canada asked as Romania and Bulgaria sped past the sign. "What are you doing?"

"This will only take a second," France said smugly. He turned the sign around so that it would face the other way. "Alright. Now we can go."

After they left, America and England took the other direction. The two immediately noticed something was off.

"Um...? Where did the road go?"

"I'll get out and look."

England stepped out of the car and looked around. There didn't seem to be any trees out in front of them. Or anything really. There was a cliff behind them but...

Wait. Behind them?

England did a double-take then looked at the ground.

...There were several dozen feet of air between her feet and the ground.

"Oh... OH GOD!"

America stuck his head out the window and looked down. "HOLY CRAP! GET BACK IN THE CAR!"

"HOW ARE WE STILL EVEN IN THE AIR?!"

"DUDE, DON'T QUESTION IT! JUST GET BACK IN THE CAR!"

...

"How long does it take just to get one gelato?" Germany groaned in frustration.

"Germany-san, are you sure-"

"Yes. I am through with waiting, Japan."

Germany stormed out of the car and toward the gelato stand. The gelato vendor, who totally wasn't afraid of the big scary potato-bastard ready to kick his ass, ducked behind the stand and pulled out the "DISPIACE, WE'RE CLOSED" sign. Germany reached over and pulled the man out. The gelato vendor's mustache fell off.

"ROMANO!"

"PLEASE DON'T HURT ME, IT WAS SPAIN'S IDEA!"

"Ve... Does this mean I don't get my gelato?"

At that moment, most of the remaining cars rushed by them in a blur of color and wind. Germany facepalmed and let out an angry shout. She quickly scooped up a cup of gelato, shoved it into Italy's hands, then dragged both of the Italians toward the car.

"Germany, this isn't the flavor I wanted-"

"Just drive."

...

Spain could see Scotland's house. She grinned to herself proudly.

"I'm going to make it there first! Romano's going to be so happy his plan worked."

As if on cue, Spain heard a rumbling noise behind her. She turned around and her eyes widened to see that almost every other car was right behind her.

"When-?"

She decided to forget about it and just floored the gas pedal.

Scotland smirked as he saw everyone approach the finish line. He lazily raised a hand in the air and counted down. "THREE! TWO! ONE!"

All of the cars flew over the finish line in what was worthy of a photo finish.

But sadly, fanfics can't show photo finishes.

Which lead to a huge multi-sided argument with "I was here first" being flung about. Scotland sat back on his porch with a smirk, not making a move to stop them.

"Stop arguing, aru!" China said as she came out of her car. "Scotland said the first ten cars to arrive get to be cured."

At that moment, at least ten other nations poured out of China's car. Monaco gasped out for air. Egypt was grateful to be on solid and stable ground again. Finally, Wy shouted "I am never doing that again!"

Scotland counted off the cars. "Hm. Weel. Looks like there's nine ay ye. 'Main 'en, 'main 'en! Let's gie thes over wi'!"

...

England marched (read: stumbled) into his house and straight to the bookshelf. He grabbed the book that started this entire mess and shoved a paper between the pages. The paper was a 'promise' that he had made and read in his neat handwriting:

I, the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, solemnly swear not to switch the gender of any nation without their permission.

He lazily shoved the book back on the shelf. "Finally!" he shouted to himself. "Finally, I have my house to myself again!"

He flopped onto the couch to take a nice, long, well-deserved nap. He had his eyes closed for about five minutes before he felt something nudge him. He opened an eye to see two faces he hadn't seen in ages.

"Miss Fairy...? Flying Mint Bunny..." he said sleepily. "Where have you two been?"

"Out of the line of fire," Bunny said bluntly. The fairy elbowed him.

"It's alright..." He sat up. "What is it?"

"You still have... a bit of a mess to clean up," Miss Fairy said as she gestured to the house.

England's eyes widened in horror. There were sandwich crumbs on the ground. There were muddy prints (the poor carpet) leading to the front door. There was some glitter on the walls. England swore he could hear something big stomping about upstairs, probably Thunder. There were flipped tables, and there was tomato sauce on the ceiling for some odd reason.

He let out a groan and flopped back onto the couch. "I'll clean that up later. For now, I just want some peace and rest."

Miss Fairy and Flying Mint Bunny watched as England finally fell asleep on the couch. They took a glance at each other before gathering the rest of the fairies in the house and helped clean up.

Me: Ta-daaaaaa! Thank you for your patience! I hope you enjoyed this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Everyone: Review!