Though the war was over and people were safe to roam again, yet both worlds were in mourning. It was as though the colors of the worlds were dulled to nothing but grey and black. Not even the birds would sing in the morning. Both worlds had bridged over to each other, creating a new alliance, but nobody cried for joy or petitioned against it. Instead the countries of the Hetalian world crossed over to the Nyotalian world where people were still picking up dead Kaydom bodies and burning them in piles.
A funeral for Monika was held at one of the German bases in Mittenwald where refugees had kept a garden of flowers alive throughout the war. Her world showed up in black, from citizens, soldiers, and the other countries. Even the countries of the Hetalian world that weren't involved in the fight for long came to give their respects since if it had not been for Monika than their countries would have been ravaged further than they already were.
The blue and gold casket wasn't empty, but it didn't hold her body. Instead it held a tribute of her from her team: their weapons. One by one they laid their weapons that had helped them throughout the war into the casket, making sure each thing was set so that it wouldn't disturb anything else. Then they watched as their fallen comrades casket was lowered into the ground, nobody safe from tears. Sakura, whose black kimono ruffled in the air, cried into the chest of Alfred who was still trying to grasp the concept that a country could die even if they are remembered. Alice, who had given up her wand, stared with her glossed eyes, wishing she could see the casket for herself. She tightened her grip around Francis's hand, her face covered with a black hat.
Still, everyone knew that what they felt couldn't be matched by Feliciana's emotion. She was in utter turmoil, her mind trying to grasp the reality of it all. She didn't want to believe Monika, the woman she had loved for years on end, was gone. Feliciano tried to comfort her with a hug, but that only caused her to burst in tears and cling to her brother like she was never going to let go.
Anya looked around at all the other countries who came, seeing the Baltic nations together disregarding Latvia who was still in the hospital. Amelia, who was wearing a long black dress, felt her stomach and then looked at Kiku, afraid of the future ahead of them.
Ludwig, though, couldn't cope. The woman who had been dubbed as his sister for so long was gone. Julchen had even confronted him with nothing but a hug. Prussia had been now dubbed the new Germany, but she refused to think she was even close to deserving of the title. She didn't want the title. She wanted Monika.
The ceremony went on for hours until all that remained were the original few plus Julchen: Ludwig, Yao, Alfred, Ivan, Feliciano, Kiku, Francis, Arthur, Chun, Amelia, Anya, Feliciana, Franҫoise, and Alice. The tombstone in front of them was decorated with flowers from all over the world, but the flowers meant nothing to them.
They had the tombstone engraved to "without her, the worlds would have burned in fire. Monika Bielschmidt & Germany." Below it the stone read "Liebe, Kampf, Opfern."
"I think it's time to go." Feliciana was sitting at the grave, reading "Liebe, Kampf, Opfern" over and over.
"Wait hold on." Alfred pulled out a framed photo and placed it on the tombstone.
Every one of the girls looked at the framed photo with disbelief. Ivan looked at it and said "I never knew a woman could earn so many metals" to Anya.
They left the framed photo there, knowing it was safe since the case was strong enough to stop bullets. There in the photo was each girl in their military uniforms, smiling.
Years had passed since the funeral, but everyone still remembered. The two world's had come together with peace and were now living side by side with a portal as their bridge. Amelia had given birth to a beautiful girl and named her Monika as tribute. Monika, being born of two countries, had become a city. Katarīna (Fem! Latvia) had awoken from her coma and had returned back to her normal state physically, but her mind couldn't catch up with everything that had happened around her. Alice and Francis had gotten married and were living in the Nyotalian world, helping with the rebuilding of major monuments around the world since all of them had been destroyed.
The anniversary of Monika's death had come by so everyone recollected together by her grave, the emotions still as strong as the first day of the funeral. Things had changed though; the village Monika had been buried in was now a beautiful place filled with people and places. The framed photo remained there, only now it had been implanted in the tombstone under "Liebe, Kampf, Opfern."
Feliciana, who had gone to becoming an officer in her military, put down a bushel of roses onto the grave. Everyone gathered and held each other tightly. She looked back at them and found the couples together in their arms, except for her. She was alone now, and nobody could change that. Still, she was happy that everyone had found love in one form or another.
They all walked back to their cars, but not before Feliciana gave her fallen comrade a last smile. "Liebe, Kampf, Opfern." She told to the tomb. "Love, fight, sacrifice."
-Well the stories done. Thank you to everyone who read through its entirety. I hope you all the best in life!