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Chapter Summary: Prussia comes to Germany's rescue, Russia and China traumatize Estonia, and Denmark assures Norway that he'll be there for him no matter what.

Epilogue: November 1

"92 bottles of beer on the wall, 92 bottles of beer..."

Prussia can hear the singing from miles away. Not just any singing, but Germany singing. That means he has to be drunk, and a drunk Germany is a hell of a lot easier to talk to than a sober Germany. His brother actually acknowledges his presence then - more as an alcohol-induced hallucination than a real ghost, but it's better than usual. He figures it's as good a time as any to apologize for the whole possession thing.

However, when Prussia finally finds his brother it is not at a bar, but in the middle of a tomato patch. Germany is tied to the biggest tomato he's ever seen in his life, with Spain next to him and the Italy brothers fast asleep in their laps. He stares.

"87 bottles of beer on the wall..." Ludwig sings... drunkenly? Drunkenly. He has to be drunk. Or maybe just really sexed out; he didn't know his body could handle that many rounds. Now Vene is fast asleep on his lap, purring like a kitten. He would pet him if he had free hands.

Prussia floats down in front of the pair and crosses his arms. "Damn, West, looks like you guys had one hell of a party."

Germany stares blearily up at the ghost of his brother, kind of amused by his appearance. "You would show up after twelve beers."

"Ehya, Gilbert! Look, you're all see-through!" Spain laughs, half-drunk on this whole experience himself.

"We've had this discussion, Toni," says Prussia, smiling a little in spite of himself. "I'm always here, West, whenever you need me." He eyes the ropes holding them to the tomato. "And boy, do you need me."

"Do I?" Germany asks, looking up at the knots. Prussia probably came just to taunt him. "Why don't you get this over with, subconscious? You're killing my buzz."

Prussia sighs. "Look, while I've got you here and you can't run away or anything, I wanted to say...sorry, for the possession thing. It was slightly unawesome. But it's way more unawesome that you keep ignoring me! I'm really here, Ludwig." He reaches out, trying to brush his fingers over Germany's face. They go through it instead.

It is that non-touch that brings Germany nearly to tears. "I..." He leans toward the hand a little, his eyes watering. "I know," he finally whispers. "I know you are."

"Yeah, well. Try and remember when you're not drunk on sex with your little tomato thingy, alright?" Prussia smirks.

Germany breathes out slowly. There are no words for this, except maybe, "I miss you."

Prussia looks away, scratching at the back of his head. "Shit, West, I said notice me, not get all mushy. I told you I'm here, right? Besides, it looks to me like you've got plenty of good company." He nods to the naked Italian in Germany's lap.

Italy sighs in his sleep, curling a little tighter around him and nuzzling his face against Germany's stomach. "Tomaaatooo...mm...pasta Ludwig."

Germany looks down, smiling a little. Yes. He's got plenty of good company. But that company is not his brother, the one who raised him, who made him a man and then made him stronger. Germany slides back against the tomato and murmurs softly, "It does not matter without big brother."

"I'm here," says Prussia, skimming his hand over Germany's hair so that a few strands fall out of place. "I'm so amazing that there was no way I could really die. SO!" Tired of all the emotional stuff, Prussia stands back. "Bet you want out of here, eh? Good news for you, you're seriously cool big brother is here to save the day!"

Germany chuckles softly. "You can't even move my hair, Gil. What makes you think you can untie a knot?" He looks down, smiling at Italy. "He'll let me out," he says, but then he thinks about it. "... Maybe."

"Are you doubting my awesome, Ludwig?" asks Prussia, his aura getting darker and larger.

"Oh, never doubt the awesome!" Spain whispers. "I did not doubt it!"

"Well in that case, I may be able to do something." Prussia cracks his incorporeal knuckles and bends his will toward the ropes. They start to move, shifting like snakes, loosening - and then suddenly going so tight that Spain and Germany let out equally uncomfortable yelps. "Ooh, my bad. I can fix that." The ropes loosen, slower this time, and untie themselves.

Germany watches in complete shock as the ropes come untied. His hand falls free, flopping down and flexing as he tries to get the blood back. "Oh, Sweet Mother of God..."

"Ch'ya, no need to thank me. It's just how incredible my skills are, right?" Prussia grins, a wicked gleam in his eye. "By the way, I'm not getting any clothes for you. You can walk home naked. Through Switzerland's yard! Kesesesese!" Prussia vanishes, his laugh echoing through the field long after he's gone.

Breathing in slowly, Germany looks down and slides his hand through Vene's hair, trying to wake him before Romano. "Liebschen..."

Unfortunately, Romano does wake first. When he realizes where he is, he jolts out of Spain's lap. "What the Hell?!"

"Good morning Mano!" Spain says brightly, stretching out his cramped muscles. "That was a fun game. We should play again sometime! But now I'm hungry. Let's get breakfast!"

Romano's mouth opens and shuts several times, taking in everything from the tomato patch to Germany and the general lack of clothing. Turning red as a ripe tomato, he grabs a leaf to cover himself. "Tell anyone about this, and you're both dead."

Rolling his eyes, Germany pulls Vene up in his lap and kisses his cheek. "Wakey-wakey, Liebschen. It is time to leave the crime scene."

Vene sighs softly and snuggles into Germany, wrapping his arms around his neck. "No more training Ludwig. It's siesta time," he mumbles, and promptly falls asleep again.

XXX

Morning rises, and Russia, who has been licking his wounds all night, is curled up next to the one creature on earth he would allow to see him in such a state. China is amused. He always enjoys seeing his lovers in that contented place, just after pain has subsided. It's even more adorable with his puppy, who is just starting to become human again. China loves to watch him shift, so he runs his fingers through Russia's hair and waits.

Russia has always liked the warmth that comes with the change back. It's slower and easier to go from beast to man, at least physically. Maybe it's because he's so exhausted by the time the moon goes down that he doesn't feel the pain. He stretches, which brings soreness to his still-healing ribs and memories of the night before. He growls a little, both angry and ashamed. He really should not have tried to eat Lithuania's mate, but Lithuania should not have challenged him.

Ah, humiliation, China thinks. So rare on that strong, pale face. "Good morning," China soothes, scratching beneath Russia's chin. Even as a man, he's rather fond of doggy affection.

The growl turns happier, despite Russia's best efforts. He ends up wiggling his butt, forgetting that the tail is no longer attached and not yet sure how to voice his pleasure. It is always nice to wake up in China's bed, and that serves to pacify some of his ruffled fur. He presses his face against China's hand and licks it.

China smirks, scratching a little faster and leaning in to press a kiss to Russia's nose. "My good puppy is awake," he purrs, nuzzling his throat.

Russia hums, the sound coming out a little more human. He opens his eyes and smiles. "I am glad to be here, my little bat."

"Do you know why I'm glad?" China murmurs, reaching down to stroke Russia's stomach happily. "You're naked, and you're all bruised. It's sexy."

Russia groans, eagerly rolling to give China more access to his belly. It's a secret weak point; just the brush of China's fingers makes him giddy. "I can be sexy for you. Touch me more!"

China giggles. Honestly, Russia is more cute than sexy in this position, wriggling around and kicking his leg out a little. "You are my sexy boy," he purrs, nuzzling Russia's neck. He starts scratching, which always has the best results. "My sexy, sexy puppy."

Russia moans and his left leg starts to twitch. "Yes! More petting please, I like it very much!"

"That's right..." China leans in, nibbling at Russia's throat, his teeth scraping against the skin. He won't bite him yet. He likes to build the anticipation, give Russia false starts and make his heart thump with want until he's begging.

"Ohh...ooohwooo!" Russia nearly howls, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth and a silly, happy look on his face. "More! Moremoremoremore!"

China laughs, scratching at Russia's belly vigorously as he pulls back. "Aru-Aru! You like the tummy rubs? Is my good, good boy. You get the tummy rubs..." He continues to offer praise, rising to kneel and scratch at his stomach with both hands.

One floor down and outside, Estonia is grumbling to himself. Once again, he pulled the short straw and was left to go find Russia. Apparently his previous trauma does not absolve him of this duty; he strongly suspects Lithuania rigged the game so that he could go home and enjoy his mate. He sighs and reaches out to knock...and the door swings open. That's worrying.

Wary now, Estonia steps into the house. "Hello? Yao, Ivan? I'm just trying to make sure you're all okay. And that you didn't eat anybody. Are you..." His shoe sticks to the floor, and he looks down. His stomach sinks. That's a lot of dried blood.

He hears a howl and panics, racing up the stairs. "Hold on! I'm coming!" He has no idea who exactly he is rescuing, or how he is going to go about doing that. But apparently the wolf in Estonia is not gone yet, and Russia is pack. You protect the pack, no matter what.

A little human caution kicks in as he skids to a halt at the top of the stairs. Maybe a more subtle approach is best, instead of charging in and getting mauled. Yeah. That would be good. He pads closer to the room where the noises are coming from and gently pushes the door open...

Estonia's mouth drops open. He must be having some kind of stroke, because there is no way what he's seeing is real. Russia is naked on the bed, rolling from side to side while China leans over and rubs his belly. It's so adorable it's disturbing – or perhaps so disturbing it's adorable. Just in case it's actually happening, Estonia manages to pull out his phone and grab a picture.

China grins, leaning over and giving Russia a kiss on the nose for being good. He pulls back. "Now. Roll over, and I'll give you ear scratchies."

Russia rolls, pushing his head into China's lap and his ass toward the door. Estonia is quite sure he should leave now, but his entire body is frozen.

"Awwe..." China purrs, his hands coming down to scratch up and down Russia's throat and behind his ears. "You like that, puppy? I know you do. I know you like a lot of-" He catches sight of a figure in the door and freezes. His stares at Estonia.

Estonia stares back, unable to make his legs move.

Confused by the sudden lack of scratching, Russia pushes against China's hands. "I do like it! More please Yao!" China does not move. That is when he notices the smell. He whips around to see Estonia standing in the doorway, phone out. His face goes bright pink, and then turns into a snarl. "How much did you see?"

"A-ah not much sir! J-just...you, um, enjoying each other's company!" Estonia stammers, shoving the phone into his pocket, his fingers accidentally brushing against the "send" button.

The phone instantly starts beeping. "You have some messages," China says, ever-helpful as he covers himself with a sheet and rubs a calming hand over Russia's belly.

That hand is not fair because it prevents Russia from killing this spy. On the other hand, Estonia is pack, and he's really not supposed to kill them. He growls anyway, squirming away from China's hand. "You took pictures?! You are a bad dog Eddie, a very bad dog! Delete them!"

Estonia whimpers under the scolding, shrinking in on himself. "I didn't mean to send them, but I...I can't get them back, sir. Once they're out..."

"DELETE THEM!"

China pulls Russia back, resting his chin on his shoulder and scratching at his stomach. "But is nice to let everyone know you are my puppy," he says, tugging on Russia's nipple and giving Estonia a chance to run. "But, there is always Magic Stick to help them forget."

Russia whimpers, and Estonia takes the hint. He flees the house, not sure if he should laugh or cry. Well, at least Lativia will enjoy this - if he's not too distracted by the newly-attained shoes from Norway.

XXX

The sun is a beautiful thing. Denmark stares up at it through the kitchen window as he cooks up some oatmeal for his sleeping lover. Last night he thought the world was coming to an end. Yet when he opened his eyes today he was bruised and a little bloody, but otherwise just fine. He left Norway to sleep while he took care of their house guests and sent most of them home. Now whistling to himself, he stirs the oatmeal and sets it on a tray. Breakfast – well, brunch. Brunch in bed with Norge. It's always a beautiful thing. He sets a couple of cups of tea on the tray and heads up the stairs, whistling.

The sun is a complete bastard, streaming in through a hole in the blinds. Norway glares at it and almost pulls a pillow over his face. His body is achy and drained, and he keeps getting flashes of the terrible things he's done. He groans, just as the door opens and a wonderful smell wafts over him. He sits up, raising an eyebrow at the tray. "What's all this?"

"Oh, now you're awake." Denmark chuckles, sliding onto the bed and setting the tray over Norway's lap. "It's not poison, if that's what you're thinking. I made oatmeal! At least, that's what it said on the box. I followed the directions! Mostly." He grins, just to show he's kidding, and reaches out to press a hand against Norway's forehead. "How're you feeling, man?"

"Tired," Norway admits, breathing in the scent of cinnamon and tea. He reaches up to take Denmark's hand and squeezes it. "Thank you, for everything."

Denmark raises his eyebrows in shock. "I'm sorry - what? Dude, I could've sworn I just heard 'Thank you'. And 'for everything'."

Norway glares. "Don't push your luck." Then his face softens and he sighs. "You deserve it. If it weren't for you, I might have killed someone - or everyone."

Denmark slides an arm over his shoulders, his fingers tucking into the back of Norway's shirt. "C'mon, you almost took that wimp. I just finished the job, man. I mean, not that I couldn't have totally demolished that dude, but you made it cake."

"I would have done anything I had to," Norway replies, glancing at the bandage on his sore arm. "Anything, to keep you safe. I couldn't stand the idea of hurting you. At least more than you deserved." He smirks a little, lifting up the mug of tea.

"Wow," Denmark says, tugging on the back of his t-shirt. "You almost got a little maudlin for a second. I thought you might even end that with something sweet." He slides his hand over Norway's thigh and presses a box to it.

Norway's smirk widens, just barely. "Sweet, me? Now that's just ridiculous." He sets down the mug. "What have you got there?"

Grinning back, Denmark leans in and swipes some of the blueberries from Norway's oatmeal. "Something awesome, obviously. What else would it be? I'm the king."

Norway is still too tired to come up with a good comeback for that - at least, that's what he's telling himself. He takes a spoonful of oatmeal to calm his growling stomach. "Do I get to see?"

"Yeah, duh, dude." Denmark laughs. He leans up to kiss Norway's mouth, drawing him away from the oatmeal for a second. "Been hanging on to this one for a while. Happy anniversary, or whatever." He grins lazily as he pulls away, flicking open the box to reveal a love token: a rune bracelet, etched with the symbol of a man's love for another man in platinum, over and over again.

Norway takes it out and runs his fingers over the rune, feeling like it's being etched into his heart. "It's beautiful. But it's nothing compared to you." He smiles and swoops in to kiss him.

Denmark blinks, falling back against the bed as the kiss takes him by surprise. He pushes Norway away a little, his eyes wide. "Dude. What is with you?" This sort of affectionate stuff is both A - not his Norge, and B - getting his hopes up really fucking high.

"My body was just possessed by a rogue god. I nearly killed you, and yet you're still here, still doing things for me, like always. I just want to let you know that I notice." Norway moves the tray to the bedside table and turns to face him.

Denmark stares at Norway, a huge grin spreading over his face. He can't believe what he is hearing, and yet he never expected anything less from Norge. "You know, sometimes you say stuff that I'd wait forever and a day to hear."

"Yes, well," Norway blushes, briefly dropping his eyes to the bed. However, he owes this to Denmark, so he forces himself to get over his own insecurities and meet his lover's eyes. "I don't like talking about those things. It's complicated. It's always going to be complicated. But right now I'm very sure that I love you, and that I'm going to continue loving you at your worst and your best."

With that, Denmark can't help pressing his lips to Norway's mouth. It feels exactly how it always feels - flat out, flash-bang perfect. "I love you too, Norge. Always have, always will."

"You better," Norway grins, leaning in for another kiss. After a few breathless moments he leans back and sighs. "I suppose I should get up and make sure no one committed murder now that they know the truth about each other."

Denmark groans and tries to pull him back down. "Hey. C'mon, I was just down there and they're taken care of. Most of them went home. Stay with me."

Norway shakes his head. "It's my fault - with a bit of help from a certain imp. But last time I checked there was still a wolf on the loose, vampire kittens to manage, a tentacle creature and neko in heat, and I have no idea what happened to the tomato fae."

A small smile appears on Denmark's lips, and he reaches out to wind the bracelet around Norway's wrist. "At least take this," he says, squeezing his hand.

Norway smiles as Denmark kisses the skin above the metal. "Of course. Maybe later I'll do something special for you. Any ideas, imp?"

"Maybe a few, dude." Denmark smirks.