Disclaimer: As said before, neither Chilly nor myself own a single part of Hetalia. Derp.

Stranded

~*~Omake: Reunion~*~

Chilly, Avio Favalon

They were limply holding each others hands as they walked down the docks, both of them with pounding hearts at seeing their families again. Both had missed them, and were willing to part for their reunions.

It was Natalia's family they saw first as her oldest sister had run forward, tears in her eyes, and enveloped her in a tight hug, crying out to her in both Russian and Ukrainian, repeating her name as often as possible. Her older brother had come just behind her, a genuine smile on his face and a relieved light in his eyes.

Natalia looked up at him, becoming teary-eyed herself. "V-Vanya, I apologize! I-I tried to get it… and then I had it… and then… I-I… I lo-lost-"

The tall Russian man pulled her into a hug as well, holding her tightly. "Do not worry about it, Natalia. That does not matter to me, da."

She smiled, nuzzling into her older siblings.

Mathias smiled weakly, turning his attention to the group coming his way at that moment. His own family. Standing at the lead was of course his brother… Berwald. Berwald who of course was always just a little bit taller than him…and was just a total frigging obnoxious geek who wore such—oh what was Mathias saying? He was so happy to see his annoying brother than he even cared to think about…even if he did bring his wife boyfriend thing with him. But he was even more happy to see his nephew Peter and his younger brothers Lukas and Fjalar. He dashed over to them, and to stop himself from crying as well, he immediately began to spat out random blubberings about nothing.

"How was the rest of the cruise I hope it wasn't too bad without me! I can't say I had a very fun time but I met a really cool girl and she's standing over the—"A well placed hand on his shoulder caused his rambling to stop, and he glanced over to see who it was. Berwald had a firm grip upon his shoulder, and a serious look in his eye.

"We m'ssed ya." He said, glancing around awkwardly, as if the words were hard for him to get out. Not that Berwald had ever really been good with words in the first place. In fact, that was usually why the brothers didn't get along in the first place. Because of Mathias' frustration as his lack of talking.

But who cared about that right now! He wasn't dead! He'd managed to survive! He'd done it! Well… he hadn't done it alone…he glanced over at Natalia a moment before his whole family tugged him into an embrace, and once again, he was crying.

It seemed everyone was crying, but who could blame them, really? It had been two weeks. Two long, torturous weeks in which two people were struggling for survival and their families were clamped in a constant state of worry, fear, and hopelessness.

Now, however, it seemed so far away, like a lost dream. Almost like it never happened, but it did. It had to, because the two felt this irrational need to always be within each others vicinity.

So it had definitely happened, and as torturous as it had been, neither could say they really regretted it. Certainly, it would have been nice if Natalia hadn't tried to catch that scarf, especially since it was gone again anyways. However, as they made their way to the hotel where rooms had been provided for them, with interlocking fingers, they didn't feel all that regretful.

And what Natalia had said before about what happening in the future not mattering was completely true. So what if whatever-the-fuck it was that they had didn't last too long? They had it now, and that is what mattered.

If only just to prove this, Mathias suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing her close for a kiss and ignoring the well-disguised glare her brother was giving him.

Yes, this is all that mattered.

aand the Authors' Notes will be coming up right after this. C: