This is not the last chapter, there's still one to go, so don't worry!

Disclaimer: Didn't own it in any of the other chapter, don't own it now.

Lovino sat sobbing over Antonio's body, carding his fingers through the soft fur.

"No, please. Please! Come back to me, dammit! Come back... come back, you bastard. Don't leave me here alone."

Lovino pressed his head against Antonio's chest. "Ti amo, idiota."

Behind them the final petal on the carnation tumbled from its place.

Lovino wept harder into Antonio's fur. After a few minutes, he became aware of a faint beating noise near his ear. He raised his head slowly and was stricken dumb at the miracle in front of him.

Antonio, who had most definitely been dead mere moments ago, had brought himself into a sitting position and was gazing in awe at the faint light emanating from his hands. The light began to spread and grow stronger as he got to his feet. Lovino threw his arms in front of his face as the light grew unbearably bright, concealing Antonio from view.

As the glaring red on his closed eyelids cooled to a deep black, Lovino felt something tug on his arm.

"Lovi, it's alright now. Everything's alright now."

Antonio had disappeared and, in his place, stood a young man smiling softly down at Lovino. He held out a hand for Lovino to take.

"Lovi, it's me, Antonio. Don't you recognise me?"

Lovino took the man's hand cautiously and got to his feet. He looked closer at him. His tousled chocolate curls were the exact same colour as Antonio's fur and his smile was the smile that Antonio had reserved him and him alone, but the moment Lovino looked into his emerald green eyes, he knew this really was the tomato bastard.

Lovino took his hand out of Antonio's and cupped Antonio's face carefully. He drew his head back slightly and head-butted him hard then buried his reddening face into Antonio's shoulder with his arms moving to curl themselves around Antonio's waist. A mumble of "Don't fucking do that to again, bastard" reverberated up to Antonio's ears. Antonio smiled and pulled Lovino even closer, petting his head.

"Don't worry, mi amor. I won't leave you again, I promise."

"You fucking better keep that promise, bastard."

"Lovi~? Lovino looked up, most of the red fading from his face. "Bésame?"

"...the fuck does that mean, bastard?"

"It means..." Antonio dipped him and Lovino let out a very many squeak. "Kiss me?"

Lovino opened his mouth to protest but, seeing the pleading look in Antonio's eyes, closed it again and nodded. The fact that he also really wanted to kiss the Spaniard had nothing to do with it whatsoever. It's just that...Antonio had some really good puppy-eyes, dammit!

"Yay~!" Antonio leaned in and pressed his lips tenderly against Lovino's, one little gesture that meant so much to the two of them. Lovino wound his fingers tightly in Antonio's hair... n-not because he was enjoying it or anything; i-it was just that he didn't want Antonio to drop him or anything. Antonio felt the soft tug and smiled against Lovino's lips.

Antonio brought them back to a standing position and pulled away from Lovino face reluctantly. Lovino head-butted him lightly. "Bastard."

Antonio chuckled slightly. "But I'm your bastard."

"...yeah."

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Francis hurried along the corridor; he needed to find the others quickly. In his haste, he accidently turned into a small study on his left (meaning to go right and down the stairs).

He froze; someone's reflection was staring back at him from the mirror above the fireplace. He took a step towards the mirror and so did the other person. A flash of realisation hit Francis. He knew this person in the mirror.

He stretched out a hand toward the reflection's wavy gold locks. The reflection reached out also. The door opened behind him and a dark-haired woman with unusually large eyebrows stepped in.

"Francis? Mother of God, is that really you?"

Francis stood there, staring at the woman in utter confusion. How did she know him and why did she sound just like... "Ciara?"

The woman began twisting her fingers around themselves, smiling warmly at him.

"'Tis me, Francis. Still recognise me after ten years?"

Francis stared at her, if she was human again... then he must... he looked down at his candles... no, his hands. He flexed the fingers slowly, feeling skin stretch over bones and sinew. He reached up to touch his face and felt, not hard wax, but soft, warm skin. He turned back to look at the reflection... no, his reflection, him in all his gorgeousness.

He ran across the room and tackled her into a hug, sobbing with joy. Ciara patted him motherly on the back. Took you long enough, amadán."

Francis picked her up by the waist and spun the two of them around laughing through tears. He put her down and released her, beaming.

"Je ne le crois pas! We are human again!"

"What on earth is going on in here?" Arthur and his massive eyebrows poked themselves around the door.

"ARTHUUUUUUUUUURR!"

Francis flung himself at the Englishman and kissed him soundly on both cheeks. Arthur pushed him away, recoiling in disgust.

"The spell is broken!" replied Francis in excitement.

Arthur stared at him in utter shock, only now getting a proper look at Francis. "...what?"

Francis took Arthur's hands in his own and held them up to eyelevel.

"We are human once again."

Arthur looked down at their hands in disbelief. He looked back up at Francis in amazement.

"Francis!"

Arthur grabbed Francis and kissed him firmly on either cheek. Francis spluttered and pushed Arthur away, wiping his face as though it was covered in slime, complete with sound effects. Ciara leaned against the wall, laughing fit to burst with tears forming in the corners of her eyes at how quickly the roles had been reversed.

"Holy shit! Francy-pants!"

A blue tornado, or so it appeared, launched itself from the open door onto Francis.

"Awesome! You're back to normal too! I passed Tonio and his little Italian on the way up. So the Bad Touch Trio is back in business, right? But, Francy, I gotta say, you getting dominated by Herr Eyebrows over there, completely unawesome."

Francis laughed. "It's good to see you too, Gilbert."

Gilbert laughed roughly with him and the little yellow chick perched on his head gave a happy chirp.

"Knew you'd miss my awesomeness! But I gotta fly. Need to find Birdie. And I'm not talking about Gilbird. Tschüss!" with that said, Gilbert left as quickly as he'd arrived.

Antonio, with Lovino literally in tow, burst in mere moments later.

"Francis!"

Antonio released Lovino and dashed forward to hug his friend and then the other two in turn. He then took hold of Lovino's wrist once again.
"C'mon, let's go find your family~!"

The pair left the room with Lovino screaming, "Stop pulling me, dammit!"

Arthur stared at the door, looking bemused. "Who was that?"

"...Antoine." There was a silent 'duh' in Francis' voice.

Arthur shook his head vehemently. "No it wasn't."

Francis sighed. "Yes, it was."

"No it wasn't."

"Yes it was."

"No it wasn't"

"It most certainly was!"

A pair of slim arms wound their way around Francis' shoulders. "Bonjour, Handsome!"

Francis turned around and purred his approval at the human Jeanne.

"Ah Jeanne! You look sooo much better!" She looked highly insulted at this.

"I thought you liked the way I looked before!"

Francis frantically began backpedalling while maintaining alascivious smirk and tone of voice. "I did... it's just... I like you better this way!" "Then you were lying to me!"

Francis gulped, this wasn't good. "No, I wasn't."

"Yes you were!"

"No I wasn't"

"Yes you were!"

"Well... maybe a little?"

"Francis." Jeanne smirked coyly at him. "I like you better this was too." She grabbed him and dragged him willingly from the room, Francis 'ohonhonhonhon'-ing happily.

"You'd think he'd be a bit different after over ten years." Ciara said wryly. "It's Francis. Once a flirt, always a flirt." The two siblings laughed companionably. "Dude! Artie!" Another whirlwind flew into the room and tackled Arthur to the ground.

"Artie! I'm back to normal, bro!"

"Yes I can see that, Alfred, NOW GET OFF ME WANKER! AND DON'T CALL ME ARTIE!"

Alfred grabbed Arthur and dragged him out of the room, jabbering excitedly.

Ciara watched them leave with a wistful smile. It was nice that they both had someone. She peeked out the door at the other occupants of the castle celebrating the breaking of the spell. Feliks was running along, dragging his friend Toris. ("Liet, if you weren't, like, so slow, I, like, totally wouldn't have to drag you, y'know." "...Really?" "Lol! No!") Jeanne's maid friends were walking and giggling together, arms linked. Roderich and Elizabeta were strolling sedately, hands intertwined. Ciara sighed and leaned against the doorframe. 'Looks like I'm back to my forever alone status.'

"Auntie! Auntie Ciara!"

Ciara turned and ran to Peter, gathering him up in her arms and spinning him around joyfully. She put him down and smoothed down his sailor suit, smiling with her eyes brimming with tears.

"Are they gonna live happily ever after, Auntie?"

Ciara nodded. "Of course, petal."

"Do I still have to sleep in the cupboard?"

Ciara chuckled and balanced him on her hip. "C'mon, mo stór. Let's go."

"But you didn't answer my question!"

A/n: Je ne le crois pas! - I don't believe it!

Mo stór - my love/pet (term of endearment)

Second last chapter... wow. I never thought I'd get this far. I'm including an epilogue, which should be up some time this week. (that was originally part of this chapter, but it just got too... I dunno, much) But I want to thank everyone who has supported me in any way through this (I thank you properly next chapter) you have honestly no idea how much of an impact you've made on this girl. Go raibh mile maith agaibh! (Thanks so much)

Ja!

-Animerockchic