A/N: Guys. Guess what? Yup, you got it. This is the LAST real chapter.

Shocking, no?

But don't worry! I still have the promised omake and the epilogue coming up soon. ^^ I might even get the omake up tonight. Or early morning. I WILL have the epilogue up tomorrow, I swear.

And so, I THANK all of you. I'm saving the big acknowledgements until the epilogue, but I really want to thank all of you who have been reading this, reviewing this, alerting this, and faving this.

Getting to Lovina: A Story of Hetalia Academy

Chapter 15: When the Fun is Over, It's Back to Work

"Oh my! Did you really put this together, Gil?"

"Kesesesesese. Told ya it'd be pretty awesome."

"Do you like it Lina?"

"Che, it's nice, bastardo."

"What do you think, Vash?"

"Hmmm…It does look pretty nice."

Before the six teenagers was a truly wonderful scene. The sparsely wooded area near the school was usually left untouched by the students, because it was deemed to be too shabby and uncool. However, Antonio and Gilbert had done a number on the place. The wimpy, sickly trees were adorned with colorful streams and various handmade ornaments. The vivid decorations gave the desolate little area a cheerful feeling, and the girls were all smiling (or at least inwardly smiling) at the scene.

In addition to the streamers and trinkets, a pretty little picnic was spread out on the lumpy soil. There was not a large amount of food, seeing as they had just had lunch; however, the two boys had managed to be very thoughtful, despite lacking the culinary advice of Francis. There were red, juicy tomatoes for Lovina and Antonio, which Antonio had very carefully picked out himself. Lovina's eyes glittered hungrily at the sight of them. However, not to be outdone by his Spanish friend, Gilbert had put in some good effort as well. Being thoughtful of Elizaveta, he had gotten some of her favorite stuffed green peppers.

"Well, let's sit down, amigos!"

Without further prompting, all of the teenagers arranged themselves around the food. The girls were still a little too full from lunch, so they simply chatted amiably while the boys began to stuff themselves with food. Lovina paused to chide Antonio and to also remind him to leave some tomatoes for her too. The irresistible boy simply grinned and informed her that he would leave over half of them for her. At this, Lovina turned as crimson as the tomatoes and whacked Antonio on the head.

"Ow! Lina! It's not nice to hit people."

"Che, just save some for me, ok? That's all I care about."

Next to them, Elizaveta and Gilbert were comfortable seated against each other, chatting away about their summer plans. Gilbert played with long strands of Elizaveta's brown curls as they conversed.

"Well, Lizzy, old man Fritz wants you to come over and visit, and I think Vati is ok with it. After all, Luddy is going to visit Feli anyways, so you should come over when he's gone and keep the awesome me some company." (Vati = Dad)

"I think my apu will be fine with that. He hasn't seen Fritz in a while anyways, so don't be surprised if he shows up too. Although, Anya still doesn't like Fritz." (apu = dad; Anya=Mom)

"Ja. Why doesn't your mutti like Fritz anyways?" (mutti = mom)

"Wait a second, albino bastard, did you say that your macho potato brother is going to visit my sorella?"

Gilbert gulped. He could still feel the impact of Lovina's last punch. "Er…I think?"

Just before Lovina could start to yell profanities at the unfortunate self-titled Prussian, Antonio captured her into a giant hug and chirped, "Hey, is Ludwig visiting your hermana? Hey, then come visit me! We can go to the tomato fields and pick tomatoes! And mi madre has the best tomate recipes."

"Chigi! Who said I wanted to pick tomato with you? And dammit, I'm only coming if there's pasta and pizza too."

"Of course! My mom is great cook!"

"Che, she better be."

"Phew," sighed Gilbert. "Crisis averted. Man. How does West deal with Feli and then Lovi trying to attack the two of them constantly? I'd think one Italian is enough."

Elizaveta grinned. "Lovi is just the way she is. She's never going to admit how much she actually wants to go to Antonio's though," she commented as Antonio and Lovina became lost in a world of their own, chattering about tomatoes and food.

"Of course," supplied Emma, grinning as she slid a piece of chocolate into her mouth. She offered a piece to Vash as she chewed on her own. "But she's just so lovable though. She doesn't want us to worry about her, but she's always worried about us. She has the sister complex, and she's always quite adorably ruffled up when we point it out."

"There's nothing wrong with that," mumbled Vash, thinking about Lilli.

Emma's lips twitched into her peculiar cat-like grin. "Of course there's nothing wrong with that, Vash. But even our siblings are their own people, and even they need to be left alone sometimes. They know that we love them and want the best for them, but they don't always appreciate being smothered."

Vash looked down at his hands, face flushed in embarrassment. "I just want Lilli to be safe," he whispered softly. "When we were in primary school, many of the kids would bully her because she was so quiet and so nice."

Emma patted his shoulder sympathetically. "She told me. But she's grown up now, and she has many friends who genuinely care about her. She will be fine. And when she's not, you can always be there for her when she truly needs it."

Vash nodded wordlessly. Emma smiled at him, as if to encourage him to be strong.

"Thank you," he said quietly as Gilbert and Elizaveta resumed their conversation. "I've needed to get that out for a while now. I truly have not had so many people to talk to. Sakura and I don't really have a friendship. We're both too reserved to make proper conversation. And Roderich…"

Emma glanced to see if Elizaveta had heard, but the brunette was too engrossed in her conversation with Gilbert to have heard anything.

"Roderich?" she asked, urging Vash to continue. The blonde sighed and rubbed his temples.

"Roderich. We used to be childhood friends."

Emma's eyes grew large in amazement. Vash and Roderich? Friends?

"What happened?"

"Rumors got spread around. It completely ruined everything. Lilli doesn't know anything. She still thinks that Roderich is a perfectly lovely person." Vash paused to laugh bitterly. "But really, his polite, aristocratic air is just a façade. He can be a real bastard on the inside."

Emma sighed sadly, sparing another glance towards Elizaveta. "Well, I suppose I'm glad that Eliz is out of that relationship then. She really does seem more comfortable and much happier with Gilbert."

Vash nodded absent-mindedly. They were beginning to infringe upon the time limit the school had given them, and so, he suggested that it was time to go back to campus. Reluctantly, the others agreed, and they gathered up their picnic and trudged back.

"Nrrrrgh…"

It was early (well, early for Lovina, anyways) Friday morning when she felt someone tickling her sides. She squirmed, trying to escape from the hands of her attacker.

"Well that's a nice welcome, eh?"

Suddenly, the petite Canadian girl was tackled-hugged by a half-asleep, grumbling Italian. Lovina had underestimated her own strength, and the two girls ended up as a heap on the floor.

"Looks like she's glad you're back," commented Elizaveta dryly.

"I can see that," came Madeleine's muffled voice from the ground.

"Francy-pants!"

At the other end of the school the next day, Francis was also being assaulted, although a Prussian and a Spaniard attacked him at the same time.

"Oh, mes amis, it is good to be back! What did I miss?"

Antonio proceeded to babble on and on about how much Francis had missed and how they had completely missed him.

"May I be introduced to your friends?."

The trio looked up from their huddle on the ground to find a blonde girl smiling at them. Immediately, Francis extracted himself from his friends to place a kiss upon the girl's cheek.

"Oh, Gil and Tonio, this is Jeanne, mon amour."

The two very enthusiastically greeted the girl, cracking jokes about Francis's final success.

"GILBERT! BRUDER! I CANNOT BELIEVE I HAVE COME HOME FROM JAPAN TO BE GREETED BY SUCH A MESS! Kommen Sie hier, um aufzuräumen diesem Schlamassel!" (Kommen Sie hier, um aufzuräumen diesem Schlamassel! = Come over here to clean up this mess!)

"W-w-west!" stuttered Gilbert as his brothers stomped towards him. "Y-you're b-back!"

"No, Gilbert, no excuses! We are cleaning this RIGHT NOW, bruder!"

"Nooooo!"

Jeanne, Francis, and Antonio watched as Luddy chased a frantic Gilbert a short distance before slinging the albino over his shoulder like a potato sack. With a curt nod to the three, he dragged his squealing brother back to their shared dorm. They all shuddered when the door slammed with a vicious thud.

"Well," interrupted Francis after an awkward silence, "I guess we should go find some of the others."

Antonio beamed happily at this. "Yay! I will go to get mi tomate!"

"Chigi! Bastard!"

"Speak of the devil," mumbled Francis under his breath. Jeanne hid a smile, familiar with stories of the irate Italian.

"Lina!"

Lovina blushed, letting Antonio give her a hug and a peck on the cheek.

"What do you need?"

"I ran out of tomatoes again."

"That's ok, mi querida! Let's go get some together!"

Before Lovina could protest, Antonio grabbed her hand, and dragged her along like the picturesque couple they were. Usually Lovina would have scowled and reprimanded Antonio for being an idiot. This time, she smiled, and squeezed his hand a little tighter, running along with him.

"Well," whispered Madeleine softly as she watched the couple laughing together as they ran off towards the office, "It looks like someone finally got through to Lovina."

At her side, Lars smirked a little, per usual.

"It's a good thing," said Elizaveta, grinning. "Our girl is happy now too."

"This really has been a pretty good year so far," commented Emma. She smiled at Vash, who blushed a little at their intertwined fingers. "I hope it gets even better."

A/N: Totally cheesy ending, I know. But this whole story has been rather cheesy and fluffy. ^^

I hope the omake will be up sometime before two o'clock where I live, but I really don't know for sure. I might double post tomorrow. I start school again on Monday, so I WILL finish up this entire story before that, I swear.

And I will now take this time to advertise my other Hetalia stories. If you liked this story, then by all means, check out my other work. If you don't feel like, it's totally fine. I'm very grateful for your support of this story already.

It Started with a Text: This is another High School AU, where Jing Mei Wang (Taiwan) is dared into prank texting Anders Densen (Denmark) by her twin brother Xiang (Hong Kong), cousin Yong Soo (S. Korea), and her brother's girlfriend Mari (fem!Iceland). Chaos and hilarity ensues from this event, and maybe a little romance as well. This one is just about as funny and fluffy as Getting to Lovina.

Imperfections: This is a simple Denfem!Nor oneshot reflecting upon their relationship.

To Drown Our Sorrows: This a very angsty and depression fic about Madeleine (fem!Canada), whose near-marriage was destroyed by her fiancé's affair, and Anders (Denmark), who has just put the killer of his wife to the justice of law. It explores how they heal and fall into love. This may end up being a complete tragedy.

Dear Iceland, Dear Mari: Sent letters to fem!Iceland!

So anyways, that is that.