Who knew asap meant tomorrow? I sincerely apologize for the previous chapter. That was cruel and unnecessary of me. I am very grateful that you have come back to read the end of the story even after I messed with you like that.

Sadly this is the last chapter of my first fanfic! I can't believe it's done :(

Thank you so much for reading it and thanks for all the reviews (a few more wouldn't hurt ;) )

THREE YEARS LATER

Mathew absent-mindedly stared at his friend. He knew Gilbert was talking to him, but he couldn't hear what he was saying. He couldn't concentrate on the words that were flowing out of his mouth. He couldn't concentrate on anything for the past few days. None of it seemed real.

"Mattie? Are you listening to me?" Gilbert asked, noticing that his friend was drifting away from reality again.

He grew very concerned when his buddy didn't answer him.

"Mattie?...Matt?"

It was no use. Mathew didn't respond at all. He grabbed his friend's shoulders and shook him.

Mathew blinked a few times.

"What is it Gilbert?" he asked in a flat tone.

"I...are you alright Mattie?" he asked nervously.

"No I'm not," Mathew said bluntly.

Gilbert sighed. He hated seeing his friend like this.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Mathew closed his eyes. He couldn't do this. He wanted to run away. This wasn't real, it couldn't be real.

He opened his eyes and gazed at Liz who was holding her son, David, in his arms. The little brat looked just like her, but acted exactly like his arrogant father.

Did Gilbert realize how lucky he was? He had everything. He had the immortality of a nation without having to deal with the responsibilities. He lived a care-free life. He didn't have to give up his home to be with the one he loved. Germany wasn't that far away from Hungary, especially if you compared it to the distance between Canada and Ukraine. He could just go home and hang out with his brother whenever he felt like it. And most of all, he had a healthy little boy.

"…Just spend as much time with your family as you can," Mathew sighed.

"Mattie…"

Gilbert didn't know what to do anymore. He knew it was unreasonable of him to expect that Mattie would have recovered by now, but he had hoped he would at least accept it. He couldn't believe he was still in denial. Is this how he'd react if something happened to David? Or Elizaveta? No, he shouldn't think about that. If anything happened to his little boy… or his wife…

"I will," he sighed after a while, "But you have to do the same. You're being such an un-awesome husband right now. Don't you realize Ukraine is suffering too?"

Mathew's head jerked up when he heard his wife's name. As much a he hated to admit it, Gilbert was right. She was even more upset than he was, because she was there when…when it happened. He was away at the G8 meeting in *INSERT COUNTRY* and he didn't …make it back in time. He couldn't forgive himself for not being there for his son. For his wife. He knew he wouldn't have been able to save Kumajiro, but if he was there he could have held him. He could have said goodbye. He was a failure as a father and as a husband. He hadn't been able to comfort Nikita at all. He was too caught up in his own delusions to find a way to ease her pain.

He searched the room, trying to catch a glimpse of her. His heart sank when he saw her sobbing in the corner. Natalya and Alfred were trying and failing to cheer her up. He stared at her. She didn't look right in that black dress, it didn't suit her. She shouldn't be here crying her eyes out at her son's funeral; she should be at home laughing and playing with their kids. How did this happen? Kumajiro was finally getting better. Why did it have to be like this?

"Mattie…" Gilbert sighed, trying to get his friend to snap out of it again.

"…I have to go help her…" Mathew stated, "…Gilbert….thanks…for everything,"

"No prob Mattie, I'm here for you," his friend said as he walked away.

Natalya looked up and smiled as she saw Mathew coming towards them. He would no what to do. She didn't know how to deal with her sister anymore. She was distressed too. She was going to miss that kid.

Mathew took his wife into his arms and held her tight. They stayed like that for several minutes before he lifted his head and gave his brother a look.

Alfred understood.

"C'mon Natalya," he said, grabbing her arm, "let's go get some food,"

"Don't touch me!" she sneered, pulling her arm away.

But she gladly followed him. She wanted to give Mathew and her sister some time alone.

Nikita sobbed into her husband's shoulder. He hated her now. This was all her fault. If she had taken better care of Kumajiro, this wouldn't have happened. She sniffled as he gently patted her head.

"Shhh. Don't cry Nicky…we'll…we'll make it through this…together," he struggled to say, holding her close to his heart.

Nikita tried to concentrate on his heartbeat. Not wanting to slip away again. Not wanting to relive it for the hundredth time.

…She giggled watching her daughter braid Natalya's hair.

"Auntie's hair is so pretty!" Mia laughed.

Her sister blushed but didn't pull away.

"…Thanks kid," she mumbled.

Nikita smiled. Mathew had been away for the past few weeks and wasn't coming home for another three days. Natalya had come to visit almost every day to make sure she didn't get too lonely. She was lucky to have such a great sister.

"Your hair looks really nice like that!" Nikita exclaimed, moving closer and braiding the other side of Natalya's hair.

"Not you too!" Natalya groaned.

Nikita sighed. It was nice to have a little girl time, but she really wished her guys were here. Kumajiro had fled to his room as soon as Natalya arrived.

"My house is being invaded by girls!" he had exclaimed, rolling his eyes.

She hadn't seen him in a couple of hours. And Mathew was in another continent. She couldn't wait for him to come home.

Soon, it was Mia's turn to get her hair done. The toddler giggled and tried to run away from her mother and her aunt.

"Ha! You can't run away from me!" Nikita exclaimed, grabbing her little girl and pulling her in for a hug.

Nikita's heart stopped when she heard a loud thump downstairs. Everyone went silent. She pulled herself together and handed Mia over to her sister. She grabbed Kuma's medicine and rushed down the stairs. Please let him be alright, she begged.

She burst into his bedroom to find her son trembling on the ground, lying in his own blood. She froze. So much blood. Once she snapped out of it, she ran towards him.

"…M-Mom…?" he wheezed.

"Shhh…it's going to be ok…" she reassured him as she sat down next to him and took him into her arms.

"…I …I…want Dad..."

Nikita felt a stabbing pain in her chest. She held her son close, trying to ignore the blood that was still oozing out of his mouth.

"I know sweetheart, j-just take your medicine," she begged him, "It's going to be alright,"

"…I want… Dad…" he repeated before swallowing the medication.

Nikita felt her world falling apart as her son stared up at her with a desperate look on his face. He…had never looked that scared before.

"…It …hurts…I … want… Dad…" he panted as he started shaking violently.

"I know, Kuma, I know," she sobbed, holding him close and stroking his hair.

This couldn't be happening.

"Sis? Is everything alright?" she heard her sister shout as she walked down the stairs.

"Don't come in!" she shouted.

"…Mommy?"

"M-Mia, stay with Aunt Natalya…Nat…please call the doctor…now!" she stuttered.

She buried her face in her son's hair as she listened to her sister and her daughter run up the staircase. He wouldn't stop shaking and he was breathing heavily. She thought back on when he first moved in with her, before she thought of him as a son. He was so insecure back then. He thought everyone was going to abandon him. That no one loved him.

"I love you Kuma," she choked between sobs.

"…Love…you…mom…"he rasped.

She cried and told him how much she and his father loved him. How important he was to them. He held on to her and relaxed in her arms. She felt him let go. Felt his breathing slow down. His grip on her arm loosen.

Soon he was completely still. She held her breath.

"…Kuma?" she asked.

He didn't respond. She gently shook him.

"Kuma?...You're scaring me…"

She could feel the tears starting up again. This couldn't be happening. God, why was this happening?

"Kuma, please hon, say something!" she begged him.

"No…NO! Don't go! Don't die! Don't!" she shrieked, holding his limp body.

"Nikita! Snap out of it sweetheart!" Mathew begged her.

She opened her eyes to find her husband staring at her with a panicked look in his eyes.

"…I'm so sorry Matt…" she mumbled, burying her face in his chest again.

"Don't apologize hon, it's not your fault,"

She flinched.

"Oh God Nikita!" he cried, holding her tight, "Don't tell me you thought it was your fault!"

She didn't respond. He cupped her face with his hands and looked into her blue eyes.

"Our son's death was in no way, shape or form your fault. Don't beat yourself up about it. There was nothing you could do. We knew this was going to happen one day," he reassured her.

She nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I know it's hard, but we have to pull ourselves together. For Mia,"

Mathew froze, suddenly realizing his little girl wasn't with his wife. Where was she? He let go of Nikita and began to search the room frantically. He would not lose another kid.

Nikita followed him. She was scared out of her mind. Mia had been right next to her a second ago. Where could she be? Mia was just a little girl. She could easily get hurt and they'd have no idea. If anything happened to her daughter…she wouldn't know what to do with herself anymore.

Both parents sighed when they found their daughter sitting on Ivan's lap. She was showing him her favorite storybook, the one her brother had given her for Christmas. She didn't know how to read yet, but Kumajiro had read it to her so many times that she knew it by heart.

"And then Mr. Polar Bear goes and eats pancakes with his family! See?" she said pointing at the picture with a huge smile on her face.

"Hmmm, and does he have Canadian maple syrup with his pancakes?" he asked his niece.

"Of course he does silly," she replied frowning.

Ivan chuckled and hugged her. His niece was so cute. She reminded him a lot of his sisters when they were little, but she was a lot like her father in so many ways. She had his politeness and his stubbornness. But she didn't inherit his shyness or his invisibility. She was loud and was always the center of attention. He had no idea where she got that from, both her parents where so timid.

He frowned when he saw her pouting.

"Is something wrong sweetheart?" he asked her.

"I miss my brother," she sulked.

"…Everyone misses him," Ivan sighed, patting her head, "He was a special kid,"

No! It's done D:

It seems so unnatural without a single phone call! There really were a lot in this story XD

There was so much more I wanted to write for this story(NOT ENOUGH PRUSSIA!) but this is it.

I'm writing a sequel(I think I've said this already…?) and it will be CanadaxUkraine and BelarusxAmerica (and maybe some PurssiaxHungary if I can work it in…ah who am I kidding, I'm me, of course they'll be PrussiaxHungary!). And there will be more of Mia(and her little brother who hasn't been born yet…)in it because I'm really disappointed with how I wrote about her and I want to develop her character a bit more…I have no idea when I'll post it though...

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING MY FIRST FANFIC!