Title: Love's Aftermath
Pairings: Italy/Germany, Spain/Romano, Spain/Italy, France/Canada, England/America
Italy's pregnant, Germany's gone missing and Romano just won't quit, have these kids STILL not got their act together?
Epilogue
~8 Years Later~
"Dad! Dad! Dad!"
America looked up as he buttoned closed his black jacket, "Yeah son?"
"I can't find my sneakers!"
"Trainers." England corrected him, "And don't think you're wearing those filthy things to the party Milan, put your nice black shiny shoes on."
"Aww do I have to?" the small boy pouted at the Brit.
England smirked slightly, "Yes, don't think you can try that face with me young man, it's not going to work."
"Daaad..." Milam shuffled over to his other father, wrapping his little arms around America's waist, "Please can I wear them? I bet Dresden will be wearing trainers!"
"Sneakers." America corrected him, "Ahh go on then, I think they're in the hall."
"Yay!" Milan grinned, toddling off to find him shoes.
England glared at the American, raising an eyebrow, "Excuse me, what was that?"
"Ahh lighten up England, he's right, his sister will probably be dressed the same."
"I doubt it, if she's wearing a dress she'll probably be in some nice sandals." England tried to stay looking cross but he just couldn't when his American was dressed up so handsome, "...is that the suit you wore to France and Canada's wedding?"
America smiled, "Yeah, surprised it still fits." he held out his arms, the sleeves were now a bit shorter on him than they once were but they fit none the less.
"Well you haven't really grown much." England commented, buttoning his cuffs.
America grinned, resting his chin on top of the Brit's head, "Still taller than you though!"
"Yes yes don't rub it in..." England muttered, gently batting him away.
"Daddy..." Milan wandered back into the living room, now with his shoes on, gently tugging on England's sleeve, "...can you do my laces for me?"
"Yeah come here..." England knelt down and quickly fastened the laces on his son's grubby trainers, shaking his head slightly, "...you sure you don't want to put on your nice shoes?"
"Stop pestering him." America said, smirking slightly, "You ready to go Milan?"
"I think so."
"Yep I think we're all sorted." England said as he stood back up.
"Right-Oh! Hang on a sec..." America went to the sofa and pulled out a red baseball cap from down the side of it, "Guess what I found last night."
"My hat!" Milan proclaimed, laughing slightly, holding out his hands to the American.
America grinned, "Here ya go champ." he grabbed the hat by the brim and went to put in on his son's head.
"Wait!" Milan held up his hands to stop him, "My hair..." he reached up and slicked back his blond hair with his hands, somehow making it stick back without the use of hair gel, "Okay!" he beamed, letting America place the cap on his head, which he immediately swivelled around so it was on backwards.
"It creeps me out when he does that..." America muttered softly to England.
England smirked, "What? Does his hair like Germany's?"
"Yeah..." America shook his head slightly, checking his pockets to make sure he had his keys and his wallet, "Right let's go-Oh wait!"
England sighed, "What now? We're going to be late."
"I got Milan a little something..." America knelt down and delved under the sofa for something.
"A present? Yay!" Milan grinned, clapping his hands excitedly.
"Ta da!" America beamed, producing a baseball glove out from under the sofa.
"Wow cool!" Milan grinned, taking the oversized glove from his dad, "Thanks dad! I'm gonna put it in my room next to the cricket bat daddy got me yesterday!" he called as he raced from the living room to run upstairs.
America slowly turned to look at England, one eyebrow raised, "You got him a cricket bat?"
England smiled innocently, "I may have."
"Dude! I thought we agreed he was gonna play baseball."
"He can play both." England said, shrugging slightly, slipping his arms around the American's neck, "...and anyway they're pretty similar games."
America shook his head, wrapping his arms around his husband's waist (having married five years ago), "Cricket is so boring!"
England glared at him, "So is baseball!"
"Whatever, at least baseball players get laid-OW!" America winced as England slapped him in the face.
"Stop that..." he gently soothed the place he slapped America with a gentle kiss to his cheek, sighing softly, "Sorry...I guess we've already established that raising a child both British and American is pretty much impossible..." England muttered, resting his head against America's shoulder.
"I think we're doing okay..." America said softly, gently brushing his fingers through England's hair, "I mean sure he'll wolf down a cheese burger and fries but he'll always have a cup of tea afterwards." he smirked slightly, pecking the top of England's head, "...and he can't watch a scary ghost movie without crawling into our bed afterwards, yet he'll happily watch you do your creepy magic stuff."
"Hmm..." England smiled, gently trailing his fingers down America's arm, "By the way, I'm teaching him magic."
America smirked slightly, "Yeah I figured, just promise me you won't teach him how to summon Russia, it was really weird when that happened."
England laughed slightly, "I promise." he gently kissed America just as Milan finally hopped back into the living room.
America gently pulled away from the Brit, "Ready champ?"
"Ready!"
"Alright dudes lets go!"
~0~
"Dresden you should let me do your hair more often, it looks so pretty!" Italy said, laughing slightly, gently tugging his daughter's high pony tail which he'd now secured in her long chestnut coloured hair for her.
Dresden giggled slightly, "Thank you daddy." she turned around on Italy's lap and kissed his cheek.
"Are you two ready to go?" Germany asked as he fastened together the buttons on his jacket, checking his hair was perfectly shaped in the mirror.
"Daddy! Pick me up!" Dresden sang, holding out her arms to her other father.
"Yeah daddy pick us up!" Italy joined in, giggling slightly.
Germany smirked slightly, rolling his eyes as he bent over to the sofa and carefully lifted Italy like a baby, Dresden sitting comfortably in the Italian's lap so he was carrying them both, "You two are ridiculous." he muttered softly, gently pecking them both on the cheek. Italy grinned childishly, even through the years they'd been together the Italian hadn't aged much, the German was glad that now they'd both reached the stage in their lives as countries that they'd finally stopped ageing...at least physically anyway, well, physically and mentally in Italy's case.
Dresden and Italy giggled in Germany's arms, cuddling close to him for a moment before Italy climbed down, gently placing Dresden down as well where she went to pull her socks up which had slipped down, "Dresden show daddy how pretty you look in the dress I picked out!" Italy said happily, taking the German's hand.
Dresden continued to giggle as she twirled around in her powder blue sparkly party frock, complete with glittery strappy sandals and cute white cotton socks, "I'm an ice princess!"
Germany smirked slightly; gently tapping her on the nose, "You look beautiful..." he furrowed his brows when he noticed something about the girl, "Italy...is she wearing makeup?"
"Sì! Doesn't she look pretty?"
"Italy..." Germany turned to his husband (having married three years ago), one eyebrow raised, "You know I don't like her wearing makeup."
"Germany it's only a little blue eye shadow..." Italy said, pouting slightly, clinging onto the German's hand, "Please let her wear it, it highlights her pretty blue eyes!"
"Ja it does daddy!" Dresden persisted; grabbing her father's other hand, both her and Italy gazing up at the German with their best cute faces.
Germany rolled his eyes, smirking slightly, "What am I going to do with you two?"
"Urmm..." Dresden thought hard, biting her lip, "Oh I know! You're going to take us to the party!"
"Sì! Party time! I can't wait to see everyone again!" Italy said, bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement.
"Sì sì sì!" Dresden laughed slightly, hugging Germany tight.
Germany smiled, lifting his daughter again, "Alright, come on you two we better get going."
~0~
"France? Do you know where my shirt is?"
"Your shirt mon cher? I threw it somewhere last night...I think it may be on top of ze lamp."
"Why would you put it there papa?"
Canada blushed heavily, clamping a hand over France's mouth before he could answer their daughter, "Never mind, do you have your shoes on maple?" he asked as he put his shirt on, buttoning it up.
Quebec nodded, lifting her leg to show her father the pink pumps she had on, "Oui papa."
France smiled warmly, gently lifting his daughter up into his arms, cuddling her close, "Are you going to dance with me at ze reunion mon petit ange?"
"Oui!" Quebec smiled, wrapping her little arms around France's neck, "And daddy!"
"Ahh oui...we can't forget daddy." France said with a slight smirk, beckoning Canada over.
Canada rolled his eyes fondly, going to join the family cuddle, "It'll be so weird seeing everyone again, aside from England, American, Italy and Germany we haven't really seen anyone from school in years."
"I believe Germany and Italy's wedding was ze last time everyone was together..." France mused, gently pecking his lips.
"Oui...we best get going then."
~0~
America and England stepped into the very familiar, yet almost forgotten dining room of their old school. Milan looked around with intrigue as he clung onto his father's hands, confused by the way the two men seemed to have tears in their eyes at the sight in front of them.
"Oh wow, it hasn't changed a bit..."
"Dude...weird...I can totally remember everything that happened here and where..." he scanned the room momentarily, "Look, there's where we broke up, remember?"
England nodded, "Yes I remember it well..." he shuddered slightly at the memory, even through all the good ones they'd had at the academy, there were plenty of bad ones to accompany them.
"You're breaking up?" Milan asked in shock, his eyes immediately welling up.
"No no no! No dude!" America insisted, lifting him up, "We meant years ago when we were just kids."
"R-Really?" he asked softly, gently dabbing at his eyes.
"Yeah dude, don't worry I love your daddy." he smiled, leaning over to kiss England to prove his point.
Milan smiled climbing down from his dad, glancing around the dining room at all the streamers and balloons in awe, he couldn't quite remember why they were attending a party at his father's old school, but he loved all the pretty, sparkly party lights and the food. Not to mention the fact that he got to see his sister Dresden and cousin Quebec, as well as his two other daddies.
"MILAN!" the small boy looked up as his name was screamed across the dining room, to see his twin sister racing towards him.
"DRESDEN!" Milan screamed back, letting go of America's hand he ran at full speed towards her, crushing her with a tight hug.
"I missed you! How are you?" Dresden asked, swinging her brother around.
"I'm good! I missed you too! How are you?"
"I'm good too!"
"Where's your daddies?" Milan asked excitedly, grabbing hold of his sister's hands.
Dresden giggled, "You mean our daddies, they're just over there." she pointed behind them to Italy and Germany who were hurriedly making their way over to them.
"Dresden don't run off like that..." Germany scorned softly, gently tapping her on the head.
"Hi daddy..." Milan muttered shyly, waving at them.
Italy grinned, gently lifting his son into his arms, "Ciao Milan! How have you been doing?" he asked, gently bouncing him in his arms.
"I'm good..." Milan said softly, fiddling with the buttons on his little suit jacket.
"Did your dad put you in that cap?" Germany asked, gently taking his son from Italy's arms, swinging him around.
"Yeah..." Milan smiled slightly, burrowing his head in the German's neck in shyness.
"We miss you Milan." Italy said, smiling, gently hugging the little boy in his husband's arms, "You're getting so big now!"
Milan giggled slightly, hugging Italy back, "I've grown four inches! Daddy said so."
"You've certainly got mein height." Germany commented, gently pressing the tip of his son's nose.
"Ahh you found your other dad's." came America's voice as he and England finally caught up, "Hey Dresden."
"Hallo America, ciao England." Dresden smiled at the two men she'd become very familiar with, as the two men were raising her twin brother they'd become like family to her.
"Bonjour Dresden, hello Milan!" Quebec waved to her non-biological cousins, skipping over to them in her pink, puffy dress, holding out her arms.
Milan grinned, jumping down from Germany's arms to hug the French-Canadian, "Hey Quebec! Dresden join the hug!" Dresden giggled slightly, hugging the two other children, all three of them twirling around, giggling and squealing.
"Goodness what's all that noise?" Canada said, laughing slightly.
"Hey bro." America beamed, wrapping an arm around the Canadian's shoulders, giving him a sideways hug.
"Bonjour my little Englishman." France smirked slightly, gently pinching England's cheeks who hurriedly batted him away.
"Get off frog..." England muttered, but smirked slightly in amusement.
"Awww...they all play so cutely together." Italy cooed fondly, cuddling up into the German's arms, watching his twins and France's daughter clapping each other's hands and dancing around in a circle, "Bless..."
Germany smirked slightly, "Don't say that, you'd happily join them if you could."
"Ahh there's my two favourite kids in the whole wide world..."
Dresden and Milan stopped dancing and looked up at the new person who'd suddenly appeared, "UNCLE PRUSSIA!" they screamed, racing towards the silver haired man, holding out their arms.
Prussia laughed as he was attacked by the twins, getting knocked down to the floor, "You cheeky rascals! Come here, the awesome tickle monster is going to get you!" the Prussian grinned, holding them down and attacking the twins, tickling them mercifully on their tummies.
Dresden and Milan screamed and squirmed, giggling uncontrollably, "No stop! No Uncle Prussia!"
"Bruder stop that..." Germany rolled his eyes, leaning over to rescue the children, lifting them up, "Kids why don't you take Quebec und go und get some juice ja? We'll be over here if you need us."
"Kay!" Milan smiled, taking the girls hands and racing off through the crowds of past students towards the bar and out of sight.
"Honestly West, you always gotta be good guy right?" Prussia said, smirking slightly, ruffling his brother's hair.
"I think it's sweet." Hungary commented, linking arms with the Prussian, "You sure are good with kids Germany."
"Ja...I was surprised how natural I found looking after Dresden was..." he muttered softly, lacing his fingers with Italy's. He wasn't lying, ever since the day they brought her home from the hospital the German had tapped into some kind of natural instinct, he just instantly knew what to do, how to take care of her...Italy was the same. There had always been doubt in his mind about having children, something the German now felt extremely guilty about whenever he reminded himself that he used to feel like this, but the second his little girl could cling to his finger and stare up at him with those big, beautiful eyes that matched his own he'd fallen in love...and he'd do anything to make her happy, and keep her safe. The same for his son even if he only saw him a few times a year.
"Wow, the whole gang back together again eh? Weird dude..." America mused, circling his arms around England's waist, "Everyone's here..." he glanced across the dining room at all their former classmates, their countrymen as well as the countries themselves, even the ones they'd never really become friends with.
"This place hasn't changed at all." Switzerland muttered softly, linking arms with his husband, (having married 4 years ago), "Maybe we could have a wander round the empty school later."
"Yeah we could, I still have a key to my old music room...maybe we could put the empty room to use later..." Austria muttered softly, gently nuzzling the blond boy's neck.
Switzerland blushed slightly, squeezing Austria's hand, "Maybe..." he smirked slightly, gently kissing his cheek, "...my Austrian prince..." he mumbled softly.
Austria smirked slightly, "You're sweet...love you."
"I love you too."
Russia looked up as the three little children of Germany, France and America ran past, turning to his partner, "China, when are we going to have a beautiful little child?"
China blushed slightly, "I fear the thought of a mini version of you..." he said softly, gently brushing a hand through Russia's messy grey hair.
"China...if it was a little girl it would be beautiful and feminine like you..." Russia said softly, cuddling him close.
China blushed deeper, "Wow...thank you."
"Oh China look...it's my little Baltic trio!" Russia waved at his former servers, joined by a fourth person.
Lithuania briefly waved back, no longer intimidated by the Russian, "It's a wonder how we were so scared of him when we were young..." he mused, linking hands with Liechtenstein.
"Yeah...he's still quite scary just...it's not directed at us anymore." Latvia said, smiling happily, clinging onto Estonia's arm.
Estonia smiled, kissing the side of his head, "It is rather nice not to be afraid anymore...Liechtenstein isn't that your ex-boyfriend?" the tallest of the four asked, nodding to where Switzerland was by the bar with Austria.
"Please Estonia don't call him that, it was so long ago...he's more like an old friend." Liechtenstein smiled in Switzerland's direction, waving to him, looking quite gleeful when he waved back, "Or a big brother."
"Hola amigos!" Spain grinned, waving to his large group of friends, clinging onto Romano's hand, tugging him over to them.
"Calm down! Bastard..." Romano muttered, tripping slightly as Spain pulled him along.
"Ciao Spain! Ciao fratello!" Italy grinned, waving them over, leaning towards them to hug them both in turn, "Hey where's Madrid?"
"He's here..." Spain smiled, stepping aside to reveal their shy little boy hiding behind the Spaniard's legs, biting his thumb, clinging onto his tomato patterned blanket, "Say hello to Uncle Italy..." Madrid waved sweetly before scooting further behind his dad, trying to hide his shy four year old face.
"...hola Uncie Itawy..." he mumbled softly, burying his head in the back of Spain's leg.
Romano bent down and lifted his son into his arms, "You tired little tomato?" Madrid nodded, nuzzling his father's neck, clinging onto the front of his shirt, "Okay, you go sleepy-byes then." he gently rocked the little boy in his arms until he fell sound asleep, snuggled close to his Italian father.
"How's he been?" Germany asked, very softly ruffling the boy's hair as he slept, Romano glared at him, rolling his eyes.
"He's been good I guess, he still doesn't talk much...shy little thing." Spain smiled fondly, gently pecking the top of Madrid's head.
"He'll probably grow out of it." Germany said, smiling softly. He glanced over his shoulder and stopped when he saw a large form waddling towards them, "Italy, look who it is."
"Ve?" Italy turned around, grinning widely.
"Cover your ears..." Germany warned to the rest.
"JAPAAAAAAAAAANNNNNN!" Italy screeched at full volume, waking Madrid from his nap with a start as the excitable Italian raced across the dining room to his heavily pregnant Asian friend, but remembering to slow down just in time so as not to hurt him when he attacked him with a hug.
Japan cringed slightly, patting Italy's back, "...kon'nichiwa Italy, it is good to see you."
"You too! Japan I MISSED YOU!" he beamed, eventually pulling away as the rest of the congregation made their way over.
"Hallo Japan, how are you doing? Is everything okay with your baby?" Germany asked, gently pressing a hand to Japan's baby bump.
"Everything is fine, thank you, how about your daughter?"
"She's great Japan! When your little girl is born they can be like sisters!" Italy giggled slightly, hugging the Asian again.
"That would be nice." Greece said softly, wrapping his arms around his husband (having married just last year), "I'm really looking forwards to having our little girl."
"Have you decided on a name for her?" Hungary asked, going to feel Japan's stomach, giggling slightly.
Japan blushed slightly, "I think we were pretty set on Athens..."
Greece smiled softly, kissing the side of his neck, "Beautiful little Athens..."
Prussia yawned loudly, "Okaaay...now that we're all done with that boring family gooey formality stuff can we go get wasted or dance or something? You know, like you're supposed to do at a party!"
"Aww...doesn't he just make you want to bear a child with him?" England said softly to Hungary, rolling his eyes slightly.
Hungary sighed, "Yes, definitely..."
~0~
By the time it was nearly nine at night, everyone was relatively intoxicated and finding it hard to keep their hands off one another. Switzerland and Austria had disappeared sometime earlier in the evening, France and Canada were pretty much having sex at the bar, Germany and Italy were safe guarding Quebec for the time being, although she and the other kids were close to falling asleep as their bed times loomed. Spain had managed to doze off as well, Madrid plonked on his lap fast asleep with his dad, Romano seemed initially pleased but soon got slightly miffed that he had no one to talk to so went and cuddled up with his sleeping Spaniard.
The empty stage was suddenly lit up with a spot light as a very familiar old man shuffled his way on stage, taking hold of the microphone, coughing slightly to gain the attention of the party guests, "Hello former students..."
"Oh my God! He's actually here..." Italy beamed, lifting Dresden into his arms to give her a better view of the stage.
Mr Danketsu smiled, letting his eyes wander across all the familiar faces in the dining room, "Welcome to the first annual Hetalia Academy reunion! I'm so happy so many of you made it to our gathering...I'm sure it must be strange for many of you to be back at your old school, it's wonderful to see so many familiar faces...as well as some little new ones."
"Who's that dad?" Milan asked tiredly, cuddling up to America.
"Mr Danketsu, he was our headmaster when we were here."
"Get used to seeing him, when we send you here in a few years he'll be your headmaster as well." England said, smiling, gently pecking the top of his head.
"I've been headmaster of this academy for many many years...and I can honestly say without a doubt that what makes this job all worthwhile, is all you wonderful young people...each of you has brought something special to our school and I thank you for all the wonderful memories and experiences you've given me...as well as many I'm sure you've had yourselves." he smiled, looking towards the back of the room where most of the countries were congregated, holding onto their children which were all close to falling asleep, "But mostly I'd like to thank the countries themselves, without which, I would never have been inspired to start this school, each of you have brought to the establishment your countrymen and women and with them all of our unique personalities, cultures and ideals."
"Hell to the yes!" Prussia called out, laughing slightly.
"Bruder shut the hell up." Germany hissed, hitting the Prussian on the back on the head.
Mr Danketsu rose an eyebrow, "Yes...I remember you well Prussia...anyway, what makes me happiest of all is the way I've achieved what I set out to do, I wanted to unite the countries of the world, and the way you all have formed friendships and in some cases, deep loving relationships, into which some of you have been blessed with children, I believe I have reached my goal...I hope you will all take what you learnt at your time here and use it for the rest of your lives, to teach your little ones about loving and respecting your fellow man, no matter where he or she may come from. I've loved every day I've spent working at this academy and will continue to strive for excellence in all new students from every background and walk of life...I wish all of you the greatest luck for the future and hope that everything you set out of achieve becomes reality. To quote our school motto, which I, and I hopefully all of you, firmly believe in, Hetalia academy, to teach acceptance and respect, is to unite the world...thank you." An eruption of applause sounded from the crowd as their beloved headmaster stepped down.
England rested his head against America's shoulder, sighing softly, "You know...I really do miss this place sometimes..."
"Yeah, me too." America muttered softly.
"I'll never forget that time I got stuck on that lawn mower and ploughed through the fence..." Italy said, giggling slightly.
"Ja, I believe I went and rescued you."
"That was the first time I was sure you were in love with Italy, Germany." Japan said softly.
"I was sure it was when Italy made pasta in my home ec class and added Wurst to the recipe..." Hungary mused.
"I thought it was when they went to Venice, you know, after he slept with Spain?" Prussia announced carelessly.
Spain sighed deeply, "Prussia don't bring that up, you know it upsets my little Romano."
Romano glared at him, "Don't go there...I was only one hundred percent sure they were in love after they refused to break up even when I put France's underwear in Germany's bed."
"Oh so zat's where they went! You know I never got zem back..."
"I remember that...it happened just before I swapped rooms with America and moved into England's room" Japan added in.
Greece smirked slightly, "Yes...then you ended up with him and I had to break you two up..."
"Guys...as lovely as it is to reminisce, I think we should get the little ones home..." Canada said softly, nodding to the four little children all curled up together by their feet, struggling to stay awake.
Germany went to pick up Dresden, America Milan, France Quebec and Romano Madrid, "Yeah I guess you're right bro...who knows when we'll all be together like this though..."
"You should all come over for dinner some time!" Italy announced, linking arms with the German.
"We say that every time, remember at your wedding? We said we were all going to go camping together...it never happens." England said, smiling sadly.
"Well we'll just have to try harder." Germany said, gently rocking Dresden to sleep, "We're all like one big family now...we have to stick together und unite as one...who knows, life as a country is pretty unpredictable, but when disasters occur, it's better to be together as friends."
Italy grinned, "Friends forever!"
"Ahh Italy, you are so sweet." France said, smirking slightly.
"That's true Germany, okay guys; let's do something very cheesy right now...everybody hands in." America said, thrusting his hand out in front of him, everyone looked a bit sceptical as England, Germany, Italy, France, Canada, Spain, Romano, Prussia, Hungary, Japan and Greece all placed their hand on top of America's, "From this day we gotta promise to all stick together, whether we're family or just friends, we gotta be there for each other and see each other as much as we can! And never lose contact...life is so much better when we're united."
England smiled, kissing his cheek, "Well said love, school motto on three? One, two, three!"
"Hetalia academy, to teach acceptance and respect, is to unite the world!" all of them pushed their hands down and threw them up in the air, laughing and cheering happily together, joining for one last group hug. They weren't certain when they'd all be together again, but one thing was certain, now they were all united, be it by friendship, family ties or love, they would never forget the importance lesson of sticking together that they learn attending Hetalia Academy.
Good God...did I really just finish this?
I thought this day would never come! XD Ahhh..~ no, really though, I've seriously loved writing this series, and I've loved all every single one of you for reading and favouriting and leaving all those wonderful reviews that just light up mein world and bring me joy :D
Le sigh~ It's like letting go of your first born child...okay I wouldn't go that far XD I mean after Hetalia Academy II I was damn sure I was done with it then I ended up writing this mammoth of a story XD Ahh well, glad I did though :) Even though I hated it at first, really, I had no idea what I was doing XD but by about chapter 5 the love started to return XD
Anyway, thanks for reading and sticking with it til the end :) I love you all!
...But if anyone asks for a third sequel I will kill you XD