When the two had arrived back at the hospital a worried Belle all but forced Matthew on a gurney and forced them back up to the room. The Kirkland-Bonnefoy family and Craig were still in the room. Ludwig swore there were permanent pacing tracks on the floor but shook off the thought.

Once the doctors had finished their examination/bandaging of Matthew and left, Ludwig explained what they had done and the Canadian's family smiled adoringly at the slumbering teen, knowing that he had restrained himself for them. They all waited in the room for Matthew to wake up much to the doctor's chagrin. The caretakers let them stay, however, because after all, they did save the hospital from that shrieking, blade-wielding psycho.

About half a day later Matthew woke up and was greeted by the smiling faces of Alfred, Arthur, Francis, Ludwig, and Craig. He blinked his violet eyes confused, before smiling his beautiful shy smile that everyone had missed. Matthew felt no heavy burdens on his shoulders, no contracts were weighing him down, no secrets, no fears. He was genuinely happy and it showed.

Everything seemed to finally be going right for Matthew and he wasn't about to ruin it. He did allow himself to laugh. The other people in the room were surprised at the sound of bordering hysterical laughter. Alfred stepped forward.

"Hey Mattie, are you okay? Do you need a doctor? Did that girl hit you in the head?" The younger brother questioned concernedly, slowly inching towards the emergency call button. What were with these people and emergency call buttons? Matthew quieted down and was left chuckling slightly.

"N-no, Al, I'm fine. Perfectly fine. More than fine! I am free and I have never felt better." The teen answered happily. He sat up ignoring the phantom pain of his injuries and hugged his brother. Alfred was stunned momentarily before laughing and wrapping his arms around his older brother.

"I'm so glad, Mattie. You don't know how much I have missed you." Alfred was on the brink of tears.

"But I never really left." Matthew replied confusedly. Alfred just gave a teary smile. Everyone else had their moments with Matthew, Craig's involving multiple tears, but the last to speak with him was Ludwig.

"Matthew, there is no way I could possibly repay you. Everything you have done for me and the other prisoners. If there is anything. Anything I could do for you, just let me know." Ludwig said smiling brilliantly.

Matthew returned the smile and held out his hand. Ludwig looked at him quizzically before siding his hand into the older teen's. He looked at their intertwined hands and felt a folded piece of paper being slid onto his palm. The German looked confused but the Canadian just smiled gently before letting go of his hand.

"Alright, enough of this. You all need to go home and sleep it's, what? 9? Get out. All of you." Matthew said laughing. The people in the room were about to protest but the teen waved them all off and turned on the TV. They gave a collective sigh at the Canadian's stubbornness but filed out all the same, Arthur and Francis giving a farewell kiss to their oldest on the way out.

Matthew focused his attention on the TV and stuck his tongue out at the plastic people screaming at each other. Seriously, did a Cheetos factory blow up beside them? It definitely was not normal to be that orange Matthew decided. He switched the channel to CBC and saw the face of the Prime Minister on the screen.

He fell silent as he watched the report intently. The news reporter, who was wearing entirely too much makeup, reported that the bullet that killed the man was unmarked and untraceable. Matthew smiled at this.

"Even though the gun is untraceable, the RCMP have a sketch of a possible suspect." This definitely caught the attention of the adolescent. "The man is assumed to be American with short auburn hair and sharp features. About 6 feet in height and around 140 lbs. Possibly around 20 years of age."

Matthew laughed at the description and sketch. It looked nothing like him. This was why he was so good at his job. The thought struck him as slightly melancholy. He could never return to the exciting life of being an assassin and he was putting his skills to waste. Well, that left a bitter taste in his mouth. The Canadian ran a hand through his hair and sighed. Oh well, he could live a normal life with normal friends and normal jobs with normal low-paying wages.

Right?

You keep telling yourself that Matthew.

Fluff chapter is fluff.

Anyways! This is the second last chapter guys :( It has been a great joy to be able to write for each and everyone of you! I'm so glad that a lot of you found it good! Happy endings are the best, non? The last chapter is about Ludwig! Yay!

Translations:

RCMP = Royal Canadian Mounted Police. They are usually the ones who take care of super important business.

SilverDawn1313: Yeah. She is pretty damn crazy. Oh well! She's on a plane to Russia now so all is good! I have to thank you so much for all the feedback you have given! You have been one of my very loyal readers and for that, I thank you!

Madame Axis: I never thought about it like that. That is actually an awesome speculation though because you know what I think you are right. Thanks for the feedback! I hope you enjoy this chapter as well as the next one!