Well… here we are, folks. The last chapter…

Song: When You Wish Upon A Star

Romano was annoyed. EXTREMELY annoyed. So annoyed that he was ready to kill someone and hide the remains. His face was red from anger (and heat, they were in California after all) and he uselessly tried to fan himself with the collar of his shirt. America just HAD to drag them all to Disneyland! And the stingy bastard hadn't used one of his own excessively large vehicles either! He'd shoved them all onto this cramped, smelly tour bus that was going at a pace that would make snails laugh. So here was Romano, squished between the window and that stupid Spagna, on his way to the "happiest place on earth", and someone was staring at him.

He'd noticed between being shoved into Austria's back and almost falling over the bus steps that there was an unusual amount of teenaged girls on the bus. Most of them had stared at the nations for a bit before giggling and whispering like… well, girls. But one of them was staring at him.

He could only see her eyes and the top of her head but even that was enough to annoy him. Her hair was black and curly, cut extremely short and round spectacles framed her eyes. She or someone else had painted a lightning bolt on her forehead with what looked to be eyeliner. She continued staring, even when he made a point of staring back just to make her uncomfortable. That plan backfired though, because now it seemed that she was staring straight into his soul…

"When can we get o-off this damn bus?!" Romano demanded, pushing his sweaty bangs back from his brow.

Spain grinned at him and nodded. "I know what you mean, I can't wait to get to Disneyland!"

"No!" The Southern Italian let out a frustrated huff. "I don't CARE about Disneyland. This busload of girls is awful!"

Spain looked shocked at this. "But these girls are so cute and sweet!" he protested. He caught eyes with two girls sitting in the opposite aisle. They looked to be twins with blonde hair, green eyes and similar features. One of them had spiky hair though, while the other wore hers long. Spain winked at them and blew a kiss. The twins squealed and looked away, blushing while Romano rolled his eyes.

"Well THAT one keeps staring at me like some creep!" Romano grumbled, pointing towards the Harry Potter impersonator.

The Spaniard inspected the girl. "She looks nice! Hola!" He waved and she responded with one of her own. "I'm Sp- um, Antonio, this is Romano. ¿Cómo te llamas?"

The girl lifted herself up a bit higher so they could see her whole face. "My name is Bobbette."

Like an idiot Spain stood up and stretched over the empty seat between them and held out his hand for her to shake. "Nice to meet you, Bobbette. You look just like Harry Potter you know, only prettier."

Another girl, somewhat shorter with reddish brown hair and wide hazel eyes popped up next to her. "Hiya!" she said shyly. "You're going to Disneyland as one big group, right? We're doing that too. We… uhh..'" She trailed off as she caught sight of Romano. Her face slowly turned crimson and she too sank down until only the top of her head was visible. Now Bobbette and the shy one were both fixated with Romano. He was very tempted to say things not suitable for a woman's ears but Spain interrupted him.

"That's cool! Who arranged it?"

Bobbette spoke up. "Well, we all kind of got together and talked about it but it was Viva who arranged it."

"Who's Viva?" An obnoxious voice asked from the back. Romano nearly jumped out of his skin and turned around. America was half-standing in his seat and looking at Bobbette curiously. Romano didn't know what was worse, America himself or the fact he'd been eavesdropping.

Bobbette twisted around and peered over at the seat right in front of her. Her hand whipped out of sight and came back almost instantly holding an open book. She quickly held it aloft and away from the seat as an angry girl stood up. Her hair was dark brown and curly, tied up in a low ponytail. Her face was dominated by rectangular glasses and beneath it her eyes flashed dangerously.

"This is Viva," Bobbette said blandly.

"Dang it, Emma! Bekah was about to find the murderer!" Viva yelled, reaching for the novel.

Romano stood and grabbed the book from the cosplayer. "You said your name was Bobbette," he accused.

Viva rolled her eyes. "Is she seriously still going on about that? Her name is Emma." She pointed to the shrinking violet (who was still staring at him!). "That's Kayla-" she swept her arms over the front of the bus where most of the girls were congregated "-and that's everyone else."

"That's awesome, dude!" America interjected again. "I'm Alfred F. Jones!" He raised his already loud voice to get everyone's attention, his ADD kicking in (Romano had no proof that America had ADD, but it was the only explanation he had). "HEY, WHAT DO Y'ALL WANT TO DO WHEN WE GET TO DISNEYLAND?"

"Shut up, you git!" England growled. He too had violently protested going on this trip and was in a foul mood. America, of course, ignored him.

A girl with auburn hair that reminded Romano of his brother's (who, by the way, was sitting next to that stupid, stupid German) and a tall, skinny frame stood up. "I want to ride Splash Mountain or go through the Haunted Mansion!"

Italy shuddered. "That sounds scary, bella!" he squeaked.

America looked a little pale himself. "Haha… nothing scary about fake ghosts, Vene…" He coughed once to regain his composure. "Sounds cool, dudette. What's your handle?"

The girl smiled. "I'm Jillian Appel, pleased to meet you." She eyed Italy and America carefully. "If you want, I'll let you boys hold my hand while we go through the mansion," she finally offered, sitting down. Italy looked relieved while America spluttered comically.

Viva sighed and pushed her glasses father up her nose. "I'm sure these guys won't want to stick around with us once we get to-"

She was interrupted by another girl standing. She, like Viva, had dark hair and eyes. "I'm Elize, and I'll be hanging around the New Orlean's square. What about you boys?" she asked shyly.

Prussia grinned, "Ksesese! I like zhat square! Vhat about you, Francis?" France nodded elegantly. "I can't vait to go on zhose Pirates of the zhe Caribbean rides," he added.

Elize grinned suddenly. "I like those too! And the fireworks, those are awesome!"

"Of course zhey're awesome!"

"I can't wait to ride someone there," Bobbette/Emma snickered, snapping her fingers and doing a weird victory dance.

Viva glared at her again. "Emma, you promised to restrain yourself during this trip."

"I made no such promises."

"Burra," Viva snapped.

"Cazzo," Emma replied easily.

"Hey, don't start this again!" another girl shouted from nearby. She stood up (it hardly made a difference, she was REALLY short) and sprang forward to get between them. At that exact moment the bus came to a sharp halt and she was thrown off balance, lurching forward. She quickly regained her feet but the bus zoomed ahead again and she toppled over backwards. Someway or another she ended up sprawled across England's lap.

"O-oi! Watch it!" England shouted, flustered and embarrassed.

The girl scrambled, a flurry of strawberry blonde hair and black leather boots. "Watch yourself, gitface!" she retorted almost immediately. There was a brief pause as they registered each other's accent.

"You're British!" they exclaimed at the same time. "Yes!" they answered (at the same time).

"Arthur Kirkland," England introduced, holding out a hand.

The girl shook it. "Juliet Verc."

Another girl (the tallest Romano had seen so far) stood and walked over to them. "Let me help ya out, friend!" she said, pulling Juliet to her feet. There was a big, goofy grin on her face that reminded everyone distinctly of America. Her bright blue eyes didn't help either…

"Zoey, Juliet, sit down before the driver yells at us," Viva growled, still glaring at Emma.

The taller girl, Zoey, rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah, like the driver's gonna kick us out or something," she replied snarkily. Juliet meanwhile glared at Viva with enough force that it would have intimidated even Belarus. She scooted closer to England almost possessively.

Viva gulped and looked to her friends for help but Emma was busy chatting with France and Kayla was still staring!

The bus came to another screeching halt and everyone was slammed forward. There were muffled curses as faces connected with seats and twin screams as Zoey and Juliet fell again.

"CAN'T YOU DRIVE?!" a girl in the very front yelled at the driver. The driver ignored the girl, which made her spin around to complain to Viva. "Vivaaaaa, this bus, like, sucks!"

Viva sighed. "I know, Kirito. It's the cheapest I could afford though." She looked out the window in confusion. "Shouldn't we be there by now? Sam? Meg?" She looked at the twins across from Romano and Spain.

They shrugged. "How should we know?" Sam asked.

"If we don't get out soon someone's gonna die," Kirito threatened, glaring at two girls across from her (who both squeaked and scooted away).

"Kirito, what did I say about intimidating Aracánë and Lylinn?" Viva warned.

One of the girls smiled shyly, her curly dark hair looking burnished in the bright sunlight. "It's okay, Viva. Lylinn and I are fine."

"That's easy for you to say, I'm the one sitting next to the aisle!" Lylinn protested, her eyes looking a little wild behind her gold glasses.

"Izze, help me out here!" Viva practically begged of the girl sitting behind Kirito. She looked like she was at the end of her rope with all these girls. Juliet and Zoey were having trouble getting up (their hair has somehow gotten tangled in the fall and America's "helpful" intervention had only made it worse); Jillian, the twins and Elize were talking with the BTT and Italy so fast their mouths were a constant blur; Emma had moved on to a perverted conversation with Hungary and Japan, and Kayla was STILL WATCHING ROMANO. The noise was almost deafening.

Izze, her last hope, flicked her dark hair over her shoulder, looked deeply into Viva's eyes with her own dark ones, and raised an eyebrow in an "what am I supposed to do?" expression.

Viva pinched the bridge of her nose. "Intervene, Izze." She flapped a hand towards the out of sorts Kirito.

"And get caught in the crossfire?" Izze asked.

"No! ….Well, yes, but-"

Everyone winced as the buses crappy PA system crackled into life. "Alright, folks, we are approaching our final destination," the driver announced. There was so much static that Romano couldn't even tell if the driver was a man or a woman. He hadn't gotten a good look when he'd been shoved aboard. In any case, there was a collective cheer from everyone and a general bustle as people collected their wallets and purses (both in Poland and Finland's cases).

"Finally!" Viva sighed, positively drooping. "I can't wait to see Lily, she said she was gonna meet us there, right?"

Emma nodded. "We got her out of Florida!" They laughed and highfived.

As the entrance approached the girls and nations pressed their faces to the windows, causing a general ruckus of course.

"Someone's stepping on my foot!"

"Italy, let go."

"Italy?"

"I-I meant Veneziano!"

"Why did you say- OI, MY BLOODY HAIR!"

"Oops, sorry! Owowowow!"

"Juliet, Zoey, hold still… again."

"Hey Aracánë, you knew I wasn't going to really kill you, right?"

"Right…"

Lylinn, the closest to the front, let out a strangled yelp. "T-that isn't Disneyland!"

"What?!" shouted everyone. They all looked closer and realized that they were approaching the entrance to... Disneyworld?!

"Wha?! How-..." Viva spluttered. "That's…!"

"Inconceivable?" Sicily offered.

A loud laugh near the front drew everyone's attention. They all watched in horror as the driver stood, completely leaving the bus to its own devices (though somehow it kept going at the same speed and stayed on the road), and turned to face them. Beneath an old baseball cap was a small Asian girl with a wicked grin.

"LILY?!" Emma, Viva and Kayla all yelled.

"That's me!" the driver snickered.

"How on earth-?!"

Lily held up a hand. "Don't worry, I've got my driver's license," she soothed as if that were the only problem.

"Dang, we didn't get her outta Florida," Emma muttered, snapping her fingers. Kayla nodded sadly (while clinging to Romano's arm).

"But we were in California!" Viva half shrieked. "HOW DID YOU GET US FROM CALIFORNIA TO FLORIDA?!" Everyone vaguely wondered if she was going to pass out from all the stress.

Lily grinned even wider… and winked at the small, grey alien driving the bus.

Wow. WOW! It's… done. Disneytalia is done! I feel both happy and sad about it, like a parent sending their kid off to college or something. I hope I did everyone who sent in their profiles justice (and that I didn't forget anyone! DX).

I honestly don't know how to thank you all enough. Seriously, your love and support through your reviews, favorites, follows or simply just views alone has been incredible! Thank you so much for sticking with me for fifty chapters, especially since the first few weren't that great. I also want to throw out a special thanks to Epic, Starfire, and Lily. They've been my editors and co-conspirators through it all.

I feel like I've grown a lot through Disneytalia (especially in my writing) but to be honest the best part has always be you, the audience. Every time I got a review or PM telling me that my story made them smile, made them happy, totally made my day! Again, I don't know how to thank all of you.

I should also probably say that I'm gonna be on a bit of a hiatus just to restore my creative juices (plus it's getting close to the end of the school year with exams, yadda yadda yadda). For those of you who also read my other crappy stories, I'm officially putting Remembering and Who Doesn't Want A Baby? on hiatus as well. However, I'm gonna come back swingin' with a new story that I'm particularly excited about and possibly a 30 Day OTP Challenge…. possibly.

She has grown a lot because in the beginning her writing was terrible I mean go back and reread those chapters man hahaha it's a good thing she had me here to mentor her. -Epic

Thanks… Though, to be fair, the grammar was terrible. *shivers*

It was so bad. I skipped like half of the first chapters because of my grammar thing. I only read the palatable stuffs.

THANK YOU, EPIC. I THINK THEY GET IT.

I don't think they get it yet.

DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING POSITIVE TO GO ALONG WITH YOUR… CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISMS?

You have pretty nice hair.

Thanks… Anyway, this is goodbye for now my friends. Call me cheesy, but I hope you keep wishing on stars!