A/N: Okay Dudes this is farewell. The story is over, the journey is done. I greatly appreciate you who've stayed with me through the story, now a moment of silence... SIKE! FUCK THE POLICE AND BEIN' POLITE! WHOOOOOOOO! XD But seriously guys, I appreciate every single favorite and review you guys are truly awesome, thanks forever :D Hugs for all~

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Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or Wonderland at all :(

Warning: THIS IS A BATTLE, THERE WILL BE BLOOD AND GORE AND DEATH, PLEASE SKIM IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH, NO VOMITING ALLOWED, THANK YOU ... :3 read at own risk

Now onto the beginning of the end.

In the wise writings of J.K Rowling, I open at the close. /(^w^)/

Arthur sat on his bed, his hands on his knees as he heard the shouts and clashing sounds of metal went behind his closed door, he looked over to his suit of armor and sword, a quiver full of arrows and a bow laid beside it. He let out a heavy sigh as there was a knock at his door, "Come in."

Gilbert walked in, his sword hung loosely at his hip, "Hey, I wanted to talk to you." Arthur nodded and the albino sat beside him, rubbing his hands on his pant legs, "you know, the first time I saw Mattie, I was awestruck. He was so amazing, he was smart, kind, fierce." he chuckled, "And he was selfless... I knew that I could never be like that, at least not before, but now..." he let out a shaky breath, "I know that I'll do anything, I wont run away this time, I swear."

Arthur rubbed his friends back and gave him a smile, "I know, I've always trusted you."

Gilbert nodded and took of a long chain with an iron cross attached to it, blood caked onto the fine metal, he pressed it into Arthur's palm, "Arthur if I die-"

"Don't you say that Gilbert, we're all going to be fine, we'll all make it." Arthur said curtly, but the cross was pushed towards him more.

"Please," Arthur took it with a sigh, "If I don't come back, tell Ludwig and everyone that I'll miss them, okay? Can you do that for me Artie?"

Arthur nodded, "Of course, you better do the same for me chap."

Gilbert laughed and nodded, "I'll promise that you'll see the end of this fucking battle."

Arthur smirked, "As do I."

Gilbert smirked and held out a pinky, "Fucking pinky swear on that shit."

Arthur chuckled at the childishness of the Prussian but sealed the pinky promise, there was a knock and Antonio walked in, "We're leaving." he closed the door again and Gilbert stood, "Guess I better get suited up, you too Arthur. See ya out there."

"Right, see you then Gilbert."

Arthur quickly donned his battle armor, the weight uncomfortable but manageable all the same. He walked out with his weapons by his side, walking past the young couple Emil and Karou, tightly embracing in fear of the oncoming battle. The blacksmith Berwald and his husband Tino talking in a rapid succession of Swedish and Finnish. Arthur felt sick as he continued to pass by the couples and other soldiers, people would definitely die tonight... but it was sad to see so many young people.

He shook his head and nodded to Antonio as he sat atop his chestnut colored horse, Gilbert beside him with a peppered stallion beneath him. Feliciano bustled about, attending to the soldiers, fixing their armor or giving them treatments to endure the battle. Lovino also took care of the animals, who either served as warriors or transport. Roderich hugged a blonde man, by the name of Vash, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Allistor and Angus were talking with Abel, Lukas, and Mikkel, all holding their choice weapon. Arthur met with a honey blonde stallion, petting it's neck reassuringly and hoisting himself up.

Eventually Antonio turned around and raised his battle ax, similar to Mikkel's, "We go to battle this day, to win back our right of power. May this battle be won painlessly and quickly. And-"

"Wait!"

The Spaniard turned to see seven people running towards them, wearing the color of Alfred's kingdom. The archers raised their bows, ready to attack, Antonio held up a hand causing them to wait. One with a mask covering half his face and a scraggly beard stood before Antonio, two brunettes, one slightly shorter than the other, behind him. And then a group of four, consisting of three blondes and another brunette. The scraggly beard raised a hand and panted, "Wait, we've come to join your side!"

Antonio looked down at them questioningly, "Why should we take you in before the time of battle?"

The masked man nodded, "I know it seems suspicious, but I have battle plans. My little brother here, Gupta, snatched them before we fled. Here." he handed the Spaniard a scroll, which he in turn took and looked over it.

"These are indeed battle plans, and it looks like the brat's handwriting." he closed the scroll and looked to the group, "Who are you?"

Abel pushed forward, "I can help sir," he pointed to the two brunettes behind the masked man, "the one in the mask is Sadiq, third in command, the taller brunette is Heracles, head of knowledge, then there's Gupta, their spy." he pointed to the other group, "the one with the long blonde hair is Feliks, he's the messenger, Toris is the brunette and he's an archer, the shortest one is Ravis, he's the apprentice of medicine, and then there's Eduard, one of the guards."

Toris walked up, "Please sir, we truly want to help, Feliks and I only stayed because if we abandoned the kingdom they would've killed Eduard and Ravis. In fact if any of us left, all of our loved ones would've been killed."

Antonio turned to Abel who nodded solemnly, "He's right, I tried to leave and they killed my sister, Bella."

Antonio thought for a moment before turning to Gilbert, "Gil?"

Gilbert was silent before turning back to the army, "Get them weapons, Feliciano and Lovino you take care of the kid, he'll be loads of help, Ludwig, you teach Feliks battle procedure, Toris, Eduard, and Sadiq you all grab weapons and join the ranks, Roderich take care of Gupta and Heracles, keep in touch with the gossip stone on any further information."

Gupta frowned and stood up, "But I want to fight!"

Gilbert ruffled the boy's hair, "I know, but you have to be here. As they always say, the pen is mightier than the sword." Gupta nodded and the groups dispersed, giving final goodbyes and the army soon set off toward the battle field.

they soon reached their destination the Red army advancing as well, Alfred, Kiku, and Ivan atop their own black horses, "So Antonio, come to fight?" Alfred sneered, a cheeky smirk on his face.

Antonio scowled, "You could give up now Alfred, you'll lose."

Alfred threw his head back in laughter, "You and your rag tag army?! Hah! don't make me laugh! What're you going to do take a nap as the scardy cat runs?" he began to laugh again as his army behind him chuckled darkly.

Gilbert grit his teeth, "Oi! Shut up you twat!" Arthur shouted, his anger getting the best of him, "Gilbert's more of a man than you'll ever will be you wanker!"

Alfred growled and glared at the Brit, "Oh right, you, tch, don't make me laugh eyebrows. You're such a fuckin' weakling."

Arthur smirked, "Say's the one who was outsmarted sooo easily, your fucking highness. I spit at the ground you tread on bastard." He spit at him, just falling short of his horses hoof.

Alfred growled, "How dare you do you not fear death?!"

Arthur chuckled, "No. And you know what?" raised his hand as a faint green mist swirled around it, "A bas la grosse tête sanglante et son chien!" There was a flash as a green light knocked Alfred off of his high fucking horse.

The white army laughed as Alfred growled, "RELEASE MICTLANTECUHTIL!" There was a loud rumbling as the ground shook, the ground splitting open as Alfred smirked in triumph, the horses reared in panic as a blinding blue light shone from the cracks, a scaly hand appearing, Arthur felt a cold sweat cover his body.

"Bloody hell."

The dragon like creature emerged, letting out a terrifying roar, Gilbert gawked at it, "VAT ZE HELL IS ZAT?!"

Alfred smirked as he laughed, "This simpletons is Mictlantecuhtil, or at least that's what the legends say. But it's only the form of him, but the soul, oh the soul. You'll be dying to hear the name of the soul trapped in that hellish body~ Oh I can just imagine your screams of anguish and hatred!~" he laughed again.

Gilbert grit his teeth, "Go on! I'd like to see you try!"

"I think you'll be affected most of all Gilbert. Reunited once more, how fucking romantic can it get?!"

Arthur's heart constricted, "Gilbert-"

"Go ahead asshole say it!"

"Mathew, fucking, Williams." there was silence as another cry erupted from the dragons throat, "HE MISSED YOU GILLY-KINS! AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!"

Gilbert sat shocked, Arthur looked to Antonio who looked back in anger, he gripped Gilbert's shoulder, "Gilbert, let's give them hell!"

Gilbert nodded, a fire rekindling in his heart, he raised his sword and cried, "A bas la grosse tête sanglante et son chien!"

"A BAS LA GROSSE TETE SANGLANTE ET SON CHIEN!"

The armies clashed, swords meeting swords, foe against foe. Arthur charged ahead, Gilbert aiming for the king as Arthur went for Kiku, and Antonio the Russian. Kiku and Arthur locked swords for a moment before Arthur slit open the belly of the horse, blood splattering his silver armor. The general fell with the horse. Arthur turned around and went for the generals head,but was blocked and his horse sent tumbling. Arthur grunted as he met the ground, his horse laying wounded, he untangled himself and clashed swords again, a cut above his eye blinding him, the Japanese general bleeding from a wound on his hand and a nick on his neck, "You fight werr."

Arthur laughed as he stabbed at the general but was blocked, "Giving complements of the field wanker?"

Kiku sneered, "I'rr admit a good fighter when I see one. You courd join us Arthur, you courd have power, just betray your friends."

Arthur growled and sliced open Kiku's cheek, "I'm not lowly scum like you! Hya!"

Kiku snickered as the battle raged on, "Rearry?! You're the one who kirred Mathew! You got your friends imprisoned!"

"I saved them!"

"Are they saved Arthur!? They're dying right here before your eyes!" Kiku shouted as the two clashed swords once more.

Arthur growled and hacked at the Asian's arm, landing a blow, having the other cry out in agony as the blade struck the bone. He pulled back his sword and pushed him down, holding him down with his foot, "Who's dying now?!"

Kiku laughed as he looked over, "Your friend Gilbert..." Arthur plunged his sword in Kiku's stomach, a gurgle of pain erupting from the Asian's throat, "Hah, hah, good ret the anger go through you Arthur." he smirked, "It's easier to contror than pity." he looked over again, a small trail of blood leaking out of his mouth, "Rook at him Arthur, his end's near."

Arthur looked over to see Gilbert and Alfred, the American ready for the killing blow. He withdrew his sword and ran over, blocking the blow and sending the American flying across the field, knocking him out. "No dying on me today Gilbert!"

Gilbert smirked and laughed, "Hell, and I thought I was a goner. Let's do this Artie!"

"Hell fucking yeah."

The battle went on until the red troops were surrounded by the white army, on their knee's and swords at their throats. Feliciano, Lukas, Emil, Ravis, and Tino tried to fix Mathew using some advanced form of magic on the beast. Arthur and Gilbert laughed as they walked, armor shed on the ground and food in their hands, "Cheers for the victors!" Gilbert shouted and there was a shout of joy.

Arthur smirked as he looked over to Mathew who was slowly shrinking to human size, "Seem's like you'll get Mathew back Gil, congrats."

Gilbert smiled fondly, "Yeah, it'll be nice to hold him again."

Arthur laughed, "Cheers to that mate!" they both laughed as they reached Kiku who was groaning in pain, blood seeping onto a bandage.

He glared at Arthur, "I'rr get you."

Arthur smirked, "Sorry, 'fraid not. You'll be in jail soon."

Kiku growled as an unknown force propelled himself upwards, a sharp pain settling in Arthur's abdomen. Arthur heard the scream come from Gilbert as he hacked off Kiku's hands and stabbed him in the chest. Arthur fell to the ground, a sword embedded in his body. Gilbert fell to the ground and held him up, "We need a healer stat! Arthur was just stabbed!"

Antonio nodded and shouted to Feliciano, who ran over quickly, muttering Latin as a faint glow of pink light shimmered under his hands. After a few seconds he looked up, panicked, "The wound's too deep, my magic can't heal him!" Feliciano quickly pressed his hands on the wound, blood flowing onto them freely, "We need bandages! And anything that'll help we're loosing him!"

Arthur coughed, a mist of blood spewing from his lips as he did so. The cries of fear and sorrow were muddled as his sense began to fade. Arthur knew death was coming, he placed a hand on Feliciano's, "Feli, it's too late..."

Feliciano began to sob as Gilbert shook him, smacking his cheek, "Oi, don't leave us okay!? Stay awake Arthur! Stay alive!"

Arthur took a shuddering breath in as he smiled sadly, "S-sorry, this is it f-for me.." he coughed again, blood dribbling down his chin, "I-It's been a good r-run wouldn't you s-say?"

Gilbert began to shake, "No you're not dying on me Arthur! I promised you'd see the end of this!"

"And I have Gilbert..." Arthur muttered weakly, his vision growing dim, "This is the end... Of the bloody war, a-and me." he coughed again, the blood speckling the Prussian's albino skin.

"Not like this! This- This wasn't supposed to happen!" Gilbert cried, shaking his friend as everyone wept in silence, "It wasn't supposed to be this way!"

Arthur panted, his breathing shallow and erratic, he wrapped his hands around Gilbert's, pressing the iron cross back into the Prussian's palm, "It's okay... I believe, this... is yours."

Gilbert shook his head and put it around Arthur's head, warm tears sliding down his face, "N-no, you're much braver than I-I am... you saved m-my ass so many times... you deserve it."

Arthur chuckled as tears slid down his own cheeks, "Thank you... Gilbert... I'm honored..." he coughed again, "T-Take care of Mathew a-and everyone..." he gasped in a breath, his time running short, "I-I'm sorry... I'm leaving you..." he took in a his last breath, "Goodbye..." a soft sigh went through his parted lips as lifeless emerald eyes stared at the gray sky.

Gilbert let out a cry of pain, his head bent to the sky, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Everyone was swept away by emotion as the Prussian released his anguished cry, Antonio closing the Brit's eyes, the world quickly slipping away like sand. And yet, in Arthur's last fleeting seconds of consciousness, he could hear the voice, the voice that had been with him since day one, saying, 'Arthur, Arthur, come to me.'

XXX

Arthur opened his eyes, taking in a large gulp of air, looking around the white room, a mask on his face and weird instruments of the medical field surrounding him, tubes shoved in his arms, 'WHERE THE HELL AM I!?'

A door swung open and a swarm of people rushed in and a nurse with blonde hair gripped his hand, muttering calming words to him as the doctors checked him. He recognized that face, but it couldn't be her... Could it?

"Jeanne what are his levels?" the head doctor, Arthur presumed, asked.

"Stable sir, he's back wiz us, fully conscious."

"Right get Mr. Kirkland the proper treatment needed."

"Yes sir, and what of his husband?"

"Send him in too." Jeanne nodded as the room emptied, save for him and Jeanne. She smiled kindly as she removed the mask, "You gave us quite the scare Arthur."

Arthur blinked a couple times, "Where am I? Where's Antonio and Gilbert- and and why are you here?!"

She rested a hand on his shoulder, "Arzur please calm down, your lover will explain zis now, please keep your wits about you, s'il vous plait."

"Lover?-"

The door opened, showing Francis. Wait Francis?! What was he doing here?! The Frenchman threw himself over Arthur, sobbing freely into the Brit's neck, "Oh Athur you're awake! You're finally awake!" he pressed a kiss to the Brit's chapped lips, tears coasting down his face in joy.

Arthur was shocked until the familiarity came back, the smell, the warm, the feelings. Yes this was his Francis, and their children, Mathew and Alfred, then their boyfriends, Gilbert and Ivan... it was all coming back. He wrapped his arms around his lovers neck, "I'm awake Francis..."

Francis laughed as he kissed his silly Brit, petting his messy hair, "I've missed you so much!"

Arthur smiled, "What exactly happened?"

Francis let out a shaky sigh, "You and I were in a car crash, and you were knocked into a coma for three years."

Arthur's eyes went wide, "T-three years...?"

Francis nodded, "Oui, and everday after work, me, Mathew, and Alfred would visit you, sometimes the others would, all of your co-workers visited as well. Kiku though... he wanted me to pull the plug on you... said it was draining our money..."

Arthur smiled softly as he squeezed his husbands hand, "I'm glad you didn't you hopeless frog."

Francis laughed, "Oui, Mon Cher it's so nice to hear your voice again."

Arthur smiled, "Well you're going to hear it for a while, because I have the biggest story to tell you."

Francis laughed, "Oh you always do my writer. Come let's get you out of this hospital."

Arthur smiled as he kissed his husband, "That sounds... Nice."

THE END

A/N: Omg you guys, this is the end. Thanks for all the support you've given me, it really means a lot. I hope you've enjoyed 'Wonderland' This is my most successful fanfics that's my own idea so far and I'm really happy about it and how it turned out. So yeah, I love you guys and I'll see you when I post another story. 3 -British Gentleman :3

Translations-

French-

Oui- yes

mon cher- my dear

s'il vous plait- please

BAS LA GROSSE TETE SANGLANTE ET SON CHIEN- Off with the bloody big head and his dog