Obligatory epilogue because we still got loose ends! Never fear though. All will be answered.

It's kinda sad. This is the end (THE FINAL END). What will I write now? What am I to do with my life when I'm not writing about homosexual countries? The answer, my dear readers, is to write more about homosexual countries. That's right! Look for my newest fanfics up right now. Don't wait! And don't you know it, there's a good chance I'll right another one with my favorite Italy brothers (because that's all I do with my life)

I'm going to warn you far in advance, I might even do a Frozen Italy bros one. You never know

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Romano stood in front of the mirror, sizing himself up. He was clothed in the finest the castle could offer: a green tailcoat, tan breeches, black boots that came up to his knees, and the crown he was supposed to wear at his recognition ceremony.

"Just like the naming ceremony we were supposed to do when you were born!" King Romulus had boomed. Romano frowned as the crown slipped down his head a little, covering one eye.

Someone behind him giggled, and Romano looked in the mirror just in time to see Feliciano fix the crown himself. "You look amazing, fratello"

Ever since Feliciano had found out about Romano's true identity, he had called him brother nonstop in their native language. It was annoying, sure, but it made Romano's heart swell to be constantly reminded he had a family. "Thanks" Romano replied gruffly. His reflection, ever the distrustful bastard, revealed a small smile on his face.

Arms snuck around his shoulders and Feliciano pulled him into a tight hug. "You're going to make the best prince ever"

Romano rolled his eyes. "I better be, after all it took to get here"

A lot had changed since Ludwig and Antonio had both broken down the doors to the castle to find the new brothers stranded on the tallest tower, numb and in shock over what had just happened. King Romulus had once again reigned in the crowds, directly the them safely to their homes. That night there were intense debates among the court, as whether or not Feliciano and Romano were to be tried for murder, and who was the real ruler now the queen was gone.

Arthur had stood up then, giving a first hand account of what the queen had said; that Romano was a long lost prince, and that she was a true traitor to her people. His vote was to reinstate King Romulus as the true leader. Voices came from all over the room in agreement. By the next dawn, Romulus had pardoned his sons and allowed them back into the castle for some much needed rest.

Feliciano straightened up when a knock sounded at the door. Both brothers looked to see Antonio standing there, with a smile on his face. "You know," he said. "Wearing the crown before you're a recognized prince is actually considered treason..."

"Wouldn't you know it" Romano shot back.

Feliciano watched the two like they were playing an intense tennis match."I've got to go find Ludwig. He's my escort" He said quickly before dashing off, leaving them alone.

"Are you ready to go, mi amor?"

Romano grimaced, trying to force the butterflies down. "I'm so going to fall flat on my face or something"

Antonio laughed, wrapping Romano in his second hug of the day. "Of course not! I'd never let you fall"

"And the people!" Romano continued, as if he never heard him. "You invited everyone I told you to, right?"

"They're all there and waiting"

"Hmph. Well, we better get a move on." Romano went to move past the door, but Antonio caught his hand. "Let me go, idiot. Like you said, people are waiting"

But Antonio was staring at the ring on his finger. Romano stopped struggling, choosing instead to watch him. The scene, he realized with start, was just like when he was jailed and Antonio came to rescue him. The imbecile better not go and get himself knocked out this time.

"My offer still stands, you know" Antonio said suddenly.

Romano raised an eyebrow. "Offer?"

"Of marriage. I think our two kingdoms would- I think you would- I mean, we would-" Antonio kept stuttering before he gave up with a drop of his head. "The point is, Lovino, I love you, and I still want to marry you"

"Oh" Romano's face was heating steadily. He couldn't think when Antonio was looking at him so seriously. Finally, he stampered out his answer. "Of course! Your offer had better still be on or I'd never talk to you again."

"Oh!" Antonio exclaimed, as if he expected Romano to of said no. "Well in that case… te quiero"

Standing on his tiptoes, Romano pulled him down into a quick kiss. "I love you too, you dippy idiot"

[=]

Feliciano found Ludwig in the entrance hall, speaking to someone he didn't recognize. The man was dressed head to toe in knightly armor, with only bits of stark white hair visible from the helmet. Ludwig stopped talking when he approached.

"Who's this?" The knight asked, gesturing to Feliciano.

"I am Prince Feliciano Veneziano Vargas, crown prince of the Kingdom of Italy and lover of pasta and kittens" Feliciano proudly said, introducing himself.

The man burst into laughter, doubling over uncomfortably in all his armor. "You're Feliciano? Well by god, I should have known! West said you were the cutest person in the castle!"

Feliciano looked at Ludwig, confused. "You told him I was the cutest in the castle?"

Ludwig's face was impossibly red. "Um-"

"My name is Gilbert Beilschmidt, Ludwig's big brother." The knight interrupted, saving Ludwig from explaining. "I'm also a full fledged knight of the German Division of Protection.

Gilbert removed his helmet, and Feliciano got his first decent look at him. He was tall and skinny, with a crooked nose from one too many fights. He had stark white hair, beady red eyes, and a mischievous smile. In other words, the exact opposite of Ludwig.

"We're actually adopted brothers" Ludwig said, sensing Feliciano's confusion. "Gilbert joined my little family when he fell into some trouble. My mother thought he deserved a good home, and in turn he promised to watch out for me. He's how I got the job as your tutor, you know"

"Wow!" Feliciano gushed. "It's because of you I met Ludwig. That's so amazing"

"It was my pleasure" Gilbert boasted. "Anything for West."

Ludwig began to look uncomfortable again. "So, Gilbert, why are you here?" He asked, changing the subject.

"An old friend actually tracked me down, said it was very important that I come straight away." Gilbert looked around. "You haven't seen Francis around, have you?"

"I haven't seen him in a while." Feliciano said thoughtfully. "Ever since Romano's execution actually..."

"Who's execution?"

"My brother's." Feliciano said brightly. "But he's okay now"

Gilbert's face was scrunched up in confusion. "Long story" Ludwig said.

"Anyway, you should probably check upstairs. You better hurry though, because it's actually Romano's recognition ceremony in just a bit."

Gilbert nodded, before heading off. Feliciano and Ludwig watched him go.

"You never told me you had a brother" Feliciano said, leaning his head on Ludwig's shoulder.

"You never asked."

Feliciano twisted around to face Ludwig, placing his small hands on his shoulders. "I just realized I don't know anything about your past and I'm your best friend! Your now lover!" Ludwig's face colored at that. "I want to know all about you. We should have a slumber party and talk a lot, because communication is good for a healthy relationship."

"Um-"

"My room, after the ceremony. I'll bring the sweets."

Ludwig found himself unable to reply as Feliciano turned around and began toward the throne room, leaving no room for argument.

[=]

Stumbling through unfamiliar castles in a full body suit of armor did little for Gilbert's sense of direction. He highly doubted Francis was just going to materialize out of the wallpaper.

Oddly enough, Francis did appear, rounding the corner so fast it seemed like he appeared from thin air. "Ah, Gilbert!" He exclaimed, stopping just short of running headlong into his friend. "Right on time!"

"You said there was a threat to the royal family" Gilbert said sternly. "As far as I can see, everyone is fine"

Francis waved his hands in a dismissive gesture. "Mon cher, there was a threat. But it's come to pass. The important thing now is you be present for the introduction of the newest Vargas prince and subsequently, your best friend's fiance."

Gilbert raised an eyebrow. "Best friend? The closest I have to that is Elizaveta and the last time I saw her, she tried to take off my head." There was a beat before realization struck. "Wait a second. You don't mean-"

"Francis!" A voice called from the end of the hall. The smirk Francis sent Gilbert's way was enough to start a fight.

"I don't want to speak to him" Gilbert growled. "I have nothing to say to that bumbling idiot"

"Gilbert, do you realize how long I've worked to track you down and arrange this meeting? You will speak to him or I will kill you"

"He doesn't want to speak to me! I can't believe you made me do this-"

Footsteps cut him off as Antonio arrived, pulling along a boy who looked a lot like Feliciano. Gilbert turned away, his fists iching for a fist fight. That manipulative French snake, putting him in this position.

Living alone with the burden of his failure and then the loss of his only two friends was torture. Becoming a knight was great, with the amount of fighting and the admiration he received. But there was always something missing. He was lonely, all those years off fighting for some cause or another. Thoughts of returning to make amends were common, but he never had to balls to actually do it.

But now he had no choice.

Antonio, who had seemed to only notice Francis at the moment, was talking amiably. "We only have so long before we've got to be down there. What did you say we had to talk about?"

"I know this seems sudden" Francis said. "I mean, if you count five years as sudden. But, Antonie, say hello to Gilbert."

Antonio looked up, confused, to see his old friend standing there, fists clenched and a scowl on his face. "Gil…?"

"Look" Gilbert snapped. "I came here because I heard someone was in danger. And since that was a bold faced lie, I've got a life to get back to" Gilbert turned on his heels and started away, intent on taking the first horse away from the overbearing tension in the room.

"Wait!"

Gilbert didn't turn around.

"Gil, I'm sorry."

Despite everything, Gilbert froze, his feet planted still on their own accord.

"You were right," Antonio continued. "I needed to learn those things. I was being immature. And I should have realized why you were so upset. I just want to you to know, I finally got what you meant. About someone getting hurt because I wasn't strong enough. I understand now, so please don't leave"

Gilbert took a quick look at Francis. He sent a quick glare as if to say, apologize back, you dick.

He slowly turned back around, finding himself looking at a hopefully Antonio, whose arms were outstretched like he wanted a hug. "Damnit. I ain't going to run crying into your arms, so stop looking so expectant. This, uh, wasn't just your fault. I was being kind of an ass. I just thought you would listen! But you didn't and- I'm… I'm, ugh jeez, I'm sorry too."

Francis began to slow clap, witnessing the one and only time Gilbert ever came close to apologizing. "C'es tres beau. Come on, hug it out."

"No" Gilbert said, but didn't have enough time to avoid Antonio catching him around the waist in a man-hug. "Holy fuck! Can't breath, can't breath-"

"Lo siento." Antonio apologized, putting him back on his feet. "I'm just so happy. I missed you! We can't be the trouble makers we used to be with just Francis and me. We needed you"

"Yeah yeah" Gilbert said. He shook off all the unfamiliar awkwardness and slapped Antonio on the back. "'Course you missed me. I'm awesome!"

"Oh! You haven't met Lovino. Lovino, Gilbert. Gilbert, Lovino."

The short brunette came a step closer from where he was standing, watching wearily from the sidelines. "It's Romano to you"

"So your the one getting crowned, and the one who got executed" Gilbert said, freeing himself from Antonio. "Damn, small world."

Francis hummed. "Almost executed! Otherwise he'd be dead. Now hurry up, we got to get going before little Romano here misses everything. Out the door everyone!"

One by one they filed out into the throne room.

Antonio and Francis took their seats in the front row, and Gilbert sat next to Ludwig. Romano tried not to look so nervous as he surpassed them all to get to raised platform, where a priest stood, his soon to be crown in his hand.

Feliciano motioned for him to bow. Romano did. A prayer was whispered in Italian, ending as fast as it started. When he stood, the priest took his hand and raised it, gesturing to the crowd. "I present, the eldest Prince to the Kingdom of Italy- Prince Lovino!"

Cheers went up all around him. Romano drunk in the familiar faced in the crowd. The was Bella waving at him with her two brothers by her side. She looked much happier, because apparently Madame Albetta left town after news of the Queen's death spread, leaving the dress shop to hardest worker. Arthur too, was there. Despite the protests from both princes, King Romulus gave him another chance to do his job right.

There was Francis, Gilbert, Antonio, Ludwig… Romano hated to admit it, but he owed him so much.

Feliciano came to stand next to him, smiling and waving too. As Romano stood there, facing the crowd, he realized that he couldn't be happier.

THE END (T-T)