I love you guys and I'm sorry if the last chapter upset you, but I'm an author and as I've said before: Life does not equal happiness 100% of the time. Drama and pain are bound to happen, including a man making a very hard decision about his lover ...

Anyways, I'm glad to see such a wonderful feedback on 'Mine'! I'm currently writing another 2p story that Hana and Dogsrule seem to think is pretty good, so hopefully I can finish it soon and start uploading ^_^ it will have all the 2p axis and allies, as well as Spain, Prussia and Greece~ I'm having so much fun mixing 1p and 2p in the same world XD

Oh! This is kind of important! I've finally started working on the GerIta Kismet line again, but I'm at a loss for titles of the story. If you have an idea for what it could be, let me know! I'll have someone judge them or put them in a poll and let you guys vote or something~

Summary-ish thing: Ludwig has a huge misunderstanding. Now he has to travel across the world to make it right.

Kismet

Chapter Forty-Eight: The End of Their Misery

Antonio's heart was ice cold as he made his way to his temporary home. Gilbert was behind him and was going to take the twins on a small walk. The Sverran king loved his Lovino more than anything in the world, but … this was something he had to do in order to save him. He'd want Lovino to do the same for him. Even if he did wake, who knew when that would be, he'd probably be weak from malnourishment and wouldn't be able to do anything for himself. Lovino would be miserable.

He'd miss him. He'd miss him so much and probably be miserable himself until Tristán took the throne. Then he'd join his husband in the afterlife.

His pace slowed. The more he thought about his many years with Lovino. Those smiles, his hugs … those nights where they just cuddled … staring into each other's eyes … those beautiful hazel eyes that were sometimes green and sometimes brown, or sometimes the mostly gorgeous mixture of the two. He'd miss everything so much.

Tears spilled down his cheeks and he took a deep breath he was there. The flaps to the tent rustled softly with the cool breeze and he closed his eyes. Gilbert was behind him knowingly wanting him to stop what he was doing.

"Just … bring the kids out here … I don't want to look at him … before …" the knight trailed off. Antonio nodded and slowly grabbed the opening. He was probably just going to suffocate him … just so that nothing marred his beautiful skin and he would look like was sleeping soundly.

He stepped inside and walked to the crib … but the twins weren't there. His heart began speeding up. They were there a little bit ago and there are guards to make sure they don't leave with anyone that isn't him. Where had they been taken?

Antonio reached into the bed and pulled out Romana's favorite toy.

"You have a lot of nerve leaving them unattended like that." Antonio's blood ran cold and he slowly turned to see the twins sleeping soundly against Lovino. Hazel eyes watched him.

"L-Lovino …" tears spilled faster than they had in a long time.

The queen glared and ran his hand over Tristán's hair, "Seriously, why would you just let them sit there all bored and alone. What if someone had come in and taken them? Bastard, I'm going to fucking kill you if you ever abandon them like that ag-" he was suddenly cut off when Antonio wrapped his arms tightly around him and began sobbing. Lovino blushed, "What the hell, bastard?"

"I'm so sorry … I'm so sorry … oh Lovino …" Antonio pressed kisses to his chapped lips and his cheeks and his forehead and everywhere else he could reach with his lips.

"Sorry for what? Gah! Get off of me!" Lovino pushed against him and managed to get free from his husband's grasp.

Antonio sat back and stared at Lovino's face, causing Lovino's face to go red. "What?"

"I missed you so much …"

Lovino raised his brow, "I was asleep …"

"For four months, love …" Lovino's eyes widened.

"F-four months? But I was just … I mean …" he looked down at the babies, "I … missed a lot?"

Antonio leaned forward and captured his husband's lips, "I'd just about given up on you waking up … god that was a terrible idea …"

The queen glared and picked up the newly awoken Romana and held her close, "Mama's here, don't worry …" Antonio quickly grabbed some water and handed it to Lovino, whom drank it down quickly, "Thanks."

The king nodded and smiled happily.

"Toni, where are the kids?" Gilbert walked in and his eyes widened, "Ha! I fucking told you man! You didn't fucking believe me. No one ever believes the awesome me. Lovino, you must be starved, I'm going to get you some lunch. Congratulations on waking up." Gilbert left.

"Who was that and what did he tell you?" Lovino glared lightly.

Antonio smiled, "That was Gilbert, my old friend. He came by yesterday and it doesn't matter because you're awake, you're up and you're in my arms again~" he wrapped them around Lovino and Romana, causing the baby to wiggle. He released his grasp as Gilbert came back with some food, which Lovino immediately began wolfing down.

"You're going to get a stomach ache, Lovi~!"

"Shut the fuck up, bastard … I haven't eaten in four months … wait," he lowered his plate down, "how the fuck did you keep me alive without eating for four whole months?"

Antonio smiled, "An Illonian medic came up with a way to sort of get some kinds of food into your system, allowing you to keep going …"

Lovino shrugged, not really listening. He continued to shovel food into his mouth quickly, until the plate was cleaned and his belly was full. Lovino leaned back against his pillow and yawned, sleepily. Gilbert left and Antonio fed the twins, watched carefully by the over protective mama. The queen couldn't help but feel a little sad. He noticed that they were actually a bit bigger, now that he looked. And Romana was speaking more … just what had he missed in those four months.

After they were laid down for a nap, Antonio curled up to his Lovino for a long overdue cuddle. Tears were once again flowing down Antonio's face, "God … I missed you so much … I thought you'd never wake up …"

The queen rolled his eyes and held Antonio back. All of his muscles were sore and it had been hell enough getting up earlier to stumble to the babies' bed to slowly pull them out. One at a time he plopped them on the floor and then moved them to the bed where he collapsed and let them come to him. Not long after, they fell asleep and Antonio came in.

His legs wouldn't work for him properly and his arms also hurt to move. His back ached from laying in one position for such a long time and he felt gross and his hair felt gross and his skin felt gross, but there was no way he was going back to that stream. Not without Antonio anyway.

Memories had come back. Protecting the babies from that demonic creature … getting bitten … Antonio popping out at the last minute to save them.

He shook away the memories and smiled softly at Antonio, wrapping his arms tightly around him. Their lips met and Antonio sighed happily, "I'm so sorry … it's all my fault … if I hadn't said such awful things, you would have never left … I feel just awful about that."

"You're a bastard, but I'm just glad to be awake …" Lovino yawned.

"I'm still sorry, though, and you've been asleep for four months, how are you still sleepy?" Antonio smiled, rubbing Lovino's back. The queen moaned softly into the touch since his back hurt so much. His husband continued rubbing all of his achy, unused muscles and Lovino eventually fell asleep.

The next day, while every one was rejoicing the queen's awakening, Lovino began his month long therapy to strengthen the muscles in his legs so that his didn't have to practically crawl all the way to his babies. Antonio rarely let Lovino out of his sight and even accompanied his family to the spring. And even though there were no more naga sightings anywhere in the area, he wasn't taking any more chances, lest his husband end up in another four month long coma or worse.

Lovino sighed over his work. Antonio had taken the children on a walk and Ariana made sure to follow closely, as Lovino hoped she had done while he had been out.

A growl escaped his lips and he pushed his crown up to rub his forehead of the sweat. Despite the cool November air, it was rather hot in the tent. Especially since he was caught up working on so much back work. Antonio hadn't done much of it, so it was kind of a pain to have to play catch up, when he'd rather be with the babies.

He was getting flustered with his current paper and stood up, slamming his fist down on the table, accidentally knocking over his ink well, "Damnit!" he growled, cleaning it up.

Lovino silently wished Antonio would be back sooner with the babies. He pulled the pages together and sighed, trying to find the one he felt was easier to start with. When he found it, he smiled.

Once it was finished, he took a small break and thought over something Antonio had mentioned. They were all going to be going home within the week. The country was starting to gain money again since Illonia was giving up land.

He was looking forward to finally be back in his own bed, safe and sound, his children far away from naga and dragons. Even the Illonian refugees would be able to go back soon. Reports were constantly coming in that most of Illonia was cleared out already, but he couldn't help but feel a pang. Elizaveta … Roderich … Feliciano … none of them had shown up. No one from his old village had shown up … he even received a message from one of the groups looking for survivors. They finally found the village … but they didn't find anyone there. Homes, including Roderich's were destroyed, and a large dead dragon was found rotting in the streets.

Lovino felt like crying at the thought of never seeing his brother again. Another message had come for him, telling him an update on Tessa and Femke. Femke was married now, though they were holding off on having children for a short while. Tessa expressed how much she missed the twins and her little boy. Apparently Antonio also hadn't told anyone that he had been comatose for four months.

It's not that it annoyed him that no one knew, he'd rather have not worried anyone anyway, but every time Lovino brought it up, Antonio refused to talk about it or would look incredibly guilty about something. Lovino brushed it off.

He sighed and pushed himself back up to look over the paper work. A few more reports, a few more messages. Nothing truly important really. Francis was coming by for a final visit before his country sunk itself further into the war.

It was also to reunite the 'bad touch trio' as they called themselves. Antonio, Francis and Gilbert. Usually, just Antonio was enough to drive Lovino mad. Then you add Francis and things became unbearable. Antonio and Gilbert was another crazy mix. The two would go get drunk and Antonio would stumble in talking about the good old days when he was nine and the three of them were all happy and content exploring caves and what not.

He wondered if all three of them were going to run off and drink and have fun, while Lovino was left with Jay and his own twins. It did not sound fun, especially since Tristán seemed to not get along with anyone but his sister. Romana seemed more laid back than her brother, not really caring about what was going on.

He smiled at the thought of his children and regretfully went back to his paperwork. Why hadn't he just kept the kids instead of letting Antonio run off with them? He hated that potato freak and didn't want him to rot his children's minds with his foul talk about everything he talked about, though he had to admit, he preferred him to Francis.

Another annoyed sigh escaped Lovino's lips and he stood back up to grab something for his next assignment.

His mind couldn't help but wander to Antonio. He wondered how the twins were doing and if they missed their mama as much as he missed them. A small smile graced his lips and he put the quill to the paper and finished it within the hour.

Another message caught his attention. Why hadn't he noticed this before.

He looked it over, but it was written in some crude Sverran, as if the writer knew very little about writing it.

Lovino growled and filled in the blanks for the jerk.

Whomever receives this,

I've found a few Illonians wishing for sanctuary from naga. We are on our way, however a sudden ice storm has delayed us.

Ludwig.

Who the hell was Ludwig? Lovino sighed and saw the thing was dated to a week or so prior. Maybe he'd write the person back, but chances are, they'd be in the camp already, storm or no storm.

He sighed for the millionth time and tossed it to the side and grabbed another paper. Lovino felt pretty good about narrowing the workload down.

His hands ran over the lettering as he read them and confirmed that the next shipment of food would be there on time and wrote down the message to give to Antonio before cracking his knuckles. Almost done.

The quill was re dipped and he made sure to write down a few more notes before shifting his weight and reaching across the small desk to grab a fresh piece of paper to write on.

The tent opened behind him and he growled. As much as he wanted Antonio to be back with the kids, he couldn't be back until dinnertime at least. He was really getting annoyed with Gilbert always barging in, making some of the Illonian villagers think it was okay. Lovino blushed, remembering being caught in a very compromising situation just the other day. He and Antonio were finally going to bed for the first time in months and Lovino's recovery, but a random Illonian man with a complaint walked right in and started talking about his issues.

Not only had Lovino been completely embarrassed and turned off, but the man had woken the babies and caused a lot of trouble for Lovino all night.

He clutched the pages tightly and turned with the darkest glare he could muster.

"Mama~!" Tristán shouted happily. However, it wasn't Antonio holding him. Hazel met liquid gold and the pages were scattered to the floor and his heart sped up and tears began welling up.

"Ve~?"

TBC

~Lady Pyrien