A/N final chapter folks! Thanks for sticking with the story and reading this far!

3 Years Later:

Ring! Ring!

Germany glanced at the phone and contemplated on whether or not to answer but then decided not to. He had a meeting with his new boss and was eager to threaten to beat his face in if he even got a hint that he was anything like his former Fuhrer.

I'm never going to trust a leader again, he vowed, then he exited his room, allowing the phone to ring. His heart sunk every time he exited his room and passed the room of Aviel and Prussia. The house felt empty without either of them. He was aware that Prussia was okay though Russia wasn't exactly treating him well but he could honestly care less. And Aviel...

He took a deep breath as his heart clenched up and tears threatened to come once more. He had attempted to move on but it was impossible. None of the Jews from the synagogue had returned as they had either been killed and the few survivors had been unwilling to stay and had instead decided to move to a new country in the Middle East that was forming for the Jews. Germany could completely understand why they didn't want to see around.

He and Italy had spoken a few times since the war had ended but not much, Japan was still recovering from the atomic attack, and America had been a very good friend to him even though even the American nation couldn't find a way to make the German nation smile.

Germany was about to exit the house when suddenly his eyes flickered upwards and he gasped as they met something gold.

Standing at the foot of the stairs, clad in what appeared to be a green uniform with a blue and white flag pinned to his shirt, his curly black hair covered by a red beret and his golden eyes looking up at the German nation widely.

No, that cant be, thought Germany, his breath hitching. For a minute neither nation moved until Germany gingerly reached out to touch the boy's hair.

It was real, not an allusion.

Germany fell to his knees weeping but not with sadness, with happiness. The other nation didn't move but looked down at him.

"Aviel...Aviel..." sobbed Germany happily, he looked up at Israel and asked, "h-how?"

Aviel bit his lip and hung his head saying, "I found out who my Father was."

He looked piously upwards and Germany looked up. It took him a minute to understand before his eyes widened with realization and he let out a gasp.

"Dear Lord..." he muttered.

"Exactly," said the boy, "I guess there is a reason I'm called the holy land."

"Y-you know, Aviel..." chuckled Germany, "as a Christian I was under the impression that there was only one son of God..."

Aviel laughed darkly and then said, " I guess so...so all the other Israels that came before me, the one from Egypt, the one that fought Rome, Jacob, they weren't really different, I just didn't remember being them. History hasn't been very kind to my people and I've lived and died a lot but fortunately my Father kept making sure that I never died for real."

"A Prince like no other..." muttered Germany, "the son of the King of Kings.

Israel nodded and said, "I...I cant move back, I have a new home, America is going to watch over me for a little while and then I'm going to be independent, and going to watch over my own people I...have neighbor troubles but I should be fine..."

"You will be..." said Germany tearfully, "I...I could still get you that bike, even if I'm not your father..."

"I don't have that much time to stay around, I just wanted to say hello and to make sure you knew..." muttered Aviel and after a brief pause he fell to his knees beside his father and pulled him into a hug.

"And Father or no, you're still my Papa," he said. Germany choked and yanked the boy into a hug, kissing his forehead. Aviel and he embraced before Israel said he absolutely had to leave to go watch over his people.

"But I'll be back," the boy said, "I'll visit as much as I can, I promise!"

"I believe you, and you're welcome whenever you like, son," vowed Germany, smiling for the first time in over two years and wiping tears from his eyes, "I-I swear to watch over you even if you don't live with me anymore,"

Germany patted the boy proudly on the shoulder and hugging him promised, "I'll be here for you, son."

THE END

A/N

"Then you shall say to Pharaoh, 'thus saith the Lord: Israel is My first-born son.'" (Exodus 4:22)

The name 'Aviel' in Hebrew means 'God is my Father.'

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