This is the last chapter of this fan fiction (besides the epilogue). Thank you, all of you, for following this process with me. I love each and every one of you, and I hope that you all know how amazing you are. :) Thank you for your time, and I hope that you all enjoyed it.

No shootouts this time, sorry guys. I did read all of your reviews, and I'm so glad that each and every one of you responded to my rant or noticed my City of Bones reference or pointed out a timing issue or complimented my writing. I'm really touched that everyone cares enough to comment and review, because those mean worlds to me. So thank you.

Without further ado, I present to you 'A Wonderful Finale.'

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hetalia franchise.

Ein Wunderbares Finale

"You're just another story I can't tell anymore."

―Unknown Author, I Wrote This For You

Gilbert wasn't completely aware of what he was thinking. His eyes were focused on the one thing, the one thing that was trying to take Elizaveta away from him. It was an overreaction, but so much else had been lost in his life that he'd once thought he would get to keep forever, that the term 'overreaction' was a misplaced one.

A furious, animalistic snarl rang throughout the hallway, making the other poor Omega students freeze, and their Alpha counterparts look about for the source of the noise. Those who had mates protectively angled themselves in front of them. Antonio even went so far as to back Lovino against a locker and before standing before him, no doubt because Lovi was pregnant.

Eliza could recognize her Alpha's growl immediately, and she automatically shrank back into her locker, her instincts screaming at her to keep herself safe until her Alpha could find her. Her arms wound around her waist, body caving over, eyes beginning to flicker nervously about.

Roderich was confused. He had heard the growl, yes, but he wasn't entirely aware of why Elizaveta was reacting in such a way. Casting his dark eyes about the hallway, they landed quickly on the furious Prussian stalking towards him. He saw the fisted hands, the danger flashing in those hellfire eyes. Gilbert was only ever truly angry when he got quiet. It was a deadly thing, and Roderich was soon to become well aware of it.

Gilbert slammed against him with all the force of a tornado. There was simply no avoiding it. Gilbert's hands fisted in Roderich's crisp silver button-down, striking him back into the lockers across the hall from where Eliza was crouching. A low rumble was humming perpetually from his throat. He was completely out of his mind, his only instinct to let Roderich know that Elizaveta was his.

"You stay away from her," he said, his voice even more gravelly and guttural than what it normally was. His entire body was tensed, and he was completely unaware of the stares that the spectacle was retrieving throughout the hallway. Those stares were mainly from Betas and perhaps younger Alphas. The elder ones, and Omegas, knew better than to watch an Alpha being dominant. Because the Omegas were used to being subordinate, and the Alphas had generally gone through the same ordeal at one point or another.

Gilbert's stance was wide, speaking of dominance. His hands were wrapped in Roderich's shirt, face straight and smooth though his eyes spoke volumes. Roderich found that he was unable to meet and hold Gilbert's gaze, so though it disgusted him, he determined to look over Gil's right shoulder, clearing his throat nervously and attempting to touch the floor with his feet, but finding that it was nowhere within comfortable reach. That was an unsteadying piece of information.

"Oi, listen to me, Arschloch, she's mine, understood? Not yours, mine. And she will stay that way, so find yourself another Omega to prey on," another warning growl was given before he felt Eliza's steady hands on his shoulders. Her scent wrapped around him, forcing him to calm down. Her nose was pressed between his shoulder blades, her smaller body molding itself to his back.

It did the trick. Gilbert let Roderich slide to the floor before grabbing Eliza's wrist and yanking her out of the building. He was intent on finding a secluded, quiet place.

By the time they found out, Eliza was thoroughly done with the possessive Alpha who was still aggressively holding on to her wrist. Yanking it from his hand, she rubbed the skin there and glared at Gilbert.

"Are you done? You claimed your territory, now calm down!" Her tone was exasperated and she crossed her arms huffily, green eyes glowering irritatedly at the Prussian.

But Gilbert wasn't done with his rampage. Paying no heed to her words, he backed her against the brick wall of the school's exterior, his hands caging her effectively. Within seconds, his head was dipped to where his mark was, teeth beginning to work at it in as pleasant a manner as was possible. Eliza thought nothing of the scenario, other than how silly Gilbert was for trying to use sex to get out of trouble, when she suddenly felt his teeth piercing her skin. Her eyes, which had previously slid shut with pleasure, flew open, the abruptness of horror sinking into her pupils.

"Gilbert!" she gasped out, struggling to shove him away from her, but he was an Alpha and she was an Omega, and there are certain physical attributes that Alphas have and Omegas tend to lack in. Upper body strength was one of those, and besides, Gilbert was on a mission.

His teeth kept boring into her neck until he stopped, pulling away from her and gazing with a hooded domination at the newly bleeding mark.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why, why would you do this?" screamed Eliza then, still angry but now desperate for answers. The palm of her right hand slapped over the mark, covering the bleeding bite from Gilbert's eyes. She was shaking with her rage, her own eyes demanding to hold Gilbert's gaze. Luckily for her, the Alpha was more than willing to oblige, and they got into a silent stare-off. For an Omega, Eliza was holding her own amazingly well.

"Because you are my Omega, and I won't have you flirting with anyone else but me," said Gil self-righteously, having not yet realized the wrong he had committed.

"Oh, and you are allowed to do that?" snapped Eliza in response, taking a threatening step forward. It was a tiny one, but the power and force she'd placed in it had Gilbert beginning to rethink his actions.

It wasn't entirely out of place for him to do it. His father had re-marked his mother almost immediately after the first one, or at least that was what he'd been told. It wasn't outlandish, just a normal thing that was bound to happen.

Apparently Eliza didn't share that philosophy, as she was still covering this newest of bites with her hand. She wouldn't be able to approach any Alpha or male Beta other than Gilbert now. Some unnatural field of repellence would inevitably drive them away from her. Eliza wasn't exactly sure as to the scientific back-story of it, but what mattered was that she would be unable to talk to anyone but Omegas, female Betas, Gilbert, and her parents. She would have to yell to carry a conversation with any people that might hold a romantic interest in her.

"Yes, I am," said Gilbert, though a good deal less sure than he had been previously.

"Do you know how frustrating it is to see you speaking with other Omegas?" snapped Elizaveta then, a note of tragedy hanging in her voice. She was on the verge of frustrated tears. "I can't do anything about that, though, can I!" she threw her hands into the air, abandoning her mark for the sake of making a statement. "I have to see Omegas and Betas and even Alphas eye you in the hallway, and I can't mark you or claim you because that's not 'right,'" quotation marks were used here. "Omegas get jealous too, you know."

Gilbert's eyes widened, this idea hitting him suddenly. "They do?"

Elizaveta's jaw dropped and she worked it for a moment, stunned into a silence. "Y-You didn't know that?"

"Nein. How was I supposed to know that? The awesome me was never taught anything of that. Omegas are not jealous." He shrugged, as if that was fact.

Elizaveta sighed, though she was now disgustingly amused. She hated to be amused with him when she should be pissed off. But did he really know any better?

Shaking her head, she crunched her neck to try and get a look at the second bite that had just been gifted her.

"You're taking me to the restroom, because I need to clean this off. I don't think my teachers are going to want me to bleed to death in their classes."

Gilbert scoffed. "Bitte, that's unlikely to happen," but regardless, he took her back into the school, shielding her from curious Omega eyes and intrigued Alpha ones. They could smell something different with her scent now, an extra layer of Gilbert covering the earlier one. Most Alphas knew exactly what had happened, because although Eliza was unhappy about the second marking, it was common.

Gilbert was waiting for Eliza outside of the Omega restroom, peering out at the people scuttling past. His eyes locked on a certain Englishman in that moment, noting the extra swagger that Arthur seemed to be holding as he maneuvered expertly down the buzzing hallway.

Gilbert took a subtle scent of the air, but found nothing off about Arthur's scent. It was still that gross mixture of some nasty form of tea, soap, and leather.

Arthur's green eyes snagged on Gilbert at that moment, and the English Alpha changed his course, stopping just in front of his Prussian counterpart.

"Good afternoon, Gilbert," he said, eyes studying the other with a sharp awareness.

It made Gilbert uncomfortable. "Gutenabend, Arthur," he said, determined to not be cowed by the Englishman's keen eyes. "What has you in such a mood?"

"Aw, Alfred of course. Unlike some, my Omega knows his place." It was a barbed comment, and one that had Gilbert bristling.

"Well, I suppose that he would need to make up for that burly physique with some sort of Omega trait," was Gilbert's own loaded response, noticing how Arthur tensed.

"At least I do not have to worry about a Beta taking Alfred away from me."

"Of course not, because who would want him?"

"And who would want a self-righteous, know-it-all Omega such as yours?" sniffed Arthur finally, choosing to back away. He was not in the mood to continue the verbal battle. Gilbert said nothing in response, just watched in satisfaction as the Englishman took his leave.

"Esel," he grumbled under his breath, watching as the so-called 'jackass' disappeared in the crowd of people. It was almost time for third period.

Eliza finally appeared from the restroom, her eyes casting warily about until they landed on Gilbert, where they only intensified in their caution.

That stung, but Gil supposed it was well deserved. He ought to have asked Eliza's opinion on the second-marking thing before he'd gone and done it. But he was caught up in the heat of the moment, and there was no reverse for it now.

"Let's get you to third period," he said, pulling her towards him and forcing himself to ignore the way she shifted her mark away from him. He hoped he hadn't shattered all of her trust in him.

Gilbert managed to coax a kiss from her before she insisted that they had to get to class. Understanding that she was wanted a formal, well-done apology, Gilbert didn't dispute the suggestion.

Settling into his third period class, he rested his chin on his hand and struggled to ignore Francis and Antonio's knowing gazes.

Once more, he was unable to escape the classroom before his friends had kidnapped him and dragged him to the little brick room. His heels pulled on the tiled floor of the school, and he hung like a deadweight in their arms. Like hell he was going to help them in this endeavor, plus he was pretty sure he saw Elizaveta laugh at the impossible position he was in when they passed through the main school hallway, so that was a bonus.

He tumbled into the alcove and was followed closely by Francis and Antonio. To be honest, he was surprised that Antonio was there. Generally an Alpha was glued to their Omega's side if the Omega was pregnant. Antonio could read this in Gilbert's raised eyebrow, and he showed the Prussian Alpha a dark purple bruise that was blooming along his upper arm.

"Lovi is getting tired of me," he complained, receiving an oh-so-sympathetic slap to the back of the head from Francis, who was sitting next to him.

Gilbert snorted and pushed himself back so that his back was resting against one of the four walls in the tiny structure.

"So, mon ami, what has happened between you and the beautiful Elizaveta?" asked Francis, getting straight to the point. It appeared that no one was planning on going to fourth period.

"What does it matter to you?"

"You marked her for a second time, didn't you?" said Francis then, deadpan and surprising Gilbert with the point-blankness of the statement.

"What the hell was I supposed to do? She was flirting with Roderich, and I will not stand for that."

A dramatic sigh issued from Francis. "You crétin," he groaned, turning to Antonio for some help. But the Spanish Alpha was gazing blankly at the French one.

"What is wrong with what Gilbert did?"

Francis looked worriedly from Antonio's confused expression, to Gilbert's peeved one, and back again, dismay steadily scrolling a thread from his eyes to his mouth, pulling at the corners of his lips and embellishing horror in those blue peepers.

"You are telling me that neither of you see what is wrong with that?"

At the silence that greeted him, he was able to find his answer.

"Mon dieu, how uncultured all of you are. Of course an Omega would dislike this. It means that you don't trust them to be loyal to you. That is a great insult, as trust is the basis of any good relationship."

By the time Francis had finished his mini speech, Gilbert had decided that the French Alpha had missed out on a lot when his father had died. He was way too sympathetic towards Omegas.

"Well, fine, I don't trust Eliza then." Said Gil easily, sinking back against the wall and sighing. He was beginning to slide to the dirt floor, more and more of his lower back pressing against the packed earth. Eventually, he was laying down.

Antonio was looking uncomfortably back out of their little den. It was clear that the Spanish Alpha was dying to go and check on his pregnant Omega.

That was the thing with having a pregnant mate. Their Alphas were generally given free passes to leave class and check on them, and when it came closer to the child being due, they could just skip school altogether.

Francis noticed this action too, or so it seemed, as he patted Antonio's back comfortingly. "He'll be fine. You know Lovino, nothing could take that little spitfire down."

Antonio laughed, though the idea of something out there possibly having an intention to hurt Lovino put him even more on edge.

Gilbert decided that he would fix the problem, since Francis had failed so spectacularly at comforting the other Alpha. "We won't be here much longer, then you can go and make sure he's alright. Besides, if something was wrong, you would feel it. You have marked him a second time, right?"

Antonio nodded his head. "Then you two will be even more closely bonded than you before. You'll be able to sense his distress and pain." It as a shrugged sentence, said as more of an offhand thing than a direct effort to comfort the other. Seemingly reassured by this statement, Antonio sunk down in his seat a little, forcing himself to turn away from the exit of the chamber.

A comfortable silence washed over the trio. "We should get up to something mischievous," suggested Gilbert out of the blue, staring up at the brick ceiling of their hideout. It was laced with a couple of spider webs in its corners, and sand coated the brick, though from where Gilbert knew naught.

"What kind of mischief?" asked Francis.

"I don't know, put cups of water all over the floor, set off some sparklers in the hallways, glue the teacher's desk drawers shut. Something exciting."

There was only the shuffle of feet against dirt in reaction to this, Francis's fingers running over the stubble on his chin and Antonio humming a Spanish song under his breath.

Gilbert patted out a rhythm on the dirt floor with his palms, feeling his eyes beginning to drift shut. He was tired.

"I know!" snapped Antonio suddenly, startling the other two occupants of the space. "We should hang grande pictures of the teacher's heads in front of their doors, so that when they open it tomorrow morning, they'll find their own faces staring back at them!"

Gilbert snorted at this suggestion, still rather entertained with just gluing the teacher's drawers shut. "That's an interesting one, Tony, I'll tell you that much." He said finally, noticing Francis's not-entirely there expression. "Francis, what do you have going on in that French mind of yours?"

"I'm going to ask Matthew to be my mate."

Gilbert choked, and was forced to sit up.

"Are you sure that's wise? You haven't known each other that long."

"So what? There have been shorter relationships," was Francis's explanation. Antonio and Gilbert exchanged a concerned look. Gilbert wasn't entirely aware of the irony of his advice when it came to relationships. He and Eliza had known each other when they were younger, yes, but that didn't mean that they knew each other exceptionally well by the time they met again in high school.

Francis made this fact aware to Gilbert after the other tried again to discourage the French Alpha from doing something that could have terrible results.

Antonio was not helpful in that defense, and eventually Gilbert was forced to settle back and moodily glare at Francis from the floor.

"If he turns you away, don't come running to me, aright?" he warned. He didn't want Francis to get hurt, as the man was a sibling to him. And he was terrified that the French Alpha's feelings would be dashed on the rocks.

They spent the rest of fourth period talking about useless things, their feet padding soft sounds on the dirt floor, fingers tapping out odd rhythms here and there, bricks cracking against one another. They were being far from subtle.

"What did you and Mattie do for Halloween?" asked Gilbert finally.

"Oh, I wasn't allowed over. Apparently Matthew and Alfred have a sort of tradition on that holiday, and I was not allowed to participate in it."

Gilbert was surprised at this. He then turned to Antonio and repeated the question.

"Lovi and I spent it in his nest," responded Antonio dreamily, and it was clear that he intended to elaborate on that particular detail, but was quickly stopped by the combined shrieks of Gilbert and Francis.

Gilbert eventually told them what he and Eliza had gotten up to when Antonio asked, and once more they lulled into a silence. They were a trio that had been together for years, and so silence was not a big problem with them. They could handle it. They could also speak one another's native tongues, and understand with just a single look what another of their group was trying to convey. It was a wonderful system that had saved them all many a test grade.

As the class bell rang, they eventually got to their feet and split up to find their respective Omegas.

Francis found Matthew lurking around Alfred's locker, intent on asking the American Omega a question, but never getting the opportunity, as his French Alpha eagerly dragged him off to 'a tres magnifique bowling alley just down the street.'

Lovino, though he would never admit it, was immensely relieved at the sight of Antonio. It was hardly his fault that he felt so vulnerable in his pregnant state, but all the same. He had been quite uncomfortable throughout his separation from his Spanish Alpha, and so he fell eagerly into the other male's arms, baring his neck for the Alpha to press a kiss to his mark.

Elizaveta was proving herself difficult to find for Gilbert. He supposed that he deserved it, but at the same time, her noticeable absence was making him anxious. He could feel nothing across their shared bond, however, that told of a similar distress on her side, so that meant that her avoidance was very much intentional.

Eventually he did locate her in an empty classroom, flipping through the pages of the book she had been reading the other day. She peered up the minute he entered the room, her shoulders immediately relieved of tension as the familiar smell of her Alpha infiltrated the space.

Instincts were impossible to suppress, after all.

"Eliza," said Gilbert, pulling a chair out next to the desk that she was seated at. He waited patiently for her to mark her place and shut the book before continuing, "I'm sorry for how I acted. It was rude of me, even though I am awesome, and I should have been able to hold myself back."

Eliza sighed, though a gentle smile was now on her lips. She had forgiven him that much was immediately obvious as she gazed affectionately at his earnest expression. "Just don't do it again, Gil." Was her only warning before she was leaning forward, her head resting on his shoulder and nose nudging against his neck. He reacted immediately by pulling her onto his lap and wrapping his arms around her waist. Her legs settled on each side of his hips, her hands moving up to hang loosely behind his neck, forming a semicircle for her head.

He didn't question why she was being so needy, choosing to instead comfort her and remain steady. She would explain it in her own due time. That was the thing with Eliza, you could never force her to do something that she didn't want to do.

"I want a baby," she murmured against his neck, surprising him for a moment. Where on Earth had that come from?

"Eliza…" he started, but she interrupted him.

"I know what you're going to say, that I'm 'smarter than that,' and that I 'can do more than just raise kids,' but Gil, I want a baby." She pulled her face form his neck by that point, her eyes searching his for confirmation. "What good will I ever be? The classes I'm taking now are pointless, and stupid, and will get me nowhere in life. I can't change the world. I can't do it."

Wherever her insecurities had come from, they struck like a snake, and Gilbert was suddenly unsure of how to react. "I-er, Eliza, why are you suddenly like this? What happened to that Omega Rights Activist I knew only a couple of months ago?" he was confused and needed some form of explanation before he would be able to properly address her diffidence.

"I realized how pointless change is. You know what you did this afternoon, and that was purely off of instinct. How am I supposed to get an entire world to go against what their natures tell them to? I can't. Omegas are submissive. Alphas are dominant. That's just how it is, and I have to accept that."

A week or so ago, Gilbert would have been thrilled to hear this. Now, however, the game had changed. This wasn't Eliza, this was a watered down, nearly defeated version of her. He could read her melancholy through her scent, could feel the creeping depression.

She'd fallen into that pit that always held the risk of ensnaring an Omega in its grasp. Omegas were always more prone to depression just after a heat, and after they realized that they hadn't conceived.

"Eliza," he breathed a moment. This was going to be difficult for him, seeing as he still wasn't entirely signed on to this Omega's in the Government thing that she was so fond of. But he had to do his best, because this wasn't his Elizaveta. This was society's Eliza, and he couldn't say that he really liked her. "Just because an Alpha is possessive and an Omega is submissive doesn't mean that one has more right to rule than the other. Your nature doesn't affect your sense of right and wrong. There are Omegas out there who are more Alpha than I am, and I'm sure there are Alphas out there who are incredibly inclined to the Omega nature. There are… There are soft-spoken, introverted Alphas just as there are out-spoken, extroverted Omegas. One cannot sort a person into a box just because they are an Omega or an Alpha. Everyone should have a voice, that is not something that should be taken away."

He was surprised by his speech, by the honesty behind it. Thinking back on it, he was right. Everyone had a right to participate and try. And though these Nature stigmas would stick around for a generation, their kids would start to challenge it, and their kid's kids would and so on and so forth, until change rippled across the country and brought power to Omegas and minorities.

However far in the future that may be, he knew that it could happen.

Eliza's eyes were shining with a wonderful brew of pride and pleasure. "My dear, you are such a beautiful creature," she surprised him by saying that, but he didn't bother to think much else of it, as her soft lips were pressing against his, and she was more than willing to let him control their kiss. Her fingers circled behind his head and into his white hair, his arms tightening around her waist.

She was perfect, and she was his, and everything was wonderful.

Once more, I have written this story late at night, so if you see any logic errors or major character flaws let me know. I'm half asleep right now.

Finally, I want to thank you all for accompanying me on this journey. To say I'm glad that I had company is an understatement.

Oh, and I intended for things to be left on an unsteady, unfinished note. If I'm going to have a sequel, or even a worthy enough epilogue, than I will solve those problems there. Just to clear that up.

I love each and every one of you.

Thanks for reading!

By the way, should I write a sequel of this? And I will for sure be writing an UKUS spinoff, but would a Spamano one or Dennor or Gerita one be appreciated?

The Final Rant

This is about reviews. It isn't a rant about you all so much as it is about my ridiculous insecurity when it comes to reading them. So, my phone will always buzz to let me know that someone has reviewed my work. And you know what I do? I don't touch that email, or even look at the story review count for a good few days following the alert. I'm absolutely terrified that you all will be disgusted with what I wrote, or will feel the need to bash it or just overall insult it. And writing, as those of you who do any form of artistic skill, is like putting your heart out there. You are open for others to read and peruse as they please. Whether or not they burn the book in a fire can hurt you immensely, especially when they make sure that you feel every single little flame. I know that none of you would ever do that, but I still have a gut wrenching, nearly throw-up worthy fear every time I see that someone has reviewed something I've written. So thank you for giving me pleasant surprised and reassurances every time. It means a lot to an insecure soul such as I.

The End.