Welcome to the Epilogue. :) It is now time for my final goodbye.

Thank you, all of you, for bothering to read this fan fiction. It means so much to me that you enjoyed it and were willing to continue following our much-loved Gilbert and Elizaveta. Thank you for your reviews, for your constant positivity throughout this endeavor, and for your patience. I love you, and I really do mean that. You make my day so many times that it's impossible for me to explain it. I'm so conceited now because of you little buggers. ;) So thank you, and I hope that you enjoyed yourselves, because I certainly enjoyed myself.

BlackWitchesCat: Thank you for being so critical. xD I would have screwed so many things up without your assistance, so thank you. And I loved your responses to my rants, they were always very personal and either reminded me of the other side's perspective, or totally made me feel better about my life. So thank you, and I love you for reading my story and putting up with my terrible sense of humor.

issydragonheart: Thank you, and trust me, I shall. xD

rumblepaw: o-o Dude. That is such a fabulous idea, oh my God. I think I just might do that, thank you so much.

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Guest: Nope, not yet. :3 You'll have to read the UKUS spin off that I'll be writing to discover that sort of information, but he was not pregnant in that chapter. Who knows about this one? :)

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Epilogue

"I know you're just a rag doll now, sewn together with memories that we might have had. I know you're just the dream inside of a dream And don't worry, I know I don't know you, anymore."

―Unknown Author, I Wrote This For You

Gilbert woke up the day of graduation to the familiar sound of Eliza throwing up.

She was in the bathroom, and judging by the cold temperature of her side of the bed, she had been in there awhile. As guilty as Gilbert felt, he was supremely pleased about Eliza's current state.

She was pregnant, finally, after months of heats. For a while, Gilbert had a slight concern that Eliza was infertile, and when he voiced this to his mate, she immediately launched into a defensive that quickly made him realize the error in his assumptions, namely that he could be the one who was infertile.

And now, even as she was pregnant, Gilbert couldn't help but to hope that their first child was an Alpha. It was the traditionalist in him, and he doubted that would ever go away.

He was sitting up by the time Eliza made her way back into the room, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and her hair loose and hanging about her face. She had washed out her mouth after the session, no doubt using mouthwash as well because Gilbert knew she hated the taste of bile in her mouth. Her bare feet danced lightly across the floor and she slid into bed, burying herself in Gilbert's waiting arms, not saying a word.

Gilbert knew better than to speak. Eliza was not a morning person these days, and he had learned after the first time he'd set her off that it would be best to let the early morning silences linger until she decided to break them.

Her weight was comfortable and warm in his arms, her skin soft and a little cold. Her soft hair just tickled the underside of his chin, her breathing gentle and quiet. A small, firm bump had developed at her stomach as the week progressed, and Gilbert's ego always sparked whenever he could brush his fingers along its firmness or press a kiss to its slightly rounded edge.

Elizaveta put up with this Alpha possessiveness quite well, and she was always content to let Gilbert pamper her. He was even more protective than he had been before, and he was way worse than Antonio had been when Lovino was pregnant. Eliza wasn't out of his sight for more than five minutes, and even during school, he would take as many breaks from class as possible to go and check on her, though she had gradually schooled him to relax in that practice.

As they waited in the blessed silence of the five-six AM hours, Gilbert chose to delve into the memory of when Eliza first told him that she was pregnant.

He had just gotten back from going out to a movie with Francis and Antonio. Antonio was more than eager to get out of the house, as he was the focus of the majority of Lovino's anger at the time, and so they all opted to go out and watch one of the newer films out on the market.

Incidentally, it was some silly thing about an Omega who fell in love with his phone, which had a feature that made it sound like an Alpha. Creepy, and Gilbert had regretted going to see the movie. When he walked into the Hédérvary household, he was immediately assuaged by the smell of a ecstatic Omega and something else. It was underlying the regular scent of Eliza. Curious, and with a sneaking suspicion of what that meant, Gilbert hopped quickly up the stairs and peeked into his and Eliza's bedroom. The smell grew stronger.

"Eliza?" he asked.

"Gilbert!" she laughed, jumping quickly to her feet and dancing over to him. Her twirls had him a little dizzy, and when she fell breathlessly into him, he wasn't completely ready to catch her.

"Mein Gott, what has you in such a good mood?" he had asked, that sneaking suspicion steadily blossoming into a thrilled hope.

"I'm pregnant," she had finally murmured, her green eyes literally sparkling with joy. It took barely two seconds for Gilbert to process this, as he had already been thinking along those lines. Grinning so wide his cheeks hurt, he swept her into his arms and spun her around, his face burying into her neck in a desperate attempt to keep himself from giggling and shrieking as loud and at a higher pitch than Eliza had not two seconds earlier.

But he failed, and they were both giggling messes within minutes. "That's awesome, Liz, that's so, so awesome," he said when they both finally regained the power of speech. He cupped her face in his hands, the skin on her cheeks smooth. As they both calmed down, sweet kisses were shared. Gilbert's right hand drifted to rest gently on Eliza's belly; he was unable to believe that their child was in there.

Hopefully it would be an Alpha.

Eliza moved in his arms, and Gilbert was snapped back from his reverie. She mumbled something, and a bemused smile graced Gilbert's generally devilish face. "What was that, Liebling?" he asked her, combing his fingers gently through the hair that was stuck to the back of her shirt.

"I hate this," she grumbled finally, forcing herself to speak louder. Gilbert said nothing, just pressed a gentle, sympathetic kiss to the side of her head.

"What do you want to eat?"

"I don't want to eat anything," was Eliza's obstinate response. Gilbert had to bite back a sigh of exasperation.

"Well, you're going to have have to eat something, so what will it be?"

A moment of quiet deliberation followed this statement. "Bacon."

"Bacon? Do we even have bacon?" Gilbert realized his mistake, but it was too late. There was no coming back from that one.

"I don't know, do we?" snapped Eliza then, pulling away from Gilbert's hold. "You told met hat I could get whatever I wanted, and yet you are telling me that we don't have any of what I want?"

Gilbert winced. "I'll see what I can do," he reassured her, not really feeling that he had done anything too terribly wrong, but he supposed that if he'd had to spend a half an hour upchucking everything he'd eaten the night before, he would be pretty upset with everything too.

He slid from the bed and made his way downstairs, hearing Etel and Aranka discussing something in Hungarian in the kitchen. He was starting to understand more of the words, something that Eliza was supremely proud of, as she was working on her German as well. Walking over to the fridge and pulling it open, he scanned the shelves and nearly died of relief when he spotted the bacon sitting proudly on the top shelf. Gilbert quickly swiped it from its position and got the pain ready on the stove, gently rolling the bacon into it and listening to the satisfying sizzle of the meat.

Etel walked in at that point, smiling at Gilbert's broad back. He was a good Alpha for her daughter, and she was pleased with how he was shaping up, and with how he was changing Liz.

"Jó reggelt," she said, giving him a fond smile as he turned to look at her. She looked at him as her Alpha son now, and they had had a few good conversations since he had officially moved into their home.

She didn't want to see Gilbert and Elizaveta go, though she knew it was inevitable. Gilbert's pride would forbid him from allowing himself to stay any longer than was absolutely necessary in the Hédérvary home.

"Gutenmorgen," Gil said before refocusing his attention on the bacon.

"I see that Eliza shares the same food interests as Aranka did when she was pregnant," Gilbert sent a half smile over his shoulder at the other Alpha before returning his attention to the bacon. It was imperative that he gets it just right, or Eliza would be in a funk for the rest of the day. And this was kind of a big day, so it was important that he not screw anything up.

He was back up stairs, with plate in hand, in under fifteen minutes. It was crowded with about eight slices of bacon and a couple slices of banana. Etel had insisted that Eliza would like it, and she was proven right as Liz gobbled every single morsel of food down.

"Someone was hungry," noted Gilbert, and he got a sheepish, embarrassed smile in response.

"I'm sorry for snapping earlier," Eliza said, a big leap for her. She hated apologizing.

Gilbert shrugged. "I'm awesome, so it's okay," he said, brushing it off. It wasn't entirely Eliza's fault, her hormones were throwing her into a whirlwind.

They dressed quickly that day, each throwing on jeans and a t-shirt before making their way out the door (Gilbert refused to let Eliza jog down the stairs) and getting into the car (Liz had had to duke it out with Gilbert on more than one occasion for the rights to the passenger seat, as her mate was intent on her sitting in the back).

Pulling up to school with their graduation gowns folded nicely in the back seat, Gilbert smiled at the sight of his Godson nestled in Lovino's arms. Antonio was there as well, his arms looped around the Italian's waist and chin nestled in the boy's shoulder.

Lovino and Antonio had had a male Omega. Antonio took the birth well, not even showing a hint of disappointment, which surprised Gilbert. It was illegal to get an ultrasound for the gender in the United States, as in the past many babies had been aborted if they were found to be Omega. So, when the Omega gave birth was about the time the Nature of the child was discovered. It would always take a year or so, though, to really confirm whether or not the child was an Alpha or Omega or Beta. There had been many incidents where a baby was identified as an Omega but turned out to be an Alpha as they watched its actions and monitored its pheromone levels.

Gilbert got out of the car and tilted his head as a form of hello towards Antonio. He knew the Alpha probably didn't want to be bothered, considering that such silence and complacency was probably a rare thing for him.

Francis was standing with Matthew just inside the school building, muttering something about how the young Omega needed to look into hair care products as he combed his finger through the long blond strands. Matthew absorbed this advice with a bemused expression, but made no protest. Sometimes it was best to just let Francis ramble.

Alfred was watching the two with a reluctant, and accepting expression. Clearly he didn't want the relationship, but if it made his brother happy, than he would put up with it. Gilbert could relate, as he wasn't too great a fan of Feliciano.

Not that it mattered. His father had legally disowned him. He was, by all rights, no longer a Beilschmidt.

Gilbert quickly tossed those thoughts aside, though by the way that Elizaveta shifted closer to him, he knew that she could sense his slight depression. She knew him well, it was almost uncanny.

Arthur inclined his head ever so slightly towards the Prussian Alpha as Eliza and Gilbert passed. Gilbert had earned Arthur's respect, as he had beat him in the final semester exams for their sword fighting class. That was no easy feat, Arthur knew his way around weapons after all.

Mathias was leaning against a locker, the backs of his hands pressed to the ridged metal as an irritated Lukas paced in front of him and lectured the Danish Alpha about something concerning better hygiene.

Gilbert had to muffle a snicker at the serious expression that Lukas was wearing in light of his Alpha's not-so-serious one. It was awesome, the way those two balanced off of each other. Gilbert had talked to Mathias after the showdown with his family, and the Alpha held no hard feelings towards the Prussian, though the rest of the Beilschmidts he couldn't say the same for. Gil could respect that, and they parted on fair terms.

The middle school hall was bustling with proud, peacock-y fifth graders. The Alphas were more than happy to start getting their super awesome special classes, and the Omegas were content (most of them anyway) with just watching the Alpha children strut their stuff. Gilbert, however, could spot a few Omegas who were very much disenchanted with the entire idea, judging by how frequently they would roll their eyes when a particularly arrogant Alpha strode up to them.

They had shortened classes that day, as there was nothing else that the teachers could make their senior students learn. The boys and girls, nay, the men and women of the classrooms were going to graduate and start lives of their own. The teachers had done what they needed to, and they watched through a film of tears as the class of 2015 laughed and joked around for the final time.

After lunch, the seniors streamed out to the magnificent, well-manicured lawn at the back of the school. Alphas would be called up first, and then Omegas. That was the way of things.

Gilbert still had the Beilschmidt last name, as much as his father wanted to make him get rid of it, that was not his decision. Only Gilbert had control over his name, and he wanted to keep this last vestige of his once perfect family. So, Gil was one of the first to be called up. The teachers who were in charge of the physical part of his education beamed proudly at him, the academic teachers wore exhausted, but amused expressions. They had weathered a lot with Gil that year, as he wasn't exactly the best student out there, his go to excuse for no homework having been "I am awesome." But they made it.

Elizaveta was one of the first Omegas called up, as her last name did start with 'H.' Her Omega teachers gave her wary smiles. She had caused them a lot of headache over the year, what with her dogged pursuit in the interest of Omega's Rights. It was exhausting to put up with her sometimes, though they all did have a small part of themselves that was all for what the girl was preaching.

The ceremony was finished in just under a half an hour. They rushed it, as was common with high school graduations, and then everyone broke for an hour or two of splitting time with Alphas and Omegas and Betas, a chance that had been rarely afforded to them throughout their high school careers. The PTA provided food and drink.

The reality of what was happening hit Gilbert somewhere closer to the end of the day. He watched Antonio and Francis laughing and quibbling over something in a mixture of Spanish and French when he realized that their trio was about to be split up. He wasn't going to the same universities that Francis and Antonio were. He was heading to Europe, Francis and Antonio were staying here until their precious Omegas graduated, as both were at least one grade beneath their Alphas.

Antonio peered over at Gilbert, noting the wrecked look to his friend's red eyes. It took only a few more seconds for Francis to notice, and then all three of the Alphas converged on one another in an unnaturally affectionate display for such a public place.

Francis was the first one to hug Gilbert. The Prussian and French Alphas sobbed into one another's shoulders. It was a rare moment for Gilbert, perhaps not so uncommon for Francis, but all the same. Francis's longer blond hair pressed against Gilbert's forehead. Gilbert's cheek was squished into Francis's neck, though he was taller than the French Alpha by a couple of inches. Both were trembling against one another, and holding each other so tight that it was nearly impossible for either to breathe. When they finally split apart, Francis kissed Gilbert. "The last time, mon ami," he said gently, scrubbing one or two tears from Gil's cheeks.

It was Antonio's turn then. Gilbert and he had been through some rocky points together, but they were just as close physically and mentally as Gil was to Francis. A soft smile was shared between them before Antonio tugged Gilbert into a hug. He smelled of the familiar spices and flour, with an underlay of soap. Antonio's tanned skin contrasted nicely with Gilbert's paler color, and Gil's white hair mingled with Antonio's in a blend that resembled the feathers of a bald eagle. Both were crying, albeit not as dramatically as Gilbert and Francis had been. Antonio loved dramatics, true, but he wasn't such a fan of tears in front of other's eyes. Antonio was solid beneath Gilbert's hands, his physique sewn by muscle and bone, cultivated by years of grueling physical education. They were all exceptionally fit, not really having any other option. It was either be fit or fail. "Do not cry, Gilbert," murmured Antonio in the other's ear, "you're Francisco's padrino. We'll stay in touch."

Gilbert managed a snuffly laugh before they too separated, also with a kiss.

No one noticed the unnatural way that these Alphas parted, except for Eliza. But she didn't mind; she'd known that Gilbert was a little more than friends with the three. You don't get that close with someone without having done a little more than the regular friendship requirements.

Gilbert was still crying when Eliza reached his side. She watched him through gentle eyes before standing on her tiptoes to press a reassuring kiss to his forehead and lips. "Gil, why don't you go out with them." She suggested, pulling away and seeing the rising protest in his eyes. "Go on, I'll be alright. You can even call my father to come and get me. I want some alone time, and you need to spend a couple more hours with your best friends."

Indecision was still hanging in Gil's vermilion eyes, but she left him no room for debate. "Go, or I won't let you in my room tonight," she smiled at the spark of challenge that reanimated the old Gilbert. She missed that one sometimes, how cocky and arrogant, and absolutely infuriating he had been. That Gilbert had disappeared as he'd been thrown out of his family, but she was steadily seeing more glimpses of the Gil she had fallen in love with, the one who had confidence to rival thousands of legions of Romans.

Gilbert still insisted on spending the rest of the time that school was in session with her. He shared jokes with her about his classes, and she in turn gave her own. His eyes would occasionally rake down her figure, as if checking on her physical state, like she had somehow been injured in the time they'd been together. His hands would move of their own accord, fingers stretching along her stomach or running down her neck to circle her mark, or tracing the features that made up her face, running through her hair. Everytime he touched her, she shivered and leaned into the contact. As the day ticked down, she began to push him towards his friends, insisting that the reluctant Alpha go and spend quality time with the two boys that he had known the majority of his life. Eventually, he caved.

She watched as Gil tackled his friends, the sniffling, but deeply romantic boy rapidly evolving into an enthusiastic teenager again. He didn't take much convincing sometimes, not that Eliza minded. She wanted some time to spend with her mother and father before she was taken an ocean away from them. Perhaps she should have counted her lucky stars that Alfher had decided not to turn her and her family in for the sword-fighting thing, but she didn't. She hated that man, his guts and his traditions, and everything he stood for.

Turning on her heel, she began to walk towards the front of the school, sending a quick text to her mother before being absorbed into a conversation between a supremely blonde-haired Beta named Natalia and the Norwegian Omega, Lukas.

As she walked through the hallways for the last time, the bell rang, heralding an end to one extremely tumultuous high school career.

She fell asleep that night resting half-on top of Gilbert, lulled into slumber by the steady beating of his heart and the warm presence of his body and smell.

She was home.

And this is the end. It was a wonderful journey with you all, thank you for spending your time reading this. :)

NOTICE!

I have a poll on my profile. I want to find out how many of you want which spinoff, and I will give you two choices. So, if you're interested in choosing which stories will follow this one in the same universe, I suggest visiting my profile page and giving your opinion.

And once more, I have written this late at night. There may or may not be logic errors, so if you see 'em let me know and I'll go in and fix 'em. :)

Goodbye all!