Epilogue

(3rd Point of View)

Five years ago, the legendary war between Eastdorn and Borussia – which had only lasted one day – had inspired many writers, poets and ordinary people. While the latter would tell the tale to their descendants, the others wrote books and plays about the fights. Elizabeta and her friends were celebrated as the heroes of the war. They were legends.

A few months after the heroic victory, she had married the prince. His father, the King had asked his son to finally accept the idea of matrimony, which Gilbert had not opposed. He had agreed with a big smile on his face. The love between him and Elizabeta had only grown stronger before they finally wedded. The process of the wedding – considering Gilbert's rank – had been longer as normal marriage festivals, because Elizabeta received the title of the Princess of Borussia. Two years afterwards, the King had stepped down from his position for the sake of Gilbert's future.

Until today, he and Elizabeta were ruling the kingdom and received good feedback from the people. They were a popular pairing and Elizabeta's proud father loved to walk around with the claim that his dear daughter was the reigning Queen of this country.

Feliks could not blame him, he himself was doing the same; he had designed the clothes for their royal wedding and of course for their dear child – a boy, who was now four years old. Soon there would be another royal child and he hoped that it would be a girl: a small Lizzie. He always thought that their son – who resembled Gilbert's brother, only with green eyes – would behave like the King and proclaim that everything was awesome. Fortunately, to his astonishment, the young boy did not. He spent a lot of his time with Prince Ludwig, collecting flowers in the garden for his parents, accompanying Gilbird and fighting with his friends in a playful manner. It was an adorable sight; especially in the evening, when he would be put to sleep by his royal parents – Elizabeta had insisted that their child (and future children) would be raised by them, without the help of nurses or a third party (with the exception of the grandparents of course). The little Prince was aware of his parents' story; even his mother's past and he found it fascinating, even dressing up as a pirate whenever the chance was given. Aside from his parents, the little Prince was doted on by his grandfathers (and Elizabeta's grandparents, who were residing in the castle for some years now.)

He was not the only child that was strolling around the royal gardens. His friends were just as adorable as him. Despite Elizabeta being Natalya's daughter's Godmother, Feliks was extremely proud to be a Godfather of such a lovely girl – and he took advantage of that. He dressed her in fabulous clothes – and was aware that Toris was a little concerned about it but Feliks always justified his actions with the words "Toris, you have no real sense of fashion." Not only did the former blonde pirate and his Goddaughter share the same interest in clothing: both were fond of ponies, causing Toris to have to endure his daughter in a pink outfit on a small horse – which carried a saddle in the matching colour.

Even if she was considered a child of aristocracy – due to her father's and mother's occupation in the army– she had still learned the ways of fighting like an assassin and pirate. She looked like her mother but acted as she were Toris' little sister. The little girl had his warm character and the beauty of her mother. When she would grow older, the boys would fawn over her – but Natalya and her husband would make certain that her male admirers would stay away from their little girl; even if she knew how to defend herself.

The former pirate crew was often in company of the Prince and his Colonel, discussing plans on bringing peace among the world; although lately, the topic of their own children was getting more attention than their other conversations. Especially when Admiral Kirkland was present: the former pirate captain was more than just proud of his children – a fact everyone had witnessed, particularly Alfred, who liked babysitting the blonde admiral's kids. The young sailor was still fascinated by the fact that they were half mermaids – something he often spoke of. Ever since Alfred had been saved by a mermaid during the war five years ago, he had not given up on searching for her. Of course, he had asked Sakura about the stranger mermaid's whereabouts but had not found her until some months ago. He had sighted her near the port – which after the war was not an unusual sight. Many mermaids and sirens had decided to stay near Borussia, seeing that one of the important members of the Royal army was a mermaid – the magic of the dragon was strongly present; a side effect of the time when the creature had been released. This had caused the Sea creatures to remain close to the powerful source. The mermaids felt extremely save there and that was the reason why Alfred's secret mermaid had settled down at the harbour. Though he was still unsuccessful in his attempts of wooing her, she was warming up to him – probably because he sometimes walked with Kirkland's children to the port to watch the ocean when their parents were not at home. Those children were not only important to the kingdom, but to the ocean as well. Their skills were connected with the ancient dragon of the ocean. After Sakura had channelled the energy of the dragon and the ocean, the magic of the dragon, which ran through her veins at that moment, had somehow found its way to her DNA. Now Sakura's and her husband's children were born with marks that held another symbol as the former one. They did not need to channel any magic of the ocean; they had it in their genes, making them the strongest mermaids on earth. This was a new bloodline which would bind the royal family with Sakura's family. One could think that those children were treated in a different way or raised as strong fighters, but that was not the case. Their father and mother had made certain that the two children were adorable little sweethearts – as Alfred liked to describe them.

All of them were as happy as they could be, although they were waiting for Antonio and Lady Emma to get married – after years of courting. The only one that needed to be convinced was the Lady's half-brother who had still not completely gotten over the fact that Emma and a former pirate were in love. They were already engaged and the blonde Lady was expecting twins; Her half-brother though, was not aware of that occurrence and Antonio was the one that needed to tell him.

"I wager that it will take him more than one week," Kirkland spoke, as he eyed his new blonde rival in front of him.

"All right, I know he will need less than a week."

Arthur's eyes narrowed, "How can you be certain, Frogface?"

"Because it is his friend after all and he knows him better than you do? And he has no other choice, he cannot wait to tell him in nine months," Alfred concluded, receiving another glare from his superior.

"Brat? Be quiet," the blonde admiral muttered. All of the three were watching Antonio from a dark corner. He was walking towards his future brother-in-law (if their conversation would have a positive outcome). Gilbert had promised to join them in their observations; he would arrive when his son would be asleep – Arthur's wife was already taking care of their children when it came to sleeping. Sakura would always sing a lullaby to their kids to put them to sleep. As a mermaid, she had a beautiful voice. When Arthur would want his children to fall asleep, he would always tell them a good night story.

"What have I missed something?" the Borussian King exclaimed lowly, as he arrived at the scene. He was panting from running,

"No," Alfred replied as the group waited for anything to happen.

"Feliks had already mentioned that he fancied the idea of creating a wedding dress and clothing for their children."

Kirkland eyed his King with a dreamy expression, "He needs to dress our children for the ceremony . . . My darling girl would look lovely as a flower girl."

It was a strange occurrence seeing them planning a wedding with such devotion as Antonio was struggling with his betrothed's brother – who, unbeknownst to Antonio, would certainly be happy to know of his future nephews.

[A/N: I can only imagine Iggy, Gilbert and Toris being extremely proud, dotting and loving fathers :D. I made Spabel canon, and you can already imagine who their children are ;) little Lovi and little Feli :D . I have finally finished this :D . . . I wanted to thank everybody who has read, followed and favourited the story :3 After one year, this story has come to an end. It is sad though but I am still happy to have had the patience of finishing it :). I know the epilogue is rather short, but it sums up what their relation and life would be :D I hope you liked it :). ]

Reply to Reviews (one last time):

BlueNeil18: Yes, I know :( It's a weird feeling to know that the story has come to an end :O . Thank you so much :D It makes me happy to know that you enjoyed my story :D. PruHun is Life.

shoujochan: Me too, it's strange to know that the story I have worked on for a year is finished now :o . Thank you so much :D I am always happy to hear that someone likes my story and I feel flattered that you say that it is one of the best PruHun stories you have read so far ;A; . I had another ending planned for this epilogue, but after reading your review I decided that Belgium will be pregnant with the Italian twins :D I know it's not a cameo appearance per se, but I still liked the idea :3