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A lot had happened since Matthew and Gilbert had appeared again. For several months they were questioned by the police as to their whereabouts for the past year, four years for Matthew. It was a stressful time for everyone. They were also taken to a hospital to make sure they were okay. While they were there Gilbert was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder and Matthew had a slightly more acute form of PTSD.

It was difficult for both of them but they were able to get back into normal society with minimal difficulty. They still had their moments though. For Matthew he got mild panic attacks when he was left alone for long periods of time. Gilbert on the other hand had vicious and bloody dreams, often walking up screaming. But they could deal with their problems because they had each other. Their past was a secret that they only whispered about to each other. No one but them would ever know the truth.

Their families and friends had been coping rather well with their return. Alfred had stopped being a dick towards Gilbert. He assumed it had something to do with the fact that Matthew was still alive. Gilbert's grandfather and brother seemed to either give him space or dote on him all the time. Antonio and Francis practically clung to Gilbert and Matthew, like they were worried that they would disappear again. But everyone was more than happy to give them both space when they asked for it.

At the moment it was late at night and Gilbert was finding it difficult to sleep again, even with Matthew curled up next to him. He sighed sadly and sat up. 'Damn it… Not again…'

"Gilbert?" Muttered Matthew sleepily. "What's wrong?"

Gilbert shook his head and ran his fingers through Matthew's hair. "It's nothing Birdie, go back to sleep."

"Not until you tell me what's wrong." Said Matthew as he sat up, leaning against Gilbert's shoulder. "Still can't sleep?"

"Something like that." Muttered Gilbert. "I just don't want to sleep anymore… Not when I know I'll see those things again."

Matthew frowned and gently squeezed Gilbert's hand. "I know… I sometimes dream about them too. But I know it's just a dream so I'm not afraid."

"But my dreams just seem so real." Said Gilbert. "Do you think that maybe we could have saved Canada? I mean if we had just a little more time…"

"If we had a little more time we might have done something." Said Matthew. "But if we had little less time we could have all died. Stop beating yourself up over it. It's not your fault."

Gilbert shrugged. "I know… But I still wonder about them and what's going on in their world… Have they rebuilt their civilization? Is France okay? Do they remember Canada?"

Matthew shrugged. "Maybe they have rebuilt everything, maybe they haven't. Maybe he is okay, maybe he isn't. Maybe they remember Canada, maybe they don't… You shouldn't worry about such things. They don't concern you anymore."

Gilbert frowned and looked away. He knew that Matthew was right. None of that needed to be his business in the first place. It was simply an unfortunate turn of events that happened that forced the problems of the other world onto him. Those problems weren't his to have, but he still felt immensely guilty and bad about it. "I know… I know…"

Matthew sighed and gently turned Gilbert's head so that they were face to face. "Please Gil… Please try to stop blaming yourself for what happened. It wasn't your fault. You shouldn't feel worried anymore. It's over."

"I know." Said Gilbert quietly. He leaned forwards and gently kissed Matthew on the lips. "I know."

"We need to stop thinking about then you know." Said Matthew. "If we keep remembering it'll rip us apart from the inside, more you than me though… I haven't seen as much death as you. We don't have time to live in regret. Life is short."

"Yet it's the longest thing anyone has ever done." Said Gilbert. He sighed and pulled Matthew into a hug. "You know I'm trying to forget… Well the worst parts anyway. I still want to remember some of the good things too."

Matthew smiled and hugged back. "There's nothing wrong with remembering the good parts. I just don't want the darker parts to haunt you for the rest of your life."

Gilbert chuckled sadly. "They'll always be there Birdie… Every single last one of them. But like all things in life it's slowly fading away." He started to run his fingers through Matthew's hair again. "At least this time I have you to help chase away my bad thoughts… I don't think I'd be able to get through this if it wasn't for you."

Matthew smiled sadly and ran his fingers over the scars on Gilbert's arms made all those years ago. "I'm sorry."

Gilbert shook his head. "It wasn't your fault. You did nothing… Let's go back to sleep."

"Are you sure?" Asked Matthew. "I don't mind staying up and talking a bit more."

Gilbert nodded and pulled Matthew down with him. "I'm sure. I don't want to keep you up for too much longer. If we're both tired in the morning Alfred will think we had sex."

Matthew shrugged and snuggled up close to Gilbert's chest. "So? I don't care if he thinks that. I just want to make sure you're okay. You're the most important person in the world to me."

Gilbert smiled and wrapped his arms around Matthew. "I know, Birdie." He whispered. "I know."

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France sighed sadly as he watched several people shoot down several Plagues. When Hunter was killed the Plagues seemed to lose their sense of reason and started to act strangely. This made it easier for humanity to take back the earth. Humanity had won, yet he still felt like they had lost.

"That's the last of them." Said England happily as he approached France. "The last of those human farms has been destroyed. About bloody time too."


England frowned. "Look France, I know you blame Gilbert for what happened but he didn't do anything. We all knew any mission where one or more people go up there would end in death. You should be proud he managed to kill Hunter."

"I am proud of Canada." Said France sadly. "I just wish he didn't have to die."

England shrugged. "He made his choice. We all make choices for the good of our people. Since Canada no longer had any humans left in his country he had to do what was right for humanity. He did it for all of us."

"I know." Said France. "I know… But it still hurts. Do you think we should have told Gilbert that Prussia was Hunter?"

England shook his head and brushed it off. "It wasn't important. Prussia died years ago. We all know that. Hunter just possessed his body, he may have looked like Prussia but he wasn't. It wouldn't have made any difference anyway."

"I guess…" Muttered France. He sighed sadly. Through this war with Hunter he had lost one of his closest friends and his son. But alas it could not be helped. Through Canada's sacrifice he had saved the world. None of the nations would ever forget him or the sacrifice he made.

"Come on Frog." Said England as he handed France a gun. "Still plenty of Plagues running around. We could use your help taking them out."

France smiled a little but declined. "I'd rather not… Not here, not now, not on Canada's land."

England shrugged. "Your loss… But what are you going to do now? I mean besides rebuild your country."

France smiled a little. "I think I shall raise New Canada."

"New Canada?" Asked England.

France nodded and gestured England to follow him towards a bush. England hesitated but followed him. When he was close enough France crouched down and moved the branches away revealing a small girl with long wavy sliver hair with a random hair curl sticking out the top of her head. She was leaning against Kuma. They were both fast asleep.

England looked at the girl and back at France. "What?"

"I found her a few days ago." Said France. "She was just playing in the broken city with Kuma and she told me her name was New Canada. She's one of us… She looks a little like the secret love child of Canada and Prussia yes?"

England nodded in agreement. "She does… Do you think it's wise to look after her? I mean you still need to look after your own country."

"I'll be fine." Said France as he looked lovingly at the child. "After all, every ending needs a new beginning."

The End

Shinigami-cat: Thank you all so much for reading this! Your reviews keep me motivated to keep writing! I hope you all enjoyed this story as much as I loved writing to it. Thank you everyone for finding the time to read this super long story. I honestly thought this story might be about thirty chapters… boy was I wrong! Anyway, I hope you check out my other stories. Preferably my two newer stories 'Maple Syrup Chainsaw' and 'Monsters'. I'll always write as long as people keep reviewing!