AUTHOR'S NOTE

So this is it! The last update! Thank you all so very much for reading! A special thanks to all of you who reviewed; I truly appreciated all of the comments and loved hearing from all of you! I plan on writing more, so once I post some new material please check it out! Thank you all again, and please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers or any of the characters therein.


A few years later…

"Italy, where are we going?"

Germany looked at the unfamiliar surroundings as they walked in the mid-day sun. He hadn't been over on this side of Berlin since the end of the war when Russia claimed this part of Germany. The small Italian was leading him by the hand as they walked through the crowded streets, almost as if he had been here before and knew where he was going. Germany carefully maneuvered himself around on the sidewalk and tried to avoid running into people as they swarmed around him in the bustling afternoon traffic.

"It's a surprise, Germany!" Italy said as he pressed onward, his small frame nimbly weaving between people as they strode past him.

"Well, are we at least close?" Germany asked with mild irritation as two people bumped into his side, his larger profile unable to squeeze through the same openings as Italy.

"It's just at the end of this block," Italy said, glancing back at Germany with a smile. Italy was practically dragging Germany, pulling on his hand to try and get him to move faster through the crowd.

Even with their quick pace, Germany had not failed to notice how different everything looked from a few years ago. It seemed like only yesterday the buildings were in shambles and people were scrounging around for any food or shelter they could find. Now, the infrastructure was repaired, businesses were up and running, and people were hurrying about running errands and visiting shops. Things were almost back to the way they were before the war. Germany was amazed at how quickly his country had rebounded, and how the economy continued to grow and thrive even with the reductions in industrial production.

Italy finally stopped in front of a small diner and began looking around. Germany let go of his hand and straightened out his shirt, the spring breeze feeling cool against his face. He looked over as Italy continued to scan the crowd, obviously looking for a specific person.

"Now will you tell me what we're doing here?" Germany asked curtly. He had been in the middle of finishing up some financial reports at his office that morning when Italy had come bursting through the door. He said they needed to go into the city right away, refusing to tell Germany why but insisting that it was "really super-duper important". Germany had initially refused, but Italy was so persistent and stubborn that he realized Italy wasn't going to take no for an answer. He was beginning to regret giving in as he watched Italy looking around, appearing to not have heard Germany's question.

"He should be around here somewhere…" Italy mumbled as he rose up on his tip-toes to try and see above the heads of all the people passing by.

Germany let out an exasperated sigh. "Italy, I don't know what you had planned, but I really need to get back to wo-"

"Hey there you guys are! Took you long enough," a strangely familiar voice called out from behind them.

As Germany turned around and saw the person who hailed them, the world around him seemed to stop. Germany's eyes widened as he stared with his mouth slightly agape, unable to believe what he was seeing. All the noises around him became muted as his heartbeat pounded in his ears. He stood motionless, his breath stuck in his throat, as he stared dumbfounded at the approaching figure. There was no way that this could be happening. His eyes had to be playing tricks on him. This couldn't really be…

"Yo, West, long time no see," Prussia said as he stopped in front of Germany, grinning from ear to ear.

Germany stood frozen, unable to form a coherent thought, let alone speak. He felt like his heart was going to beat straight out of his chest. He was afraid to blink, lest Prussia disappear from his vision.

'This must be a dream,' Germany thought, as his blue eyes stared disbelievingly into deep reds.

Italy broke the silence as he rushed forward, squealing "PRUSSIAAAAAAAAAA" and giving him his standard greeting hug. Prussia laughed as he grabbed Italy, lifting him off his feet as he returned the hug.

"Kesese, I thought I heard a whiny midget nearby!" Prussia said as he set Italy down. "Did you find the place ok?" he asked, gesturing towards the diner behind him.

"It wasn't too hard. I made sure to come stake it out beforehand so I wouldn't get lost," Italy said smiling and turning to Germany. "See, Germany! I did learn something from our training!"

Prussia laughed as he ruffled Italy's hair. "Man, West, your boyfriend is fucking adorable," he said, causing Italy to blush. Germany just continued to stare, his mouth moving but no words coming out. "Aw, come on West, I totally thought that would at least get some sort of reaction out of you! You're being so un-awesome right now!" Prussia joked as he playfully punched Germany in the shoulder.

Germany grabbed Prussia's wrist as he punched him and pulled the other man into him, wrapping his arms around Prussia's torso. Prussia looked startled for a moment at the sudden action, but smiled as he reached his arms around and gently patted Germany's back. The two stayed like that for several moments, unspoken thoughts and emotions being shared with each other in a way that only the two brothers could understand.

"I'm so sorry, Gilbert," Germany whispered to his brother in German as he squeezed him tighter. "I'm sorry I wasn't there, that I couldn't help you. I'm so sorry for everything."

Prussia grabbed onto Germany's shoulders as they released the hug, smiling as he looked at his little brother. "It was war. Everyone did what they had to do," Prussia replied, placing one hand on Germany's cheek. "There's nothing you could have done. None of this was your fault, so stop blaming yourself."

Germany smiled as he reached up and placed his hand on top of Prussia's, feeling as if a giant weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. His blue eyes conveyed a silent thank you as he looked into his brother's reds, full of forgiveness and understanding. Prussia gave Germany's hand one last squeeze before releasing it and turning to address both him and Italy, who had been standing quietly off to the side during the brothers' reunion.

"So who's hungry? I'm starving!" Prussia announced, rubbing his stomach. "They better have some decent beer here. I need fuel to support all this awesome!" he declared as he marched towards the diner.

Germany stood back and smiled as he watched his brother start flirting with some girls sitting on the patio. He still couldn't believe that he was here, that it was really him. He felt like he was dreaming, like this was too good to be true. But it wasn't. This was real. His brother was right in front of him, happy and healthy.

Germany looked down as Italy slipped his hand into his, looking up at him with a soft smile. Germany pulled him into a hug as gratitude surged through him.

"Italy, how did you find him?" Germany asked as they separated.

"It took a bit of work," Italy said as he looked up at Germany. "I called Russia a few times, but he wouldn't tell me anything, except that he was still Prussia's boss. But one time Lithuania answered and he told me Prussia had moved back into the country, and that Poland had helped Prussia get set up in eastern Germany. From there I was able to get his address and visit him to make sure I had the right person."

Germany smiled down at Italy, feeling so grateful towards the small Italian. "You're amazing."

Italy smiled and shrugged. "It was nothing. I'm just glad to see you so happy and smiling."

Germany pulled Italy into a hug, squeezing him as tight as he could. "Thank you," he whispered as he pulled Italy into a deep kiss, love radiating throughout his body.

"Hey! Come on you two love birds!" Prussia shouted as he held the door to the diner open. "My awesome self isn't going to stand here forever!"

The two parted and began walking towards the door, their fingers laced together. Prussia threw his arm around Germany's shoulders, closing his eyes as his face lit up in a wide smile and he let out his usual ksesesese cackle.

Germany couldn't help but laugh as the trio walked forward. His heart soared in his chest, feeling completely and utterly happy. He walked into the diner with his head held high and the two most important people in the world to him by his side as the door closed behind them.

FIN


AUTHOR'S NOTE

And that's all folks! Thanks again for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! :)