Nothing, I declare, nothing, so long as it has a prologue, is complete without an epilogue.

Of Maple Syrup and Wine

Epilogue

Germany stood awkwardly in Canada's living room, surrounded by suitcases and not a few boxes.

"The two of you will be okay?" he asked Matthew.

"Of course they will," France said dismissively from the couch. "I see no reason why they shouldn't be."

Matt in turn smiled reassuringly at Ludwig. "We'll be fine."

"My brother can be quite a handful."

"Oh, I know." Matt patted Ludwig's shoulder. "Relax."

"Yeah, bruder," Gilbert told him cheerfully, sauntering into the room. "We're perfectly happy." He slung an arm around Matthew and reeled the smaller nation in for a kiss.

"Get a room, you two," Antonio yawned from the corner.

Matt pushed Gilbert away. "Later. After you pick up after yourself."

"Pick…up…?"

Matt pointed at the luggage. "Your clothes are scattered all over my living room. Pick them up before I ram you with a hockey stick," he said, with a haughtiness that spoke strongly of England.

"I'm too awesome to do this!" Gilbert protested.

"Are you going to do it or am I locking you out of the house?"

Ludwig stared in astonishment as his brother, who never voluntarily did anything for himself, began gathering the suitcases and hoisting them out of the room, grumbling all the while.

"That went well," Francis commented, laughing.

"The living room's cleaner, at any rate." Matt shrugged.

Germany himself started to grin.

Ja, maybe Canada wasn't so bad for Prussia after all.