*sigh* Last chapter! I hope you enjoy the ending!

Faithfully yours,

-Blackkittycatmeow

The trio managed to get into the castle without meeting much trouble, and Alfred was uneasy.

"There should've been someone by now," he muttered.

"Let's not worry about that," Antonio said, "For now, let's try to find your prince."

Alfred nodded, though he didn't like where this was going.

His fears were confirmed when Count Adnan appeared in the hall, a number of soldiers with him.

"Kill the giant and the dark one," the Count ordered, "but leave the third for questioning."

The guards charged forward, but Antonio beat them easily. His eyes never left Count Adnan.

"Hello," he said in a low voice, "My name is Antonio Hernandez. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

Adnan turned and ran. In a flash, Antonio was after him.

The count ducked through a door and locked it.

Antonio slammed himself against it.

"IVAN!" he hollered, "I NEED YOU! HE'S GETTING AWAY FROM ME! IVAN!"

Ivan set Alfred down against a wall.

"I'll be back," Ivan told him.

Antonio continued to slam himself against the door.

"IVAN!"

Ivan pushed his friend back and knocked the door down. Antonio nodded his thanks and ran after Adnan.

Sadiq could hear the Spaniard hot on his heels. He ran through corridor after corridor, trying to shake him. Finally, he happened upon the hall that would lead to the great hall…the perfect place for a duel.

He ducked into the room, simultaneously pulling a dagger from his boot.

When Antonio ran into the room, Sadiq was ready. He let the dagger fly and watched with glee as it lodged itself in Antonio's stomach.

Antonio looked down at the hilt and sank to the floor. He grasped it and with a swift tug, pulled it out and cast it to the side.

He glared up at Sadiq.

"So you're still going to fight?" Sadiq scoffed.

"Hello…" Antonio gasped, "My name is Antonio Hernandez. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

"I remember you," Sadiq laughed ,"You're that little Spanish brat I taught a lesson to all those years ago. Have you been chasing me this whole time, just to die here?"

"Hello," Antonio began again, standing up shakily, "My name is Antonio Hernandez. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

Sadiq frowned and drew his sword, sending a stab at Antonio's heart.

Antonio deflected it easily, but it still hit his shoulder.

He stabbed again. This one hit his arm.

"Hello. My name is Antonio Hernandez. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

Antonio slashed at Sadiq. Back and forth across the floor. Antonio thought about his duel with Alfred.

Alfred had been much better than this.

Antonio would win.

"Hello! My name is Antonio Hernandez! You killed my father! Prepare to die!"

"Stop saying that!" Sadiq screeched.

"HELLO!" Antonio bellowed, "MY NAME IS ANTONIO HERNADEZ! YOU KILLED MY FATHER! PREPARE TO DIE!"

He knocked Sadiq's sword away.

"Offer me money," he goaded, slicing the Count's cheek.

"Yes," Sadiq whispered.

"Offer me power. Power too!" Antonio hissed, slicing the other cheek.

"Yes, anything," Sadiq agreed, "Just let me go."

"I want my father back, you son of a bitch," Antonio growled, stabbing Sadiq through the heart.

Ivan could've sworn he'd left Alfred in that hallway. Where could he have gone?

The guard shoved Arthur into his room roughly. Tears blurred his vision as he reached for the dagger that lay on his desk.

"Better off dead than to betray Alfred again," he whispered, holding the dagger up to his chest.

"Eyes as green as yours are hard to come by. It'd be a shame to waste them."

"Alfred!" Arthur whirled around.

Sure enough, there he was, lying on Arthur's bed as if he own the place, confident smirk and everything.

"Hey," he said.

"Alfred!" Arthur cried again, kissing his lover clumsily.

Alfred reciprocated the action, and Arthur fell on top of him.

"Ah, go easy on me Arthur," Alfred grunted.

"Is that all you can say?" Arthur pouted, "We finally see each other again and all I get is 'go easy on me'?"

"Right," Alfred smiled, "I missed you, and I love you."

Arthur frowned, tears coming back.

"Oh God, Alfred can you ever forgive me?" he whimpered, brushing them away.

"What horrible sins have you committed lately?" Alfred laughed.

"I got married," Arthur whimpered laying his head on Alfred's chest, "I didn't want to, I swear, but Francis forced me into it!"

"Never happened," Alfred said.

"What?"

"Did you say 'I do'?" Alfred asked.

"W-well no," Arthur admitted, "But some old man said 'Man and wife'!"

"Man and wife?" Alfred snickered, "But if you didn't say 'I do' than it never happened. Wouldn't you agree, your majesty?"

Arthur sat up and looked behind him. Francis was standing in the doorway.

"A small mistake that I intend to fix," Francis sniffed, "But first,"-he raised his sword-"to the death!"

"No," Alfred said, "to the pain."

"I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase," Francis said.

"Then I'll explain, and I'll use small words so that even you can understand, you frog faced buffoon," Alfred smirked.

"That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me," Francis looked genuinely shocked.

"It won't be the last. To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists. Next your nose-"

"And then my tongue I suppose," Francis cut in, "I killed you too quickly the last time. A mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight."

"I wasn't finished," Alfred scolded, "The next thing you will lose will be your left eye followed by your right-"

"And then my ears, I understand," Francis broke in again, "Let's get on with it."

"WRONG!" Alfred shouted, "Your ears you keep, and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, 'Dear God! What is that thing,' will echo in your perfect ears. That is what to the pain means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever."

"I think you're bluffing," Francis said, though his eyes said otherwise.

"It's possible, frog," Alfred smirked, "I might be bluffing. It's conceivable, you miserable, vomitous mass, that I'm only lying here because I don't have the strength to stand. But, then again... perhaps I have the strength after all."

He slowly pulled himself up, and pointed his sword at Francis' chest.

"Drop. Your. Sword."

Francis' sword hit the ground with a clatter.

"Have a seat," Alfred ordered, motioning towards a chair.

Francis did so.

"Tie him up," Alfred said to Arthur, "Make the ropes as tight as you like."

Arthur smiled, and did as Alfred said, making sure that Francis was as uncomfortable as possible.

Just then, Antonio stumbled in. He looked around and got a fair grasp on the situation.

"Is Ivan with you?" Alfred asked.

Antonio shook his head.

"Okay then."

Alfred stumbled a bit and clung to one of the bedposts.

"Help him," Antonio said to Arthur.

"Why does Alfred need help?" Arthur asked, helping Alfred up.

"Because he has no strength," Antonio informed him.

"I knew he was bluffing!" Francis cried triumphantly, "I knew it!"

Antonio flicked his still blood-stained sword at Francis' face.

"Do you want me to finish the job?" he asked coldly.

"No," Alfred shook his head, "I want him to live knowing that we got away."

"Antonio!" a voice called from outside, "Antonio!"

The three went over to a window, to see Ivan standing in the courtyard, four white horses in tow.

"There you are!" Ivan smiled upon seeing his friend, "I was just in the prince's stable, and look what I found! Four horses, one for each of us, if we found Prince Arthur. Hello, Prince Arthur!"

Arthur smiled and waved at the giant.

"We'll be there in a minute, Ivan!" Antonio called.

"No need," Ivan said, "I'll catch you!"

"Ladies first?" Alfred said to Arthur, motioning to the window.

"You git," Arthur frowned, smacking Alfred's arm.

Alfred laughed, a loud clear laugh. It was enough to make Arthur's face flush bright red.

Turning with a 'hmph', he jumped from the window.

True to his word, Ivan caught him, and set him down on one of the horses' backs.

Antonio stepped up to the windowsill, and turned to Alfred.

"You know, I've been in the revenge business for so long, I don't know what I'm going to do with myself," he said, smiling.

"Have you ever thought of piracy?" Alfred asked, "Because I think you'd make a great Dread Pirate Roberts."

Antonio shrugged, and then let himself fall.

Alfred smiled, and jumped as well.

As the sun rose, our four heroes knew they were safe.

Alfred and Arthur couldn't have been happier, because for the first time in either of their lives, they were truly is said that there are only five kisses that are considered to be the most passionate, the most pure.

The one they shared was most definitely passionate, but it was nothing close to pure…

~Fin~

Now, I'm sure you're thinking, 'That can't be it!'

And you'd be right.

Arthur and Alfred managed to get married, and they settled on a small farm, similar to the one where they had met, far out of Francis' reach. The two lived out their lives together, blissfully in love.

Antonio took up the mantle of the Dread Pirate Roberts in Alfred's stead, with Ivan as his first mate.

Ivan apparently knocked Gilbert on the head so hard that he forgot who he was. He remembered that he was awesome, of course. But he ended up finding shelter with Ludwig and Feliciano, and he and Ludwig became as close as brothers.

Even Francis ended up happy. After someone found him and cut him loose, his first instinct was to hunt both Arthur and Alfred down, but a meek stable boy managed to convince him not to. Francis became rather attached to the man, whose name was Matthew, and they ended up marrying, and were both very happy together.

~Kay, I mean it this time~

What did you think? I couldn't help but put in some FruCan. I love them so! Thank you for putting up with my story for this long, I really hope you liked the way it ended!