Title: Hetalia Apartments

Pairings: America/England, America/Unknown, Germany/Italy

America has already met his true love and is bound and promised to her, but she's a distant memory now and he just can't remember her name...will returning to Hetalia apartments help him remember? Will he find his dream girl and live happily ever after like he promised?

Or has this mystery girl got competition for America's heart...

Epilogue

"Merry Christmas America." England murmured softly, glancing tiredly up at the man he was cuddled against. America slowly opened his eyes, smiling adoringly at his lover, tightening his arms around England's bare shoulders. England grinned, letting his hand rest against America's chest, teasingly trailing his fingers across his soft skin. America mumbled approvingly, lightly stroking up and down England's arm, his hand gently brushing against England's bracelet.

"Thanks babe." America said softly, yawning slightly, rolling over onto his side to face the Brit, "You sleep well?"

England nodded, snuggling closer to the American, "Yeah, did you?"

"Sure did...come here you." he purred softly, pulling the Brit close by the waist, pressing their lips together in a deep kiss.

England smiled against his lips, kissing him back briefly before pulling away, "...I still can't believe you wouldn't let me buy you a present last night."

America smiled, stretching back in the Brit's bed, "I told you, I didn't want anything...besides, you are my present."

England laughed, going slightly red, "You're making me sound like a prostitute."

"Aww England you're not a prostitute...I don't have to pay to sleep with you." he said, smirking slightly.

England glared at him, going red, "Shush you, or you won't get that privilege ever again."

"Like hell I won't." America said, laughing slightly as he rolled on top of the Brit, pressing his lips to the side of his neck.

England giggled slightly as America's hair tickled his neck, "Get off me you." he muttered, trying to push America off but he simply grabbed hold of the Brit's wrists, pinning him down, England squirmed underneath him, trying to roll out of the bed.

"You're not going anywhere..." America growled against England's neck, sliding his hands down to the Brit's waist.

"America..." England moaned softly, trying once more to free himself before giving up and letting America do what he pleased, "We've got to get up, it's Christmas! Everyone's going to be waiting for us downstairs..."

"I don't care..." America breathed against England's ear, hot breath cascading down his skin as he softly kissed along his neck and jaw line. "The guys can wait..."

"Oh no we can't." Germany's voice came from doorway, America groaned in annoyance, reluctantly climbing off his lover, yet still keeping his arms wrapped tightly around him.

"How long were you stood there Germany?" England asked, cringing in embarrassment.

"Long enough, now get up, Italy und Romano want to open their presents." Germany said, going to leave, "Oh und by the way." Germany muttered, turning back to face them, "Last night I could hear the two of you going at it like wild rabbits, would you mind keeping the volume down next time?"

England blushed deeply, hiding his face in America's chest as the American laughed, giving Germany a thumbs up sign as he left, rolling his eyes at the two of them. England reached down the side of the bed and grabbed his and America's boxers, tossing the American his before pulling on his own.

England clambered out of bed to get dressed, America stayed put, stretching tiredly in bed as he watched him, "You know..." America muttered softly, tugging on his boxers, "All this now means that you're all mine, and I am not gonna let you go back to your parent's house."

"I know." England smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to the American's forehead, "I wouldn't want to anyway."

Christmas Eve England, America and the guys had finished their Christmas shopping together before they made their way back to Hetalia. England could barely breathe for all the hugs and cuddles he got once he'd been reunited with his friends. When America finally had the chance he had taken the Brit upstairs, where they sat down and confessed everything, told each other how much they loved each other and wanted to be together. They'd come together in a kiss, which soon turned into something more heated ad passionate until they were both lying next to each other in England's bed, embracing tightly. They'd made love that night, America worried England wouldn't feel comfortable with it, and said he was perfectly happy to take things slow. But the Brit was having none of it, he told him they should have been together a long time ago, and he didn't want to wait any longer.

Once they were both dressed America took England's hand and they made their way downstairs to the living room where everyone was already sitting around the living room by the Christmas tree, waiting for them. Italy and Romano were sneakily trying to poke holes in the wrapping paper on their presents to see what they'd got, and Japan was bringing in a plate of freshly baked Christmas cookies for everyone.

"Hey guys." America said cheerily, jumping into an arm chair, pulling England onto his lap.

"Yay America and England are here so we can open presents now!" Italy announced excitedly, dragging the biggest present towards him, tearing at the colourful paper. Romano soon followed suit, as did Japan, but with much less violence.

Germany watched with amusement as Italy pulled the paper off his remote control rocket, screaming with delight as he tried desperately to rip open the box. Romano was doing the same with his roller blades, trying to pull them on as quickly as was physically possible.

"Hey calm down kids." America said, laughing slightly, wrapping his arms around the Brit's waist.

"America this is amazing grazie!" Italy beamed, waving the rocket around in the air, laughing happily.

"Oh wow, thank you England." Japan smiled, holding up the icing pen he'd received from the Brit, "I shall use it to decorate those cupcakes I've been making."

England smiled, gently pushing America away as he tried to nibble on his neck, "You're welcome, your food is always amazing Japan."

"Look at me!" Romano laughed, pushing past Italy as he stumbled and sped around the room in his roller blades, knocking into the coffee table.

America smirked slightly, leaning into the Brit, muttering softly into his ear, "How could you possibly have wanted to spend Christmas at home and miss all this?"

"I know...I don't know what I was thinking." England said softly, curling up on the American's lap.

"...how unexpected." France muttered, smirking slightly at the fourth bottle of wine he'd opened, "You do realise my Christmas presents never last more than a few days oui?"

"Germany..." Italy said softly after he'd finally calmed down, sidling up to the German on the sofa, a poorly wrapped, odd shaped parcel in his hands, "Merry Christmas."

Germany smiled softly, taking the present from the boy, "Thank you Italy." he carefully unwrapped it, taking extra care to peel off all the sellotape (and there was a lot of it) before folding open the paper to reveal a mismatched, wonky shaped green knitted scarf. Germany lifted it up, holding it out in front of him, his smile deepening.

Italy rubbed the back of his neck anxiously, "I know it's not perfect, Hungary was teaching me to knit but I didn't learn properly before she left, but I did the best I could."

Germany slowly shook his head, holding out his arms, "I love it Italy, thank you."

"Ve..." Italy smiled, climbing into the German's arms, holding him close for a few moments, much longer than a friendly hug should be. When they finally broke apart the Italian skipped happily back to the tree to resume opening presents, Germany wrapped the wonky scarf around his neck, sighing slightly, eyes shifting about uncomfortably.

America looked at him curiously, "Dude you okay?"

"Ja...I'm fine." Germany muttered, thumbs twiddling together anxiously.

"Did you forget to get Italy a present?" England whispered softly.

Germany shook his head, "It's not that, I just...I'm worried mein present to him might not be so readily accepted..."

America looked confused and was about to say something before Italy jumped up, grabbing Germany's arm, "Germany I want to play with my rocket! Will you help me put the batteries in it?"

"Ja sure." Germany said softly, taking Italy into the kitchen to find some batteries and a screwdriver.

Italy jumped up onto the table, swinging his legs happily, "Do you really like the scarf Germany?"

Germany nodded, pulling out a screwdriver from the kitchen draw, "Ja, it means a lot to me Italy..."

Italy tilted his head to the side, "Really?"

Germany nodded, looking over at the Italian, going slightly red, "Ja...it means a lot to me because you made it for me."

Italy beamed, giggling slightly, "Grazie Germany!"

Germany smirked slightly, placing the screwdriver down by the rocket, "Do you urm...want your gift now?"

"Sì!" Italy beamed, holding out his hands expectantly.

Germany smiled slightly, still looking slightly anxious as he delved into his pocket for a small leather box, "Well it's...really a present for both of us..."

"Ve?" Italy looked at him curiously, taking the box from him, gently creaking it open, staring at what was inside, "Germany..." he gazed up at the German, mouth hanging open slightly in shock.

Germany ran his hand across the back of his head, avoiding the Italian's eyes, "Ja...I just...Italy I know that we're, you know...promised to each other...but sometimes I look at you und think that you don't believe me, or you worry that I won't keep that promise...I thought you might need more than words, so I got these for us to wear..." he said softly, taking out one of the gold bands, gently sliding it onto Italy's left hand.

Italy bit his lip, eyes welling up slightly as he did the same to the German with the other ring, "Germany..."

Germany smiled softly, gently kissing the back of his hand, "If we wear these, it'll show to everyone exactly how we feel about each other."

"You mean...you don't want to keep it a secret anymore?"

Germany smirked slightly, "Italy everyone pretty much already knows...but at least this way it's official that we're together...even if not physically."

"Until my eighteenth birthday." Italy said, slipping his arms around the German's neck.

"Ja..." Germany murmured, eyes dragging themselves away from the Italian's to gaze at his soft lips, heart hammering nervously in his chest, Germany took a deep breath, muttered softly, "May God forgive me for this..." before leaning down and catching the Italian's lips with his own, letting his eyes flutter closed as he got his first taste of absolute heaven. Italy moaned softly against the German's lips, shivering slightly as Germany's strong arms wound their way around his waist, hitching him up onto his chest. Germany purred softly against Italy's lips, clutching at the back of his shirt, softly suckling on the Italian's bottom lip.

"Whoa dude..."

Germany sighed, pulling away softly; glancing over his shoulder at America and England, one eyebrow raised, "Oh like this is some big surprise..." he muttered rolling his eyes, helping Italy down from the table.

Italy beamed, leaning into the German's chest, "Germany...can we do that again?"

Germany blushed slightly, running his fingers through the Italian's hair, "Ask me again in four years Italy..." he said softly, tugging him back into the living room, remote control rocket forgotten.

England smirked slightly, shaking his head, "Honestly, those two are ridiculous."

"You know about them as well?"

"America, you'd have to be a dimwit not to know about Germany and Italy." he said, shaking his head, leaning back against the table.

America smiled, slipping his arms around the Brit's waist, pressing his body into his, "You calling me a dimwit?"

"I might be..." England muttered, raising an eyebrow, "What's it to you?"

"Well maybe I don't like being called names..."

"You weren't complaining last night." England said with a smirk, pressing the tip of America's nose.

America laughed slightly, pressing his lips to the Brit's, "That's my new all time favourite thing that you say."

England pouted slightly, "How about...I love you?"

America smiled, pressing his lips to the Brit's forehead, "...that too."

"Merry Christmas America."

"Merry Christmas England."

~4 years later~

"Happy birthday to Italy and Romano...happy birthday to you!" everyone sang, stringing out the last notes before the Italian brothers leaned forward at the table, blowing at the candles on their eighteenth birthday cake until each little flame was extinguished.

England smiled, applauding with everyone else, "What do you boys want to do now? We could go down to a pub and get you your first legal drink." Romano seemed keen, but Italy wasn't listening. The whole day had been leading up to this moment, from the second he woke up as a legal adult to the last moment when he blew out those candles...symbolising the end of his childhood, the end of waiting.

The second Austria took the cake away from the table to cut in the kitchen the Italian was up on his feet. He leapt onto the table, racing across it to the other end where Germany was sat opposite him, throwing himself into the German's chest, toppling him down to the floor with a crash. Germany gasped out, staring up at the Italian, laughing slightly, "Wow urm...hallo Italy."

Italy beamed, "I've been waiting for this for so long..." he growled, pressing his lips hard against the German's, kissing him deeply, eyes rolling back in his head at the absolute bliss. It was even better than he remembered from all those years ago. Germany blushed heavily, aware of everyone watching them as he and Italy embraced and kissed on the floor of the dining room.

"...or you could do that." England muttered awkwardly, looking away, America laughing beside him.

"Well urm..." Germany muttered, smirking slightly as the Italian finally pulled away, "I...I was going to ask you on a date but this works too..."

Italy grinned getting to his feet, tugging the German up from the floor, "Dates come later...I want you to come now if you know what I mean."

Germany stared at him, going bright red, France snorted slightly, shaking his head. If Romano hadn't been so preoccupied trying to get his own boyfriend to stop feeding him cake, a young man he'd met when he started college called Spain, he would have protested the German lifting his little brother into his arms and carrying him upstairs to his bedroom.

"How sweet." Hungary said, smiling softly, helping herself to some cake, "I guess the party will be postponed until further noticed then."

"Oui, four years of built up sexual tension will take a while to deal with." France said, smirking slightly.

"Four years of what?" Romano looked up, eyes widening, he'd always joked about Italy crushing on the German, but in actuality was completely oblivious to their love, even the rings that they still wore hadn't given it away.

"I still reckon we're the best couple around here." America muttered softly, pressing a kiss to England's neck.

England smiled, ruffling the American's blond hair, "Oh yeah? Where's my ring then?"

"England don't be such a girl." America teased, "Besides, I promised I'd marry someone else remember?"

"Oh yes ha ha." England drawled, rolling his eyes, "When's that wedding?"

America smirked, "You're not invited."

England laughed, shoving him playfully, "Arse."

America grinned, pulling the Brit close, "Love you."

England shook his head fondly, softly pecking his lips, "Love you too...jerk."

~The End~

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