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"But Looooooovi—"

"No. Nonno is coming today, and you have to be here."

"But what is the old bastard's birthday other than another year of not dying?"

Lovi put a hand on her hip and gave him a look.

Antonio sighed. "Sí, sí, lo siento. But why does he have to come to our house? Why not Feli's?"

"Feli and her potato are coming over today, too."

"But why are we all celebrating at our house?"

"Nonno probably just wants to check on you."

"Again?! I retired from piracy over four years ago! We have a tomato farm! Why doesn't he trust me still?"

Lovi gave him another look. "Are you really all that fucking surprised, idiota?"

"No…"

"Then stop your whining, bastard. And I'll expect your best damn behavior in front of Nonno," Lovi said.

"Only if I get a kiss~"

Lovi blushed. "Wh-what?"

Antonio grinned. "If I get a kiss from my lovely Lovi, then I'll behave around your Nonno."

Lovi blushed more. "…Fine."

He smiled and kissed his Lovi.

"Ew, mamma and papá are being gross!"

Antonio turned. There were their two twin boys (now almost five~), Giulio and Aurelio.

Giulio nodded in agreement at his brother's statement.

Antonio chuckled and wrapped an arm around Lovi's waist. "Don't worry. We'll stop. So, what did you two want?"

Giulio beamed. "¡Un tomate!"

Aurelio smacked Giulio on the back of his head. "It's un pomodoro!"

Lovi picked them both up and held each on one hip. "Either way, it's still delicious."

Giulio smiled happily and Aurelio pouted.

Antonio beamed at Lovi and their two sons (he always got so happy when he saw them~). Aurelito looked just like his mamá and Giulito, other than having a hair curl (and the old bastard's name), was just like his papá~.

He turned towards the door at the pitter-patter of small feet. "¿Qué pasó, Isabela?" (She was only three~).

She rubbed at her eye with the back of her hand. "'Relio and Giulio were loud…" She yawned. "…Chigi."

Antonio picked her up. "You were already going to wake up soon."

"But my siesta…" Isabela whined.

"You can take an extra-long one tomorrow, ¿sí?" He placed a kiss on the top of her head and she nodded sleepily.

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Matthew sighed. His husband and (adopted) son Fritz were arguing. Again.

"Nein, I think I'm more awesome. Kesese~"

"No way, Vati! I'm definitely more awesome!" The three-and-a-half year old (so he insisted) stared determinately up at the albino.

Gilbert raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Why is that?"

"'Cause I'm a mix of you and papa, so that makes me more awesome." He nodded once.

"Kesesesese~ I'm still not so sure, Fritz. Birdie and I are both awesome, but we're different types of awesome, so they don't necessarily add up to make you more awesome than the awesome me."

"I'm still more awesome," Fritz said.

"Oh yeah?" Gilbert asked (Matthew could see the glint in his eye that said he was only teasing). "Then prove it."

Fritz scrunched up his face in concentration as he thought of a way to test their awesomeness. His face lit up. "Race you to Onkle Anton's!" And then he dashed off towards the house that Matthew could see off in the distance.

Gilbert, of course, grinned and ran after him.

Matthew continued on at a normal pace. He could see Gilbert constantly changing his speed (so that he never got too far in front or behind of Fritz) and little Fritz was running as hard as he absolutely could.

When Matthew finally reached the house, Fritz and Gilbert were leaning against the door and catching their breath.

"I won," Fritz panted. "So I'm more awesome."

Gilbert shook his head. "We tied. So we're equally awesome."

Fritz thought for a few moments. "Fine, but I'm not done growing yet, so I'm not done getting more awesome, either!"

Gilbert laughed. "Ja, ja."

The door opened and Antonio smiled at them. "Hola, I'm glad you could make it! Gil, Matthew, Fritz." He lowered his voice. "I needed someone around who wouldn't automatically agree with the old bastard."

Gilbert tilted his head to the side. "What about Ludwig?"

Antonio gave him a look. "Around Feli?"

Gilbert nodded. "I see your dilemma. But have no fear, the awesome me is here! Where's the beer?"

"Gil…" Matthew said.

"Kesesesese, just a joke, Birdie!"

Matthew rolled his eyes and came inside with the other three. He looked down at Fritz, who had stopped moving. "What's wrong?"

The little boy looked up at him quickly. "Nothing!"

"Friedrich…"

"Nothing, I promise! I'm too awesome to have anything wrong. …But…"

Matthew kneeled down to his level. "But?"

Fritz blushed a tiny bit. "But who's that?" He pointed at someone across the room.

Matthew looked. It was a little brown-haired girl about Fritz's age. "That's Isabela."

"No way!" Fritz protested. "Isabela's this big!" He held his hand out as low as he could without crouching. "Like that one." He gestured to the little baby in Feli's arms.

Matthew sighed. "You've grown since you last saw her, yes?"

Fritz nodded.

"Then she's grown, too. That's definitely Isabela," Matthew said.

Fritz thought for a few seconds. "Fine."

Antonio (it felt strange for Matthew to no longer call him Captain) came over. "Fritz? Would you like to go play with Isabela?"

His eyes widened and his cheeks turned a little pink. He shook his head vigorously.

"Aw, why not?" Antonio asked. "Her brothers are too busy getting stories out of their nonno, so she has no one else to play with. Why don't you go play with her, at least for a little while?"

Still blushing, Fritz nodded slowly. "Only 'cause I'm awesome." And then he nervously shuffled over to Isabela.

Antonio laughed.

"Matthew!" Nonno called out. "Come over here! I haven't spoken to you at all yet."

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Lovina leaned over to Antonio as she watched her beautiful little daughter play with Matthew and Gilbert's son. "This is all your fault, idiota."

"Hm? What is?" he asked.

"That," she said, looking pointedly at Isabela and the boy. "If we had given her a good Italian name, she wouldn't have a crush on a potato."

Antonio looked at her. "What's so bad about her having a tiny little crush on Fritz? I think it's cute~"

"Cute? What's so cute about that? It's completely the Spanish name's fault."

He looked at her with widened eyes. "So you don't like Spanish names?"

Lovina's face flared. "I-I… N-no, but… I-it just doesn't safeguard her like an Italian name would!"

Antonio chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. "It's only the difference of one letter, mi vida."

She could still feel her cheeks burning. "That one letter makes a big difference! And it's your fault."

Antonio chuckled again. "Of course it is."

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Ludwig held his infant daughter Elisa as Feliciana continued to babble to Sir Giulio, who managed to keep both Aurelio and the younger Giulio on his lap despite their bickering.

"Vee, Nonno, whatever happened to Sadiq?"

"He got married, I think, sometime last year… probably." Sir Giulio wordlessly stopped the twin brothers from fighting.

"That's great, ve! To whom?"

Sir Giulio stopped to think. "I don't really remember. She had brown hair, I think? Or was it silver…?"

"Nonno! You have to remember these things, vee," Feliciana chided.

"I do?" he asked.

"Yes, vee, you do!"

"Why should I remember things like that when I have much more interesting and important things to remember about i miei nipotini?" Sir Giulio asked.

Ludwig shifted his attention away from their conversation when his bruder came over. "Ja?"

"Was? I just came over to talk to you, Lutz, and little…" His brother stopped and looked at the brown-haired, blue-eyed girl in Ludwig's lap.

"Elisa," Ludwig said. "And don't call me that."

"Why not, Lutz? It's fun. Kesesesese~"

Ludwig's eyebrow twitched. "Stop."

Gilbert laughed again and walked off.

"I want lots and lots of children, veee~"

Ludwig sighed. He's heard this before. He shifted Elisa in his lap. "One is plenty."

Sir Giulio looked at him. "Why is that?"

Feliciana turned and looked at him as well. "Veeee, why not, Luddy?"

Ludwig steeled himself. "A large amount of effort goes into caring for Elisa as it is, and it will only become more difficult as she gets older."

Feliciana pouted. "Please, Ludwig?"

No! He won't give in! Ludwig continued to look at Feliciana evenly for a few moments. But, despite his best efforts, Ludwig turned away with a slight blush on his cheeks. "We might have a second child… maybe."

Feliciana cheered and clapped her hands together excitedly.

Ludwig sighed and looked down at Elisa. She looked back up at him with (what seemed to be) an understanding expression.

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For Giulio, life was quite good. The pirate bastard hasn't (seemed to) become any more of a bastard, Agostino, Ottavio, and their sister Floriana (all three of whom he adopted a few years ago when their parents died) were doing well, Lovina, Feliciana, and Matthew seemed to be happy, and all of their own children were absolutely precious.

They were all currently crowded around an overly full table and finishing their dinner. Feliciana was simultaneously holding Elisa and hanging off of Ludwig's arm, who was receiving a death glare from Lovina, who the pirate bastard was cheerfully talking at. Isabela had gotten tired and was now sleeping against Fritz's shoulder, which made the little boy stiffen up and blush. Floriana (who was such a shy girl) was talking quietly to Matthew and Gilbert told dramatic stories to Ottavio, Agostino, Aurelio, and Giulio (apparently Lovina had worked very hard to convince the pirate bastard to name him so).

"You were a pirate?" little Giulio exclaimed at what Gilbert said. "That's so cool! I want to be a pirate when I get older, too."

"No, you don't," the elder Giulio said.

"Yes I do," the younger one said.

"You most definitely do not," the elder responded.

"Why not?" the younger asked.

"Just trust your bisnonno on this," the elder said. Giulio took another sip of his coffee. Life now was indeed quite good.

A/N: And it's finally done! (I'm not quite sure whether to be happy or sad)

For those of you who want to know (slightly) more specifically what had happened in the years between the last chapter and this one, here you go:

Once Giulio left, the crew of El Tomatoro continues relatively normal operations. Antonio and Lovina, Ludwig and Feli, and Gilbert and Matthew all get marry within the first two years or so (with varying levels of complaint on Giulio's (and Lovina's) part). When Lovina becomes pregnant, Antonio is both completely overjoyed and completely worried (more along the lines of having a major panic attack) about what could happen to Lovina and their little 'tesoro' while he is still an infamous pirate captain, so he resigns and acquires a tomato farm. Feli complains about not being able to see her sorella enough and Ludwig (knowing fully well what that could entail) also resigns and they live within a few miles of Antonio and Lovina. Gilbert continues as captain for another year or so, but when Ivan almost sinks him, again, he also resigns in order to keep his Birdie safe. Lars inherits the captainship. One day, Gilbert comes across an abandoned, newborn infant. He takes him home saying, "Your name will be Fritz and you shall be awesome." Matthew doesn't mind (nevermind Arhtur's, Alfred's, and Francis' varying opinions). Sadiq ends up marrying someone (I did not specify so that your own fangirling heart could decide). Adelina still owns her market stall and visits Antonio and Lovina occasionally. Giulio keeps in contact with Agostino, Ottavio, and Floriana, and as soon as he found out they were orphans, he swoops in to become their "Nonno," too. The end, kind of.

But who thinks that even though Antonio completely approves of it now, when Isabela and Fritz are older, he'll become extremely overprotective (and hypocritical)?

Aaaaaaand this epilogue was so fluffy that I started to write about pirate!Rome to counterbalance it in my brain (and let me tell you, pirate!Rome is not fluffy). So, I might end up posting a fic about pirate!Rome in the near-ish future ^-^ (in addition to the Prussia oneshot and the Gakuen!Spamano...)

Thank you so, so much to everyone who has favorited, followed, or reviewed at any point in time! You are all wonderful! And all of your support makes me feel as ecstatic as Romano would be if all of the potatoes in the world were replaced by tomatoes~~