A/N So, this is it, huh? The end of an adventure. Ah, but it was one worth taking, and who knows? Perhaps the start of another one.

I want to thank, everyone, one last time, who read/reviewed/alerted/favourite this story. Thank you to everyone who stuck with me from start to finish, I know who you are; thank you to everyone who thought, 'hey, this might be good' and gave it a try. This story is the most popular LietPol story here to date, and being the LietPol fan that I am, it means a hella lot to me. More than I can say. And it all happened because of you.

So, thank you.

Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Hiramuya. Come What May belongs to Baz Luhrman and Moulin Rouge. I own naught but my own ideas.

On with the show!

Epilogue

Stockholm, Sweden, 2 years later

Toris' eyes fluttered open. The harsh white light from outside burned his retinas, and he hissed, squeezing them shut. He felt around the bed, but no one else was there. Damnit.

Still keeping his eyes closed, he pulled himself out of bed and stumbled over to where he thought the window was. A hand making contact with cool glass confirmed it, and he felt around, looking for the curtains. They were either gone or he wasn't where he thought he was.

Finally giving up the battle, he slowly opened his lids to let his eyes adjust to the blinding white light. When he could finally see, the first sight he was greeted with was great, white snowflakes falling from the sky.

A smile tugged at his lips. Of course. Today was...

Out in the front yard, four figures were dancing around in the snow. Toris watched them for a few minutes, before one caught sight of him in the window, waving his arms frantically and mouthing 'Come down here!'

Slipping a housecoat on over his pyjamas and sliding into his slippers, he made his was down past the sparkling tree in the living room, past his mom making hot chocolate in the kitchen, and out the front door, where he immediately had to duck from a projectile snowball.

"Oops! Sorry, Toris!" A young voice called. "I meant to hit Raivis!"

"Always a pleasure, Peter," Toris mumbled, combing a hand through his hair. "What are you guys doing?"

"Having a snowball fight!" yelled Peter happily, before he was ploughed in the face with a giant snowball. "ACK!"

Loud, golden laughter echoed across the driveway, and Toris followed the sound of it to see him, doubled over in laughter, tears of malice leaking from his catlike, green eyes.

"Like, oh, my God! Your face, Peter! Oh, I wish you could have seen it, you look sooo funny!"

Suddenly, the blond caught sight of Toris, and a glad cry escaped his lips. "Liet!" He shrieked, dashing (as well as a person can dash in waist deep snow) towards him. Laughing, he reached up, and Toris grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the snow and up onto the step and into his arms.

"Merry Christmas, Feliks."

"Like, merry Christmas, Liet."

Their lips met, and Toris delighted in how cold the others' were. For a moment, he wondered how life had come to this; that he could kiss Feliks in broad daylight in front of everyone and no one would even care.

"EW, what are you guys doing? No one wants to see that! PDA score four!"

Well, almost anyone.

"Shut up Peter!" snarled Feliks, promptly attacking Peter by jumping on him and burying him under the snow, ignoring Toris' yelp and Peter's own cries of mercy.

Toris glanced across the street to see Berwald and Tino, their neighbours, sitting out on the deck with steaming mugs. Wrapped snugly in blankets and each other. Toris smiled nervously at them; Berwald could be really scary, but the two merely waved back at them.

Peter resurfaced from the snow. "Mom, Dad, help me!" He called over to them. Tino began to whistle, as though he couldn't see anything. Feliks cackled, and continued his assault.

Toris couldn't help but laugh at the scene. Peter may have been Berwald and Tino's adopted son, but that didn't stop them from delighting in seeing him getting his ass whooped with snowballs.

xXx

"Hey, hey, Liet, can I have that?"

They wandered through the street, the snow crunching pleasantly under their feet. Christmas lights illuminated every window, lighting up the already bright and busy street. Feliks was gasping over almost everything he saw, asking Toris rapid-fire if he could have this and that and this and that and this and that until Toris slapped a hand over his mouth to shut him up.

"Well, I was only asking," he remarked sullenly, pouting.

It may have been Christmas, but Henrietta and Emma were worked at a women's help center and had to be there today, so Feliks and Toris saw it as an opportunity to spend the entire day out and alone, something they hadn't had much time for since moving to Sweden a year and a half ago. What with everyone working full time, Ed graduating, and Raivis finally entering high school, things had been incredibly hectic – but in a pleasant way, Toris felt.

A snowflake landed on his nose, and he brushed it off. When he looked up, Feliks was at another window, his nose pressed up to the glass. "Liet, come look at this!"

Sighing, he made his way over, and looked at what Feliks was looking at. As he caught sight of it, something in his stomach twisted.

A gorgeous, sparkling diamond ring, set against midnight blue velvet. Feliks sighed, and his breath fogged up the glass in front of him. "Oh, Liet, isn't it pretty?"

"Beautiful," he agreed, although his eyes were more focused on the price tag. Good God, that was a lot of money. There was no way in hell any of them would be able to buy it.

Oh, well, he thought. One day.

As he looked out over the street, a familiar face suddenly caught his attention. "Feliks," he hissed, tugging on his jacket. "Feliks, look! Is that-?"

The blond whipped his head around, eyes scanning the crowd, before he caught sight of who Toris was talking about. He gasped. "Omigod, I can't effing believe it. It's-"

They rushed forward, before finally landing right in front of their old chemistry teacher.

He turned, a look of surprise on his face. "Feliks? Toris?" His eyes narrowed. "Is that you two?" They opened in shock. "It is you two! I didn't know you were in Sweden!"

Feliks laughed. "Yeah, we like, moved here after we graduated." He leaned in. "So, like, how's the school been?"

"Oh, boy," he rubbed his temples. "The school has... changed, since you two were there. You started a revolution, you know."

Toris raised his eyebrows. "A revolution?"

"Yes," he sighed, "one where almost half the school came out of the closet this year."

"What?" Feliks cried happily. "Are you like, totally serious?" He laughed. "Oh, that is so cool! Wait, who all came out, I have to know."

He started ticking off names on his fingers. "The star quarterback, Alfred," he began, "The school prefect, Arthur, your friend Kiku, and a whole bunch of kids from the graduating class before you." His cheeks flushed suddenly. "Um, including those infamous three, Francis, Gilbert, and Antonio-"

"Wasn't one of them your brother?" Feliks asked teasingly. Their teacher blushed harder.

"Yes, and – and those Italian twins, they-"

"Hey, Ludwig!"

They turned at the sound of another voice, and another familiar face came bounding into view. He wrapped his arms around Mr Beildschmidt's waist and hugged him tight. "Ve, I just saw the cutest little puppy in the store window! He-" his eyes opened slightly as he caught sight of the other two, standing a little ways away. "Feli? Is that you?"

"Feli!" Feliks shrieked, and in a second they were hugging each other. "Omigod, Feli, it's been so long! I didn't know you were here!"

"Yes. Ve, I'm traveling with Luddy here!" Feliciano cried happily, snaking his arm around the teacher. He sighed, and blushed, but did not complain. Feliks blinked.

"Okay, wait a minute. This is the teacher you had the hots for?"

Toris spoke up. "Mr Beildschmidt, you mean you were gay this whole time?"

"I didn't know I was," he protested weakly. "I... left the school after I found out."

"So, are you like, living here now?" Feliks asked hopefully. But Feliciano shook his head.

"No, we are in Germany right now, but we just came up for Christmas." He grinned. "Although, we'll still be back in time for the Christmas markets, right?"

"So," said Toris, looking carefully at his old teacher. "You left the school. What about our principal?"

"Yeah," Feliks chimed in. "He was Mr Homophobia!"

"Well, he's still there," Ludwig said, "and he's trying to 'purge the school of evil', but he's fighting a losing battle, especially with Miss Elisabeta running the whole thing."

Laughing, their chatter echoed out across the street and into the crisp afternoon air.

xXx

After many promises to keep in touch, Feliks and Toris continued on their way down the street, laughing with each other.

"So, who do you think Alfred went gay for?"

"I'm going to warrant a guess at Arthur."

"Really? I totally would have thought Arthur would get with Francis, but now that you mention it, they did have a lot of sexual tension."

"Mhmm."

They continued walking in silence, fingers intertwined. The sky was already darkening, although it was still early yet.

"Hey, Liet?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you really think that we are the heroes of the school?"

Toris sighed. What Ludwig had told them sounded almost too good to be true, but he didn't put it past Elisa to post the pictures she'd taken of them all over the gay-straight-alliance club walls.

"I don't know, Feliks, but I'd certainly like to think so."

Feliks smiled. "Hey Liet?" he asked again, tugging on Toris' sleeve.

"What?"

"When do I get my Christmas present?"

"...later."

"You said that before, and now it is later! I want my present!"

"All right, all right," Toris laughed. "Learn some patience, O impatient one."

He led Feliks over to a park bench, where he sat down and patted the wood next to him. "Sit." Feliks complied, folding his hands and looking at him expectantly.

Toris chuckled. "All right, hold out your hands and close your eyes."

Feliks looked at him questioningly, but closed his eyes and held out his hands anyway. Toris slipped something out of his pocket and dropped his slowly, letting the silver chain pool in his cupped hands. Feliks opened his eyes and gasped, holding up the pendant in the light.

It was a heart, cit with a line down the middle. On one half, the Polish flag, on the other, the Lithuanian. Feliks turned it over, and on the back was the carved word Lietuva, and directly under it, Polska. Feliks would have recognized it anywhere, the intricately woven letters, it perfectly matched Toris' doodles he used to draw all over his binder.

"Do you remember the day we first met, and you told me you were Polish, and I said I was Lithuanian? And you said that that was so cool?" He smiled, and tears filled up in Feliks' eyes. "I didn't know what was so cool about it then, but I sure do now."

Feliks threw his arms around his neck, pressing his face into the crook of his neck. "Thank you, Liet," he whispered.

He pulled up, and hastily wiped the tears from his eyes, giggling as he did so. He turned and lifted his hair, and Toris clipped the necklace around his neck. "It suits you," he said softly.

"I love you so much, Liet."

"I do too, Feliks. And I want to stay by your side forever."

Feliks' grin stretched wider. "I think I'd be okay with that?"

"Yeah? Well, good, because I'm never letting you get away."

As they kissed, the sun disappeared, streaking the pink sky with dark blue. The first star shone through, directly above their heads.

"We'll be together forever."

.:THE END:.

OMAKE – FOR ALL MY LOVELY ROCHU FANS OUT THERE

"Hey, Liet, come check this out!"

"What?" Toris walked over to the computer, glancing at what Feliks was looking at while drying a plate. He cringed as he saw Ivan's Facebook page. "Why are you stalking Ivan again?"

"You absolutely have to see this." Feliks pulled up a picture, and Toris nearly dropped the plate he was holding. "Was I right, or was I right?"

There Ivan stood, smiling at the camera, looking a lot happier that Toris had ever seen him, with his arms wrapped around a very disgruntled but no less happy park ranger Mr Wang.

"I told you they would so make a cute couple!" Feliks exploded into laughter, while Toris gaped at the screen.

"I am completely speechless."

"I know, right! It's so hilarious! Apparently, they got together last weekend."

"I don't believe this."

And it says they're going on vacation to..." his voice trailed off. Toris looked at him, fear suddenly in his eyes.

"It says they're going to Stockholm, Sweden."

"..."

"..."

"... Oh, God."

"MR OXENSTIERNA, SAVE US!"