Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, Pokémon, or any of the characters present. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. Pokémon belongs to Nintendo and Satoshi Tajiri.

The terror was nearly palpable. Nine pairs of eyes searched around for the source of the voice. Three shocked cries were able to fill in the others of whose it was.

"Giratina!?"

The laughter continued. It was hollow, fake, and Italy couldn't stop himself from shivering as the rest of the nations huddled closer, making an unwitting ring around him. Wasn't…wasn't Giratina the Dragon so evil that the god of this world had to banish him? He looked frantically for the monster, seeing nothing but expanding shadows surrounding them.

"All of you here…outsiders of time and space…"

Italy gulped. He could see Germany's muscles twitching rapidly, ready to react at the first sign of an ambush. The others were tense too: America and Canada crouching with wings unfolded, China preparing an orb between his paws, Russia bringing forth his claws. Japan was, however, still, sensing the air for Giratina's location. But his expression of creeping horror could only confirm one thing: Giratina could not be tracked.

"Such interesting creatures you humans are. Sturdy, adaptable, just like you said. A nuisance to my brothers…but benefactors to me."

"Look there!" England pointed to the shadows condensing around Germany. The Houndoom leaped back as they closed around the pearl, lifting it high into the air before engulfing it completely. The nations could faintly make out the orb inside the darkness glowing before a portal opened up and swallowed Palkia, dragging his body away into a snowy abyss. Then the Pearl of Space shattered into thousands of tiny pieces, and the shadows receded from the area as the portal dissipated.

"You've let me seal him away and absorb his stone. His kingdom is now mine." The temperature in the cave dropped drastically. Puffs of air could be visibly seen. "And soon…very soon…your world will be mine as well."

"As if we'd ever let that happen!" shouted America, and flapped his wing at the shadows, striking them with Air Cutter. His attack did absolutely nothing. Growling, he challenged the Dragon. "Why don't you just show yourself already!"

"Gladly." Immediately blue auras surrounded the nations, and they found themselves frozen against their will. Italy could do nothing, not even struggle, as the upper half of his body was forced low to the ground into a bow along with most of his friends. The others were fighting their restraints as well, but none could overcome them. Well…not quite. Germany and Japan seemed more able than the rest to resist them. They were still standing if not hunched forward, at least.

"I…can't…move…" China was barely able to get out. The other nations grunted and growled but were otherwise silenced by the force.

"Respect your new Master." They all watched helplessly as the shadows condensed once more, taking form as a monstrous gold and grey dragon with six legs and decaying black wings. Red eyes leered down at them like they were insects, focusing on a few of them in particular. "And you three. Did you expect me to perish under that pitiful attempt of a cave in? Did you think I couldn't see your plan? I let you escape, knowing you'd have to use my stone to return to your world." His gaze shifted over to Japan and Germany. "Even your Dark-type immunity can't protect you from my Psychic. I am too powerful for you humans."

Using his powers, he levitated the Reversal's Spinel lying next to Russia. And then he swallowed it whole, the first true emotion crossing his face as his did so: elated satisfaction. The auras around the nations intensified, and now Germany and Japan were forced into nearly proper bows themselves. The others couldn't move a single finger or claw. "But now…you are my final obstacles. You are too dangerous to let live in this realm. And I shall not let you warn your world of my arrival. We all know what must be done." He dragged two nations forward. "The smallest go first…" Italy and China couldn't do anything as Giratina separated them from the group. They couldn't cry, couldn't even close their eyes, trapped to watch Giratina lift up his front two feet high into the air, ready to smash down on top of them—

"N-N—NO!" A thick stream of fire and a shadowy orb tore in front of Giratina, and the Great Dragon halted. Germany broke free from his bindings, terror and fury fueling his actions as he sprinted and dragged Italy back. Japan was milliseconds behind him, lunging forward to shove China out of harm's way right before the claws could crush them. The Houndoom turned back and glared, livid. "DON'T YOU DARE HURT MY COMRADES!"

"Are you commanding me!?" the Dragon roared, and he re-aimed himself toward the four. Germany unleashed an Inferno, and Japan assisted with Psycho Cut. Their attacks struck Giratina's two front feet, and the beast cried out in pained anger. But his concentration was broken by their assault; the Psychic binding their friends vanished.

They were up and battle ready in an instant. England's blades were extended to their maximum length, and France already had his saber summoned. America, Canada, and Russia went airborne to distance themselves from the others. Italy stepped back, not sure what he could possible do in this situation. "Italy, use Dig and hide," Germany ordered tersely. There was absolutely no way Italy would survive if he remained out in the open; none of them really recovered after the battle against Palkia, so he most of all was in no condition to fight.

But Italy was no fool. "But what about you? You're all hurt too. I can't watch you fight like this—"

"That was an order!" he snapped. Then, more gently, "You can provide us support underground again."

Italy nodded solemnly, dutifully. "Yes sir." He dug on the spot, working his way back beneath the earth.

Germany returned his attention to Giratina when the latter roared. "I offered you a quick death." His body slowly faded from view, his glowing eyes the last to disappear as he melted into the shadows. "Now I won't be as merciful…"

"Crap! Where'd he go!?"

"He can slip between the fabrics of reality," Canada hurriedly explained to America.

China's fur stood on end. "So he's invisible, aru?"

"For now."

Tension so tight that just the wrong breath could snap it, the nations slowly fanned out, keeping their distance from each other. As large as Giratina was the last thing they needed was for him to strike them all in one spot, this Germany understood. From his peripheral he saw France beside and slightly behind him to his right, and to his left Russia was stepping past the hole Italy made; otherwise, everyone inched further away and kept intense watch.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, Germany knew their success in this battle all came down to Italy. Without his Helping Hand none of them had the power to take down Giratina. And England's healing technique, limited in use as it may be, was all they had in terms of quick recovery. But at least England could take care of himself. Germany was more concerned with how to tell Russia to keep watch over Italy's location without alerting the enemy.

It was France who jostled Germany out of his thoughts. "Watch out!" he shouted, raising his saber as he warned the Houndoom. He brought the point down hard, stabbing a slithering thick shadow that had been racing toward Germany's turned back. The other nation leaped back as the shadow hastily retreated.

"Thank you," he uttered, unnerved; Giratina had moved too silently for him to hear.

Giratina slowly rose out of the darkness, chuckling lowly. He was different now, serpentine with six tendril wings and thick spines instead of legs. He swiped at France with one of his wings, the red-tipped spike missing his face by centimeters as the Serperior ducked to the side.

Germany called over his shoulder, "Italy, we'll need your help." Right on cue eight blue links materialized around the nations. Germany couldn't help being impressed and, he'll admit, a bit proud his friend could support all eight of them with his Helping Hand at once. Regretfully, though, that meant they would be draining his energy at an exceedingly faster rate than Italy was used to. He had no idea how long their support could last.

The Great Dragon's eyes narrowed, following where the links connected. He raised a wing, aiming it at the hole Italy was hiding in. "Italy! Run!" The Eevee climbed out of the hole with haste, crying in alarm when the wing pierced straight through the earth a second later. He ran further back in the cave, digging another burrow. At the same time, China used Swift on the Dragon. His attack phased right through his chest without so much as a notice from him. But the stars struck rock, and the explosions from their collision into the wall created a Rock Slide above Giratina. The Great Dragon realized too late what happened, and one of his wings was injured by the falling boulders.

"Gyah!" he roared before locating the perpetrator. Japan and France tried to distract him with Shadow Ball and Energy Ball, respectively, as China retreated several paces back, but Giratina didn't hesitate for a second as he closed in on the Mienshao. Launching spire after spire, he aimed to skewer his target, who barely avoided each strike with dancelike movements. China eventually stumbled, though, landing roughly on hands and knees after one vicious jab. He looked up to see all six tendrils circling around him, blocking any escape.

"I got you!" A white feathery blur zoomed down from above and scooped China out of the enclosure before the wings descended upon him.

"That was too close, aru. Thank you, Canada," China clutched tightly to the Togekiss's feathers. The Canadian smiled before adjusting his flight to soar higher out of Giratina's range. England, Germany, and Russia were doing their best to keep the Dragon from swatting them out of the air. Only when England's Psycho Cut accidently merged with Russia's Dragon Pulse did any significant damage seem to be done to the behemoth. It cried out in outrage.

"This isn't looking good," Canada muttered. China agreed.

"Yeah. We're so tired we can't do any damage unless we combine our attacks, aru." Canada flapped erratically in surprise when America suddenly flew up beside them.

"So you two thinking what I'm thinking?"

Canada nodded. An aura of white energy coated him and China, while one of neon blue cloaked America. Like one they arced toward Giratina, their auras nearly fusing into one sparkling glow as they flew closer and closer together. China leapt straight into the air. The two brothers' flights spiraled seconds before impact, and like a corkscrew they rammed into Giratina's chest, their auras burning, twisting, and slicing his scales. Giratina screeched, balking back only to suffering from China's well-timed Bounce to the back of his neck. He raced down the serpentine body as Giratina recovered.

"You all overestimate yourselves," he hissed. And he knocked the two birds out of the air before swiping China off with one of his tendrils. The Mienshao was saved at the last minute from hitting the ground thanks to Japan, but the other two weren't so lucky. They were bashed even further into the earth by the second Payback, lying sprawled and unable to move. Giratina shifted between dimensions briefly before reappearing in his alternate form. "This is real damage." He raised himself and slammed one of his front claws onto America and Canada's wings, crushing their respective left and right limbs. The bothers howled in agony, and even Italy cried out and curled up in pain when he felt their suffering through the Helping Hand. Unconsciously he let it fade.

"CANADA!"

"AMERICA!"

France and England raised their blades, anger fueling them, and charged at Giratina– England's blades coated with vengeful darkness and France's saber glowing bright and radiant as a fiery sun. The Great Dragon only sneered at them. "Pathetic." He erected a shadowy dome around himself, and the two nations were pushed back by the Protect. But England quickly regained his footing and charged again, unwilling to yield. He didn't even falter when Russia zoomed up behind him and grabbed him, lifting them into a combined Dragon Rush and Night Slash attack. Their hit landed, and Giratina stumbled to two knees.

China rushed over to the hole Italy was hiding in. "Are you alright?" He could hear Italy stir.

"Y-yeah, I think so," he said. His friends must have been seriously injured if the pain was that intense. "How badly were America and Canada hurt?"

China didn't respond immediately. "Broken wings, it seems. Both are conscious but neither can fly. You have to help the others see we can move them out of the way, aru."

"I'll try," uttered Italy, slowly reestablishing the links. It was gut-wrenching to hear them all getting injured and yet being unable to see or do anything about it. Italy trembled as he thought about Germany or Japan getting hurt as badly as Canada and America had.

China looked down sympathetically at the younger nation. "It'll be alright," he told him. "One way or another. We have each other." And he raced back to help England and Russia, both being held at bay from saving the two still within Giratina's reach. Germany and Japan used Flamethrower to try and burn the Great Dragon's face, but he ignored them for the most part, their attacks mostly ineffective. So using the light generated from the flames, France used Solar Beam, hitting Giratina in the eyes and blinding him. He recoiled back and swung wildly at the three with his wing.

"Now! Hurry!" Their distraction was just enough time for England, Russia, and China to save America and Canada. They dragged them to safety—Russia taking care not to damage America's wing further as China and England carried Canada—and England immediately turned his attention to healing them.

"Let me as well," France hurried over to them, and England included him in his Pain Split.

China turned his head, spotting Japan signaling to him, and he nodded right back. He aimed an Aura Sphere at Giratina's head, it passing through him again and hitting the rocks above to create another Rock Slide. The Great Dragon wouldn't fall for the same trick twice, and he slipped between reality to dodge. When he reemerged he was instantly hit by Japan's Shadow Ball from below, and Russia joined in from behind with Ice Beam.

Giratina let out an echoing bellow. The Hyper Voice blasted everyone back, rendering most to cover their ears in pain. "I shall not allow you to best me like you have my brothers." He stamped the floor with his claws. Heated energy erupted from the trembling ground.

"What is—ah!" Everything was hot, and the earth around Italy was collapsing. "Germany! What's—?" The entrance to his hole crumpled inward, hard earth and rocks trapping him underground. "Germany!"

But his friend couldn't help. He and the others were too busy trying to avoid the geysers of Earth Power springing up around them all. Only when he saw the blue disappear from around him did he look back to find Italy's tunnel missing. "Italy!? GAH!" He was hit, consumed by the burning energy.

"Hang on!" Russia swooped low and knocked him out of the pillar of heat with his tail. Germany was tossed to the ground; he rolled several feet before coming to a stop near America.

"I have not forgotten you," growled Giratina before releasing a thin red bolt of lightning at the Dragonite.

"Ngh!" Russia was frozen midflight. He fell to the ground, landing heavily and painfully on his side, nearly snapping his wing in the process. Giving little warning after, Giratina used the same attack on all the others. Germany grunted when he was struck, more out of rage than pain. They had all been left paralyzed by the Thunder Wave. His eyes widened when he saw a bright light emanating from their enemy's chest. Dread filled him when a low chuckle followed soon after.

"My power is finally restored. Now I have truly returned." Giratina raised his head toward the sky, summoning forth dark clouds. Germany could only close his eyes and brace himself as best he could for the imminent attack.

Italy, meanwhile, was struggling to dig himself out of his own tunnel. Remembering his escape while in Mt. Gold, he combined his Quick Attack and Dig to claw his way to the surface. Unfortunately, it wasn't as simple as digging straight up; Italy had to go at a slight angle or he'd risk the earth falling in on him. Please be alright, everyone, he prayed internally. Then, without warning, there were several tremendous booms and earth shaking pummels against the ground. Italy froze in his tracks, horror overcoming him as bits of soil fell around.

No…please no…

Faint but recognizable footsteps could be felt, and Italy let out the shaky breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Giratina was walking– was it toward his friends? Was he going after Germany? Japan?

Italy swiftly picked up his pace, racing as fast he could underground to wherever Giratina was heading. Judging by the vibrations, the footsteps weren't that far away. But Giratina was huge, and Italy felt he'd never reach in front of him in time.

The walking ceased. Italy could tell he was maybe a couple feet away from reaching the surface. Just a little more! He was almost there– he could practically see Giratina ready to strike the nation before him. He needed to save them. He decided to risk a cave in, digging straight up. Almost there! The earth was thinning, getting softer. He could hear a voice, a muffled roar. He was almost—

The earth caved inward, as did the body of the person directly above Italy. A gust of wind washed overhead, and Italy could hear the distinct clack of teeth snap above them. "What!?" Italy cowered when he saw the massive claw hover over the hole. Using Tackle, he quickly pushed the body further down the tunnel before Giratina jammed his claw into the hole, desperate to scoop them out.

Italy sighed, safe, and was finally able to see whom he saved.

"England?" The Gallade was knocked out cold. Italy started to shake him. "England, please get up."

"…nngh…" It felt like forever before England began to stir.

"Hurry! Get up!" Italy continued shaking him, and finally the Brit squinted his eyes open.

"…Wha…where am I?"

"Quick, use that move from before; the move that healed you." England groaned again before tiredly lifting a hand up. Italy placed his paw against it and felt the sharp sting of shared pain. He nearly skittered back but reminded himself he needed to do this for England. When it was over he was left panting.

"Thanks, Italy." England sounded much better, able to lift his upper torso now.

"N-no problem," huffed the Eevee. He forced himself to stand tall. "How do we help the others? I won't be able to dig to all of them in time."

England gritted his teeth, flinching when Giratina's latest attempt to catch them shook the ground and made rubble trickle on top of them. He got to his hands and knees. "Think you can distract him?" When Italy stared at him with wide eyes he added, "Just long enough for me to use Pain Split again. Even with your energy it's not enough to revive the others. I'll need to get close to Giratina to steal some of his."

"But he'll kill you if he sees you."

"I know, so do a good job." The ground shook again, this time followed by a roar and heavy footsteps leaving them. "Let's hurry."

Italy gulped then he crawled his way out of the safety of his tunnel. He peeked his head out. The Eevee gasped– Giratina must have lost interest in him and was now focused on crushing an unconscious Russia. Italy rushed out, using Quick Attack to run to the other end of the cavern. "O-over here!" he shouted. "You want me, d-don't you?" The Great Dragon paused, looking over his shoulder, claw still hovering over the Russian.

"Worry not– I shall deal with you next." He started to bring his foot down.

"No! Stop!" On the last word he accidentally released a Shadow Ball. It struck squarely between Giratina's wings, and he whirled around, enraged. Forsaking Russia, he flew after Italy.

"Then I will grant you your wish for an early death." Italy yelled, scooting back to against the wall. When Giratina was only feet upon him he used Quick Attack to escape, dashing beneath him. Giratina snarled and fired a Dragon Pulse. It struck the ground beside Italy, and the blast knocked him off his paws. Italy could do nothing as Giratina was over him almost immediately. He raised a claw and slammed it down; Italy ducked and rolled, barely evading it.

"Ngh!" With a jerk, Giratina searched behind him. He growled when he spotted England holding tight to his back leg, the latter mostly out of the hole he'd stayed in until the two had passed over him. "You pests!" He raised his tail, and England stiffened at the sight. But Giratina turned, twisting around to whip an off-guard Italy with Dragon Tail.

"Italy!" shouted England, but he was soon kicked off Giratina by his other hind leg. Though battered, he landed not far from Germany and America. He hurried to use Pain Split, offering both of them some of the energy he took from Giratina. "There's no time to explain– Italy's in trouble, and I have to help the others."

"I'll cover for you," nodded America, rising a bit slower than Germany. His left wing still ached incredibly, but he'd have to deal with it for the time being. As Germany raced to check on Italy, America swung his right wing down. His Air Slash connected with Giratina's leg, and the Great Dragon stumbled. When he located America and charged at him, the Braviary used Air Slash again on his wing. Giratina fell, unable to stay airborne when his wing buckled.

"Got him!"

Germany was able to get past the fallen beast and snatched Italy by the collar before returning to where England was now healing Canada and Japan. "Italy, can you say something?" The Eevee coughed, shaking himself.

"Sorry for disobeying," he smiled weakly. Germany blinked before letting out a relieved sigh.

"Italy…" Italy couldn't have given England enough energy to revive the others by himself, and there was no way England could have gotten close to Giratina to steal his energy without help. He smiled. "No, you were incredible. You saved us."

America's shout drew their attention. "Not that I can't handle this myself, but a little back up would be nice right about now!" Giratina was rushing toward him again, and America couldn't generate attacks quickly enough to keep him at bay. Italy linked him with Helping Hand, and Germany leaped forward to assist. He let his tail glow and ran ahead, hitting the Great Dragon with Iron Tail along his flank. He retreated back before Giratina could retaliate.

"Thanks dudes." The three of them felt a tiny bit relieved when they heard Russia, the last to be revived, thanking England.

It was Canada who noticed it. "He's about to use Ominous Wind!" The nations gathered close together, and England erected a barrier just as the Dragon flapped his wings. The dark gales that pummeled into the shield seemed to howl with fury, and the others from Canada's group could tell this was far stronger than the times Giratina used this move before.

England grunted, struggling against the force of the shadowy winds. He fell to one knee, looking ready to collapse. "We've got you," China and America rushed to support him, letting him lean against them. Italy's Helping Hand even seemed to ease some of the burden.

"We can't keep this up," muttered France, catching the rest's attention, "England is nearly at his limits and soon won't be able to heal us. And Italy can only support us as long as he's not targeted. The moment Giratina lands a severe enough blow on him it's all over for us. We need a final assault."

"Like what?" asked Canada, "We attack as one, all nine of us?" But Japan regretfully shook his head.

"All nine would mean Italy can't use Helping Hand; yet I fear, even with it, eight of us won't be enough. We're simply too weak and tired."

"We're…only biding our time now, aren't we?" Russia said lowly. He let out a humorless chuckle. "So we fight until the end. Then, when we can no longer move, pray each of our deaths is swift."

"That's incredibly grim even for you, Russia."

"And you see a better outcome, China?" The Mienshao said nothing and looked away.

"Wait." All eyes turned to Italy. Even the Eevee looked somewhat uncertain, like his own words could be lying to him. "I…I think I know how to defeat Giratina."

"You do!?" Italy, after a few seconds hesitation, nodded slowly. "Dude, you should have told us sooner!"

"What is it?" Germany asked, bending low to him. "What do we need to do?"

Italy, still seemingly debating with himself whether it would work, bit his lip. "Protect me for just a little longer. It will take time for it to work, if it does at all."

"How much time?"

"…I don't know," he answered honestly.

"And what is this plan of yours?" questioned France.

Italy's ears fell. "I could tell you; it's simple enough. But if I do you won't have faith in it. You won't believe me."

"Should we trust him?" America asked, looking directly at Germany and Japan. It was clear he wanted to believe wholeheartedly in Italy's plan, desperate to see it work. But even Italy himself was having doubts about it. Germany narrowed his eyes at him.

"Of course we trust him." He was speaking to all of them. "We'll make Italy's plan work. I'll pro—"

"I'll protect him," Japan interrupted. He stepped forward, standing beside the Eevee. He turned to Germany. "If Giratina tries to attack him I can carry him to safety faster than you can."

"Then I'll be guarding him too." Russia neared them as well. "I can at least serve as a shield if Japan isn't fast enough."

China nodded. "It's settled, aru. The rest of us will keep Giratina occupied in the meantime."

"But what should we do about Italy's Helping Hand?" France asked.

"Leave that to me," grunted England, still more focused on keeping them all safe. "I've used it a few times before. I should be able to again. Just not for everyone at once."

"You don't have to," said Germany, "Just focus on anyone who's making direct contact to attack. They'll need the boost to be able to retreat."

England nodded. "Understood. Now, I can't keep this up much longer. On my mark get ready to move." The other nations positioned themselves near each other or at the edge of the barrier. "Ready…now!" England lowered his Protect, and was immediately thrust onto America's back by China. The Braviary snatched up his friend between his talons and took to the air. At the same time Japan took Italy and Russia grabbed Germany, and they fled to safety. Canada and France maneuvered out of the way right before the sinister gale could consume them.

Giratina glowered at them all. "This battle ends now. I've lost all patience for civility." His gaze swept across the room, silently daring them to move.

"England, I'm going in." After literally dropping his riders, America zoomed toward the Great Dragon, his Brave Bird aura dimly materializing around him. England hurried to offer him support, and the aura shone brighter.

Giratina flapped his wings. The wind generated brought the eagle to a standstill midair. "I–I can't move!" The wind quickly formed into a Twister, completely engulfing and trapping America inside its vortex as it sucked away his oxygen. Canada swooped over to bash him out, but the Twister's wind kept him at bay; the helpless Togekiss could do little as his brother struggled to breathe and escape.

Giratina opened his maw wide, to both birds' terror. "C-cut it off!" America shouted as Canada raced to initiate Metronome, "England, cut it off!"

"Cut wha—?"

"Stop helping him!" Germany knocked England to the ground, catching on to what was about to happen. The distracted Gallade fell and lost his connection. But it might have been for the best: Giratina used Thunder to land a direct hit on an immobile America just as Canada flew forward, bringing down his glowing wing. There was a small explosion followed by a resounding boom. The other nations froze when they saw America's lifeless body fall from the cloud of smoke. Canada tumbled after him, barely having the energy to slip beneath him and support him on as he glided to the ground.

"I…got…" Canada shifted and collapsed beside America, a golden aura coating him as he fell unconscious. That same aura was cloaking America, and the Braviary stirred. He stared at Canada's unmoving form through half-opened eyes.

"Thanks, bro," he whispered. He stood, Canada's sacrificing move having shielded him from the worst of Thunder's damage and healing him somewhat. Giratina prepared another attack.

"Not this time!" France was faster with his Energy Ball, and hit Giratina beneath his jaw. Seizing the moment America, China, and Germany all rushed forward. America used Aerial Ace to increase his speed and slice Giratina just below his right eye, earning a bellow of pain. China fired Aura sphere at the ground and grabbed two sharp blasted pieces of stone in each paw. He slashed at Giratina's left leg with his improvised Stone Edge. Germany leaped and snagged Giratina's right leg with Fire Fang. Through determination he was able to convert the flames into electricity, and Giratina dropped to four knees, his front feet rendered completely useless.

From where they were protecting Italy, Japan and Russia grinned. "Just a little longer everyone," Japan called out before glancing at Italy. The Eevee had been muttering fervently since they kept their distance from the fight, but he seemed no closer to finishing whatever he was doing. Russia looked down at him too.

"And you are sure you don't know what he's doing?" The Absol shook his head.

In front of them, Giratina tried with futility to stand. His eyes flashed red before he slipped between reality. All the nations tensed, on guard now, waiting for him to reappear from thin air. America stepped closer to Canada, ready to protect him should the Dragon try to target his unconscious brother. Japan and Russia crowded nearer to Italy.

China made a step backward toward Germany. His eyes widened. "Behind—!" His words came too late; the now serpentine Giratina tore through the dimensional wall as a shadowy missile and struck France with Shadow Force before the Serperior could even react. France was knocked out instantly by the brutal assault.

"France!" Germany, America, and China hurried to reach him, Giratina's eyes now on him. But that gaze almost immediately honed in on Italy. "Why is he—?" But Germany didn't bother to finish that question as he and America weaved to either side of him; China grabbed two more stones and rushed at the Great Dragon from directly behind. England gave China his Helping Hand as he ran toward Japan and Russia to provide them with additional coverage.

"America, now!" shouted Germany before firing Flamethrower, and America closed in with Brave Bird. Giratina, however, countered by twisting his upper body and tail, simultaneously striking America with Iron Tail and Germany with Dragon Pulse. Germany's attack managed to slow some of the draconic orb's speed, sparing him a bit of damage as he was blasted back; America wasn't as fortunate as the attack struck the side of his head and rendered him instantly unconscious.

Then, with no warning, Giratina doubled back, and rounded on a bewildered China. A multi-hitting Dragon Claw struck down the Mienshao before one of the tendrils violently bashed him away. China struggled to stand before finally collapsing, lying sprawled and no longer able to fight. Giratina's eyes returned back toward Italy and he charged.

"Run," Russia ordered, stepping between Japan and Giratina. He fired a speeding Dragon Pulse, but Giratina avoided it by once again slipping through reality. Russia tensed when a sudden gust a wind rushed past him. "Watch out!" Japan had been about to grab Italy and run when he was slammed by Giratina's Shadow Force. The Absol fell under Giratina's might, though miraculously was still conscious.

Italy jumped back, at last finished murmuring to himself. "No! Japan!" He cried out in alarm when he was lifted upward– England had grabbed him and was racing to get as much distance from the Great Dragon. As he ran he assisted Russia in distracting Giratina by firing ranged Psycho Cuts at the behemoth.

"How much longer, Italy!?" yelled England as he barely dodged one of Giratina's Dragon Breaths.

"I-I don't know!" cried Italy, fearing for his life and England's as they ran, "I don't know! But it will work, I promise."

"I can't keep running forever."

"It won't be, but please hang on for just a little longer."

"We don't have much else of a choi—ah!" A Shadow Ball landed and exploded much too close to them, and England tripped, rolling over and nearly letting go of Italy. He groaned, slowly getting to his feet. "You alright?"

Italy, gripping tight to his side, nodded. He stared up when a shadow loomed overhead. Red eyes glared down at them. England gritted his teeth, extending the blade of his unused arm to its fullest length. He faltered somewhat when Germany and Japan ran forward, throwing themselves between them and Giratina. Both had their claws fully extended, their teeth bared into snarls.

But Giratina kept his focus on the Eevee. "What is this power I sense from you?" Italy gulped, shrinking in England's grip.

"HRAA!" Giratina was pummeled from behind by Russia's Dragon Rush. The Dragonite soared between his wings, stopping to hover above the others in a defensive position. The Great Dragon retaliated with another gust of Ominous Wind, but this time Russia countered with his own attack; he flapped his wings hard and fast to generate a Hurricane capable of keeping the shadows at bay. Germany, England, and Japan combined two Flamethrowers and Psychic to injure Giratina, who was then blown back by Hurricane.

Russia then created another aura for Dragon Rush and bulleted forward. Italy, realizing he was going to end things once and for all, gave him his support of Helping Hand. Giratina righted himself, leering at the dragon as he zoomed closer each passing second. Then, when it was impossible for Russia to divert course, he exhaled an overpowering Hyper Beam. A defeated Russia was shot clear across the cavern, his scales heavily burned and him crashing into the back wall, unconscious. Giratina continued his attack downward, striking where the remaining nations stood in shock. All were flung back by the exploding earth.

A second Ominous Wind blew all but Italy even further away. "Guys!" Italy looked back in alarm, seeing England, Japan, and Germany lying sprawled on the ground. They weren't yet defeated, but there was no hope they'd be able to stand anytime soon. When he tried to run over to them he found his body unable to move. "W-what!?" The blue light spun him around. Italy was left with no choice but to face Giratina.

"I…Italy…" Germany was too weak to move. Too weak to protect his friend. Too weak to do anything but watch in helplessness as the Eevee was lifted higher into the air.

For the longest time Giratina only stared at Italy, not saying a word, only letting his eyes rove over his form. From deep in his throat came a low growl. "Disgusting anomalies. You who appear no different from weak and ordinary pokémon. Yet you wield as much if not more power than the Legendaries. Power I despise. Power you dare use against me." He whipped his wings forward, and Italy flinched when the six spires froze mere inches from his body. "You, though, disgust me the most. Rarely attacking directly, only assisting your brethren. Your goal is the same as theirs; you should have contributed more."

Italy had a difficult time finding his voice. "M-m-maybe. But I think I-I helped as much as I n-needed too."

"Do not deceive me," snarled the Great Dragon, "I've long surmised you humans lack these abilities you now have back in your own world. You could have used them to better effect. You could have used them so that some of your friends who lie defeated might still be standing. Yet you wasted them. Even now when I can sense evolution upon you and the power it will grant you, you fight it. You sicken me." He brought the tips closer, and Italy forced himself not to tremble lest he impale himself. "Fight back."

"No." Both seemed just as surprised by the immediate and simple response. Giratina's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"…Why not?"

"Because I don't want to." Italy had no idea where this courage was coming from, but nonetheless his answer was genuine. "I never wanted to. In the beginning I thought this was all a game. I didn't see any reason for wanting to hurt anyone, especially when so many wanted to help us. Yet even later, when I started to figure this might all be real life, I couldn't bear the thought off hurting anyone. After all, why should they get hurt for something none of them had any control over? It wasn't their fault we were stuck here; it was ours."

He could hear Germany struggling to stand, and he so badly wanted to see him. "My friends fight only to protect themselves, and I only help them for that. We never started a battle or used our powers to bully pokémon into helping us. I'm sure we could have; even as humans it might not have been impossible for us. But we didn't. And even now…" He looked Giratina dead in the eyes. "We don't have to fight. You can let us go home. No one else has to get hurt."

Giratina seemed to mull over his words. When he spoke, his voice was almost civil. "And I am to believe that the shared desire between nine anomalies is to simply and only return home?" Italy nodded, and Giratina let his eyes wander around the cave. They landed on the nations ever so slowly rousing from their unconscious states. They landed on the damage caused by their battle, the destruction of the altar and its surroundings. They landed on the Houndoom just now able to lift his head and wanting desperately for his friend to be released from the Dragon's unyielding hold. Giratina's sight returned to Italy.

"Then the nine of you are even greater fools than I thought!" He flung Italy into the air, catching him between massive pincers as he fell. "If I let you return home you'll only tell others of your kind about this world. They'll want to come here to obtain power. They'll want to claim this land as their own! It's mine– all MINE!" A massive orb of energy formed in his mouth.

"No, please don't—!"

"ITALY!"

"ALL OF YOU MUST DIE!"

The point-blank Dragon Pulse careened into the helpless being, bashing him straight down into the ground below, dust and smoke flying, a small crater forming from the impact of the attack. Giratina roared as he circled haphazardly around the spot, staring intently below. His bellows soon turned into laughter as the seconds ticked by. "One down…one at last gone from my kingdom…"

Germany's breath caught. His blood turned to ice. Beside him he saw Japan grunt and stumble– the Absol had tried to stand and check on their friend. The movement was enough to grab Giratina's attention. The red eyes locked on the two. "You…you two shall be next." The dark clouds formed above them. Germany stared up at the ball of light that appeared then exploded above. He watched the rain of meteors coming to end their lives—

Golden rays of light suddenly pierced through the clouds. Each one honed in on a meteor and blasted them to rubble before they had a chance to enter through the mountain's opening. The Great Dragon flew upward, astonished. He searched the skies, searching everywhere for the source.

"Over here, Arschloch!" Giratina balked back at the Shadow Ball that struck and exploded in his face. A dark blur then seemingly fell from the sky and landed on it, the Great Dragon screeching as claws dug into his flesh. Despite being so high up, he found no problem racing along and down Giratina's serpentine body that twisted and turned. He landed nimbly on the ground and sprinted over to where Germany and Japan lay.

Germany could hardly speak at the one before him. "H…how? How are you…?"

Gilbert smirked. "Never underestimate a General's abilities." He gestured his head upward toward the hole and golden lights. "Though it doesn't hurt to have some help every now and again." A bright glow cast melted through the clouds, banishing them away with its heavenly shine. The orb of light could have easily been a star descending upon them. Germany let out a small breath as within the brilliant ball was a creature of supreme majesty. White and gold hooves stepped softly on the air as the light shifted and converged into outgoing beams. Giratina, showing for the first time any sign of fear, tried to get away through the hole. He passed through one of the beams of light and screeched before scuttling back into the shadows. Thin trails of smoke poured from where he had been burned by the light.

Gilbert bowed when the being touched the earth. Immediately Germany could feel an immense wave of power flow through and over him. He hurried to his feet, amazed by how light his body suddenly felt. His wounds were healed and his energy was replenished. Around him his fellow nations stood. All eyes were on the newcomer. After a few seconds of silence Germany followed Gilbert's lead and slowly lowered himself into a bow, his gaze never leaving the creature. Japan did the same, followed by France, Canada, China, England, America, and Russia. They all knew who this was too.

Arceus turned around slowly, taking elegant steps toward the hollowed earth. He stood before the crater. "Awaken, human." All the nations shivered under his voice. Germany could hear movement from the spot Italy was at. The Eevee stirred, sitting up and staring at the god-like creator before him. Despite having no visible mouth, Arceus seemed to smile with relief. "You've endured through much."

Italy eventually nodded. Then he smiled almost as radiantly as Arceus's light. "I knew someone would eventually answer my Wish. I just never thought it would be you."

"Made with purity and good will, all Wishes come true one way or another. I heard your hearts' cries long before you reached this island. I knew since your arrival you needed to return home. But I could not respond to you while I sought a means to save you. My time away nearly cost you your lives. And for that—" Arceus in turn bowed at the nations. "I am truly sorry." The nations hastily stood.

"No, no! Don't apologize," Canada said.

"That's right. You wanted to save us, aru" added China.

"Seriously, we're not upset," England told him. "S-so please stand." Arceus did so.

"You're weak." All the nations plus Gilbert turned at the voice. Giratina glared at his father. "As always. Bowing to these intruders to our world. They hold the power to destroy you." He snarled. "You've always been too soft for your own good." Giratina spread his wings.

Arceus dipped his head in concession. Giratina's look turned more arrogant. "You sealed me away last time, but I can see your resolve won't be in it like before. You wept doing so. Do the stories speak of that? Do they say how you cried for your sons and did nothing but beg pitifully to us? You cannot save these anomalies; I'll destroy them before they lay claim to my kingdom. I'll make certain of it."

The Alpha closed his eyes. His whole body shook slightly as the air around him wavered like rising heat waves. He opened his eyes and eighteen glowing plates materialized around him in a circle, each hovering and rotating plate tinged a different color. Giratina's eyes widened considerably, and he tried firing Thunder followed by Hyper Beam at Arceus. But two plates moved quickly to block them, effortlessly absorbing then redirecting the attacks.

"No." Giratina tried once more fleeing through the hole. This time several of the plates flew about. Thin lines of light trailed after them as their paths weaved and crisscrossed. Giratina was soon surrounded by a large net of golden light. "No! You said—!"

Arceus lifted his head high. "I remember what I said. All those centuries ago. Those words never stop haunting me." A tiny spark of light flickered into existence above his head. "The Legendaries of old demanded that I Judge you after our final battle. They were the ones who had witnessed firsthand the destruction of their homes and loved ones; their raging hearts wanted nothing but revenge. Yet I said to them I would not."

Arceus closed his eyes again, and the speckle of light above him grew into a tiny ball. "But have you forgotten why you were sealed in the first place? Even I knew you and your brothers could not go unpunished for what you had done to this world. But I pleaded with the first Generals to find some mercy in their souls. As much as you, my sons, had angered me I still did not want to see you hurt even further. We made a deal to strip you of your powers and banish you to separate prisons. My hope was you'd realize the gravity of your transgressions while in isolation, and humility would make you want to stay confined for the severity of your crimes."

Giratina attempted yet again to escape by merging with the shadows against the wall, but even there Arceus's glow and the strange ball above him stopped the Great Dragon by brushing back the darkness. The web of light then constricted, and Giratina was forced into a single spot in the middle of the cavern. The Alpha continued speaking as if unaware. "As long as you were sealed you would be spared Judgment. And if the day came you and your brothers were released, it would be in an effort to protect this land you once called home. Then the pokémon of that era—their anger somewhat weathered by time—would find more reason and compassion to forgive you. They would be the ones to pass judgment. That was our deal."

The orb grew bigger, and the nations could practically feel the great shame rolling off of Arceus. "Now you are free. And you must be Judged. The pokémon you and your brothers have affected most while freed are gathered in this room."

"But they are anomalies!" shouted Giratina, true terror in his eyes. "You grant sacred Judgment to outsiders of our world!?"

"They treated the inhabitants of this world with more care and concern than you and your brothers have as of late. And the pokémon saw them not as anything other than their own kind. They have as much say in your Judgment as any other." His eyes were filled with sorrow. His words were nothing but sadness given form. "My son, I can see you have learned nothing during your time in exile. Your madness for power and control has irrevocably corrupted you. What happened to my children who once cared for space, time, and balance?"

The tiny sphere floated higher into the air, dispelling all darkness in the area.

"I ask you, humans and Gilbert, representatives of the pokémon of Palsama and Diasama, should Palkia, Dialga, and Giratina be forgiven of their past crimes and allowed to rule freely over these lands once more?"

Golden auras coated the group of ten as several shining plates descended from their ring around Arceus to land in front of them, and each was suddenly granted the knowledge of what they needed to do.

Germany stepped forward, fire pooling in his mouth. "Nein." He unleashed Flamethrower at the plate before him. It angled and reflected the absorbed attack at the golden sphere, which turned red in color and grew in size.

Gilbert was next. "Auf keinen Fall." His Shadow Ball was redirected as well, and the expanding orb took on a dark violet shade.

"Iie." Japan's ranged Night Slash changed the orb almost black.

"No."

"Yeah right." England and then America's Psychic and Hyper Beam had the orb grow and turn shades of magenta and white.

"As if."

"Bù xíng."

"Non."

"Nyet." Canada's Air Slash, China's Focus Blast, France's Energy Ball, and Russia's Dragon Pulse made the now massive ball briefly shine blue, orange, green, and indigo.

Italy bowed his head as a second, light blue aura overlaid the first. "…Mi dispiace," he apologized, and his link of Helping Hand connected all of the plates together before converging onto the sphere. Arceus then threw the blinding light high into the air, Giratina's eyes following it intensely as the orb travelled far into the sky. It could surely be seen from leagues away, almost like a second sun had risen from the earth.

The massive ball of heavenly light exploded, raining down streaks of rainbow energy all around the mountain not unlike Draco Meteor. The nations and Gilbert shielded their eyes as the beams struck the ground, striking up debris and creating blinding white explosions all around, Giratina's shouts being swallowed up by the near-deafening cacophony of destruction. When they finally felt the earth still and braved to peek after the lights faded, there was absolutely nothing remaining of the mountain save for the ruined ground below them. The sounds of ocean waves and their crests could be distantly heard and seen.

Giratina was no more. And Kaos Island had been reduced to nothing more than mostly barren land.

The nations stared in awe before slowly, one by one, turning to face Arceus. "Thank you," Germany spoke for all of them. Arceus bowed his head slightly.

"Though you were the ones to have stumbled into this world, you by no means deserved to have gone through such hardships on your quest to return home." Several of them nodded at that.

"So is it over?" asked America, "Can we go home?"

"Yes," Arceus seemed to smile, "You can go home."

"Wait, aru!" China spoke up, "What about Dialga? He's going to be released in twenty years or so."

"And Palkia," added France, "Giratina sent him to the Other Side where…" He looked over toward Russia and Canada, both with expressions of worry as well.

"Fear not. Time and space are neither factors nor constraints when passing Judgment." Three small lights appeared above them, and the nations looked up. What were undeniably ivory-white eggs hovered above them. "My sons shall be born again in a new era. At that time I hope they will have hearts and souls filled with benevolence." The eggs scattered away, seeking shelter and safety in lands unknown. "As for your friends, of the many you've made during your travels, they are all safe. The Drakon and Jordyr have all made it to this side. They shall be blessed and restore their families to their former glories." Canada, France, and Russia all smiled with relief at that.

Arceus turned his head. "The village and tribes by the southern mountain pass will one day achieve stability and prosperity. Mei and the leaders' children shall be blessed and will herald a new and long-lasting era of peace in the region." China was pleased by the news. "King Feliks will attempt in the future to unite the Eleflame kingdom and Poison-type tribe. His efforts will be met with disdain and a few betrayals, but ultimately his persistence will win out. He and his people shall be blessed, and the three kingdoms will one day live together in harmony."

"Awesome!" grinned America. He wrapped a wing around England and China. England carefully brushed it off.

"And what about Peter? Does he become a Legendary in the future?"

Almost chuckling, Arceus said, "Peter shall be the only one in the future to retain his memories of that timeline with you three, having entered Time's Illusion with you. Even I do not know what the future will hold for him. He will see fit in how to use his knowledge of events to come, perhaps being the one to resolve the conflicts in your stead. Regardless, I assure you he too shall be blessed in his endeavors." England seemed satisfied with that answer.

Arceus turned slowly toward Germany, Italy, Japan, and Gilbert. "Garchomp and his friends of old and new have found happiness wandering the continent together. In a week's time they will stumble upon Kotree Village. Remembering the kindness you showed them, they will defend it from invaders wishing to seek the unevolved's power. Lillipup will gain the determination to leave his village soon after to start one of his own in Diasama. They all shall be blessed and will continue to grow and thrive for many generations."

Gilbert playfully bumped Germany, who smiled as his friends showed appreciation toward Arceus's words. "And Gilbert." The Mightyena paused, looking up at the Alpha. "You and your family have shown remarkable kindness, compassion, and good will toward beings lost and separated from their homes. You have even gone so far as to take them in and treat them as your brothers. I cannot be more proud in knowing the children of Suicune and Regice still carry on their ideals. The Schwaradler Family shall forever have my blessings." And he bowed at the wholly bewildered Mightyena.

"No, no bowing, please; it was nothing," Gilbert hastily assured him, "Anyone with half a brain would have done so." Now it was Germany's turn to nudge him. Gilbert smirked at that before his smile slowly fell. "But…you have to leave now. And I just got back." He looked at Germany and Japan and Italy. "I'm going to miss you guys a lot. So will Liz and Rod. Maybe even Lars too. I won't forget our time together; it was enjoyable, short as it was." He placed his head over the Houndoom's neck in an intimate hug; Germany returned the action in kind. "Make it back home safely. And never stop loving your brother. For my sake, at least."

"I promise." Gilbert then hugged Japan and Italy before stepping back.

"So…how pissed do you think Roderich will be when he learns I helped take down both Palkia and Giratina?" The four laughed. Gilbert smiled. "Auf Wiedersehen," he said more solemnly.

Germany returned the heartfelt smile with one of his own. "Goodbye." A portal of light materialized beside Arceus. The nations were once more enveloped by a golden aura and were lifted off the ground. Guided by Arceus, they all entered through the gateway, waving one last time at Gilbert and thanking him for his help in the battle. Beyond the golden archway was a space full of breathtaking colors, stars, and other glowing portals.

Arceus let out a cry neither bestial nor human, near impossible for the mind to comprehend as anything but regal, and two lights streaked through the space like birds dancing across the heavens. They soon neared the group, taking forms so bright the nations could see nothing other than their three eyes that shone through. "I have gathered the humans. Please lead the way." The glowing beasts nodded once before regressing back into streaks of light. They zipped past the stars with Arceus and the nations following not far behind. Only days that were seconds that were hours later they arrived at a new portal that shone brightly of blue and gold and rimmed with white. The mysterious beasts that Arceus had summoned flew away.

"Once you step through, the links between our worlds will vanish. Time and space will restore themselves." He bowed one final time. "Farewell humans." And Arceus dissolved into golden dust. The portal seemed only too eager for their return, however, and before any of them could react its light seemed to grow and grow, engulfing them until they could see nothing but…

He opened his eyes slowly, allowing his vision to adjust to the natural sunlight pouring through the window above him. A body stirred beside him. He felt them sit up, them rubbing their eyes semi-consciously as they fought to wake themselves up. "…Italy?"

Italy jerked, instantly aware, and looked down at his friend. He smiled. "We're home." He made room as Germany sat up. The latter checked himself over. He had no fur, no claws, no tail nor fangs. There were no horns atop his head or fire burning inside him. He was himself. A nation. A human.

"We're home," he agreed. Around them, the sounds of others groaning made them look their way. One by one the other nations awoke and sat up off the floor. Most of them stared around the room like they couldn't believe where they were.

Italy waved at them. "Welcome back, everyone."

Japan returned the gesture with a smile of his own. "It is good to be back."

"I'll say," said France, wrapping his arms around his legs. "Mon Dieu, how I missed being able to walk again. Having no legs was the worst."

"Tell me about it," America laughed, stretching his arms before standing, "Wings are awesome and all, but I'd rather have a pair of hands any day. You know how freakin' hard it is to have to grab everything with your feet?"

"Hey, at least you could," Canada said as he grabbed his brother's proffered hand, "I could barely stand on mine."

Russia stood, dusting himself. "Oh, but it was fun having to carry you around for a while."

"I'm just glad I no longer have to worry about stabbing someone by accident," muttered England, hand over a chest that bore no horns. He stood and helped China up. Germany mused briefly on his own former horns before rising too. He took in his surroundings a bit more fully now. Everything was how it had been when they left: Papers in surprisingly decent order, though a few scattered like a huge gust had blown through. Chairs mostly pushed halfway under the table. America's handheld was resting unbroken and undisturbed between them all. It didn't even look like anyone had come in while they were gone.

America, almost tentatively, went and grabbed his gaming device, inspecting it before sliding it into his pants pocket. Japan looked down at his watch. He blinked in surprise. "What?" His eyes glancing to the clock on the wall, Germany also made out the time. He too was caught off guard.

"You're kidding me! We were only gone for three hours?" America was right. According to the clock, they only had about fifteen minutes left of their meeting. Germany cleared his throat.

"Well, then…I suppose we should try to finish our discussion? We, um, never properly started though, did we?" As if anyone could hope to focus on anything seemingly mundane after the ordeal they've been through. Besides, Germany had long forgotten his notes and presentation script. And what were they supposed to be discussing about again?

He flinched when he felt something vibrate by his leg. It was his phone, and he quickly pulled it from his pocket to find a text message:

((Bro u almost done? Theres something AWESOME I want to show u when u get back!))

"Um…" Germany looked up. China had his hand half-raised, almost like he was embarrassed to say something. Even his words came out after some hesitancy. "If…if it's not too much trouble, can we postpone our meeting? I have some friends and family I really want to see right now."

"Same here," admitted Italy, looking away from Germany with a hint of awkwardness.

"And me," Russia said softly. Germany glanced briefly at his phone.

"Very well. We'll settle on a later date to have our meeting. You're all dismissed." The eight other nations hurried to grab their papers and belongings, making little small talk aside from wishing each other safe travels.

Germany let out a quiet sigh. He thought without really thinking, reflecting without much focus. So much had happened in so little time, and yet it felt like years have passed. They all had stories to tell of fantastic friends made and amazing lands travelled in a world no one would ever believe. It was like waking up from a dream you weren't the only one to have, and somehow that made the ones you shared it with just a tiny bit closer. United through that dream.

From the doorway, Italy peeked his head out. "Germany, aren't you coming?" His friend gathered his things and headed for the exit with him. Outside, Japan was waiting patiently by the wall.

"You didn't have to wait up for me," Germany told them.

"We know," Japan said, "But we wanted to. Italy wanted to see his loved ones. We're sure you do as well. So we decided to go together."

"And afterwards we can all hang out!" beamed Italy. He grabbed each of his friends' hand. "What do you say?"

Germany smiled. "Yes," he said as he let himself be led by his friend toward the building's exit, already looking forward to the jovial laughs and playful banters of a certain someone, a promise ringing fresh in his ears. "That sounds like a wonderful idea."

Thank you, everyone, for reaching the conclusion of Hetamon with me. It's been a long, somewhat arduous, but nonetheless fun five years. For those who stuck with me since the beginning, you have no idea how much gratitude I have from the bottom of my heart to give you. To all those who left comments of critique and support, or the readers who just enjoyed the story for what it's worth, I thank you with all my soul. And as happy as I am to reach the conclusion with all of you, it is a bit sad to see this story finally end. I honestly don't know if I'll write the sequel to this; I never planned on this taking so long, and I fear I'll be giving the follow-up a similar treatment. Only time will tell. Until then, I wish you all—wherever and whenever you're reading this—a wonderful day!

P.S– I have finally made an Archive of Our Own account. I will be posting this story in its entirety there as well as several current stories from this account in the near future. They can be found under the username "RNWalker". And yes, for the time being I shall continue using my Fanfiction account alongside the AO3 one.

P.S.S– I've reedited all the previous chapters. It's been over five years, so there were some scenes that could have been better written and grammatical errors that needed to be fixed. Nothing plot-wise was changed; I just tidied the story up a bit.