[APH] The Six Degrees of Separation (Epilogue)
Title: The Six Degrees of Separation
Category: Axis Powers Hetalia / Hetalia World Series
Characters: Greece, Egypt, Japan, Turkey, France, England, America, Canada, Finland, Sweden, Sealand, North and South Italy, Russia, Germany, Prussia, Spain, Belarus, Ukraine, Lithuania, Estonia, Latvia, Poland, China, South Korea
Pairings: France/England, Spain/South Italy, Germany/North Italy, Lithuania/Poland, Turkey/Japan, Finland/Sweden
Genre/Rating/Warnings: friendship, romance, drama, family/PG/AU, human names, shifting POVs, language shifts (which I really hope people won’t get confused by)
Summary/Excerpt: There are stories that begin as other stories end and there are stories that do not need endings at all. Many others have yet to be told.
Prologue | 1st° Part 1 | 1st° Part 2 | 2nd° Part 1 | 2nd° Part 2 | 2nd° Part 3
3rd° | 4th° | 5th° | 6th° | Epilogue
A/N: Finally done! Thank you so much for all your support! Cheers to a New Year /O/
Epilogue
♠ there are stories that do not need endings
A month later…
Alfred and Matthew run into their new apartment in the bustling heart of Namba, screaming with delight at so much space they haven’t seen in quite a while. Francis laughs as the boys run back and drag him in, yelling ‘This is the living room! This is the kitchen! This is my bedroom! This is papa’s room!” at the same time. Lights have yet to be installed, but sunlight streaming through the large window is all Arthur needs to appreciate how beautiful Francis really is. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he peels himself from the door way and crosses the living space as the boys run to explore a bit more. He takes Francis’ hands in his own and kisses him for the very first time.
Ludwig returns from the kitchen, bearing his signature tortes. Aster and Blackie follow him, wagging their tails. The Vargas home smells of butter and cinnamon. He sets the cake down on the coffee table and cuts two slices, one for him and one for Feliciano. The Italian is curled up on the sofa with a new photo album on his lap. ‘You don’t take bad pictures at all’ he says with a smile and Ludwig looks over his shoulder, recalling the sights he snapped of Osaka with Feliciano’s camera. The final picture is one of them with Lovino, Antonio and Francis, posing ridiculously with the Glico man in the background.
Antonio makes it a point to end his classes at three in the afternoon everyday, then takes the train from Kobe to Osaka to spend time with Lovino in his bar. Recently, he’s been thinking of turning over the school to Natalya and Katya. He wants to establish one much closer to where Lovino works. The Italian gets annoyed with all the hassle Antonio’s going to put himself through, but really says nothing else. He kisses him on the cheek when they meet, knowing full well Lovino’s excited about it too.
Ivan’s telephone rings and rings. Raivis, his secretary, with a shaking voice reports that Toris has officially resigned. He doesn’t mind, but he does miss the man, whose patience he would have loved to test. He answers the call and is surprised to hear from his sisters. With genuine joy that sparks caution yet curiosity from his subordinates, Ivan catches up on his family and laughs when he hears Natalya and Katya are happy with the dancing career they pursued. ‘Mother wants to hear from you, he relays, we should get together again.’ And after the call is placed, the Russian feels content.
Feliks and Toris unlock the door to their home in Warsaw. They wheel their luggage in and look around the living space nearly untouched for quite a while. ‘My gosh, we have some major serious cleaning to do,’ Feliks says. Toris doesn’t mind.
Sadiq squeezes Kiku’s hand as Yung Soo steps forward to offer flowers. The three of them stand solemn in front of Wang Yao’s grave. An hour later, the Korean is driven to the airport, having been schedule for a flight back to Seoul. The brothers promise to exchange regular emails. They see him off and Sadiq treats Kiku to an authentic Turkish meal in his apartment. ‘We’re alone now,’ Sadiq says and the heat rushes to Kiku’s face.
And Herakles and Hassan, like always, wake up at six and open Fruit Blends for business exactly at seven. The watermelons have gone out of season, but there’s a plethora of other fruits to choose from. They fall back to watching the people who pass by everyday-the acquaintances with new faces who have acquaintances with old faces. It’s a chain of people who know each other who know each other who know each other, as if some higher power drew fates closer and closer together with long, red strings.
They never tire of their job. Their job, as the owners of this fruit stand in Dotombori, is to see if the lives that have been drawn together make a difference to each other. Hassan does knows it well. He is quiet and observant, like closed shops, black windows and the dim lights of the roof overhead, like a diligent watchman awake twenty-four seven.
End
Category: Axis Powers Hetalia / Hetalia World Series
Characters: Greece, Egypt, Japan, Turkey, France, England, America, Canada, Finland, Sweden, Sealand, North and South Italy, Russia, Germany, Prussia, Spain, Belarus, Ukraine, Lithuania, Estonia, Latvia, Poland, China, South Korea
Pairings: France/England, Spain/South Italy, Germany/North Italy, Lithuania/Poland, Turkey/Japan, Finland/Sweden
Genre/Rating/Warnings: friendship, romance, drama, family/PG/AU, human names, shifting POVs, language shifts (which I really hope people won’t get confused by)
Summary/Excerpt: There are stories that begin as other stories end and there are stories that do not need endings at all. Many others have yet to be told.
Prologue | 1st° Part 1 | 1st° Part 2 | 2nd° Part 1 | 2nd° Part 2 | 2nd° Part 3
3rd° | 4th° | 5th° | 6th° | Epilogue
A/N: Finally done! Thank you so much for all your support! Cheers to a New Year /O/
Epilogue
♠ there are stories that do not need endings
A month later…
Alfred and Matthew run into their new apartment in the bustling heart of Namba, screaming with delight at so much space they haven’t seen in quite a while. Francis laughs as the boys run back and drag him in, yelling ‘This is the living room! This is the kitchen! This is my bedroom! This is papa’s room!” at the same time. Lights have yet to be installed, but sunlight streaming through the large window is all Arthur needs to appreciate how beautiful Francis really is. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he peels himself from the door way and crosses the living space as the boys run to explore a bit more. He takes Francis’ hands in his own and kisses him for the very first time.
Ludwig returns from the kitchen, bearing his signature tortes. Aster and Blackie follow him, wagging their tails. The Vargas home smells of butter and cinnamon. He sets the cake down on the coffee table and cuts two slices, one for him and one for Feliciano. The Italian is curled up on the sofa with a new photo album on his lap. ‘You don’t take bad pictures at all’ he says with a smile and Ludwig looks over his shoulder, recalling the sights he snapped of Osaka with Feliciano’s camera. The final picture is one of them with Lovino, Antonio and Francis, posing ridiculously with the Glico man in the background.
Antonio makes it a point to end his classes at three in the afternoon everyday, then takes the train from Kobe to Osaka to spend time with Lovino in his bar. Recently, he’s been thinking of turning over the school to Natalya and Katya. He wants to establish one much closer to where Lovino works. The Italian gets annoyed with all the hassle Antonio’s going to put himself through, but really says nothing else. He kisses him on the cheek when they meet, knowing full well Lovino’s excited about it too.
Ivan’s telephone rings and rings. Raivis, his secretary, with a shaking voice reports that Toris has officially resigned. He doesn’t mind, but he does miss the man, whose patience he would have loved to test. He answers the call and is surprised to hear from his sisters. With genuine joy that sparks caution yet curiosity from his subordinates, Ivan catches up on his family and laughs when he hears Natalya and Katya are happy with the dancing career they pursued. ‘Mother wants to hear from you, he relays, we should get together again.’ And after the call is placed, the Russian feels content.
Feliks and Toris unlock the door to their home in Warsaw. They wheel their luggage in and look around the living space nearly untouched for quite a while. ‘My gosh, we have some major serious cleaning to do,’ Feliks says. Toris doesn’t mind.
Sadiq squeezes Kiku’s hand as Yung Soo steps forward to offer flowers. The three of them stand solemn in front of Wang Yao’s grave. An hour later, the Korean is driven to the airport, having been schedule for a flight back to Seoul. The brothers promise to exchange regular emails. They see him off and Sadiq treats Kiku to an authentic Turkish meal in his apartment. ‘We’re alone now,’ Sadiq says and the heat rushes to Kiku’s face.
And Herakles and Hassan, like always, wake up at six and open Fruit Blends for business exactly at seven. The watermelons have gone out of season, but there’s a plethora of other fruits to choose from. They fall back to watching the people who pass by everyday-the acquaintances with new faces who have acquaintances with old faces. It’s a chain of people who know each other who know each other who know each other, as if some higher power drew fates closer and closer together with long, red strings.
They never tire of their job. Their job, as the owners of this fruit stand in Dotombori, is to see if the lives that have been drawn together make a difference to each other. Hassan does knows it well. He is quiet and observant, like closed shops, black windows and the dim lights of the roof overhead, like a diligent watchman awake twenty-four seven.
End