Tear Stains ~Sequel to Red Eyes~

An Epilogue

It's my Headcanons that Vash has freckles that he bleaches out.

"Do you remember when he were younger? When we played in the snow in front of my home? You seemed so happy, y'know..."

Silence, other than the gentle breeze that pushed reddish black bangs into broken red eyes.

"...I wish that it was like that again. You were my first friend."

A small, sad laugh.

"Its almost funny. How you left me. You betrayed me and so did I. Everyone misses you... Was it really worth all of this?"

Kuro choked up. He couldn't keep speaking.

"Even after six full years, I'm not over it....... I'm sorry I let you down."

Kuro whispered these words, laying the flowers down at the gravestone that read 'Viktor'.

Looking to his left, he layed the flowers on the other graves as well.

Raimond. Leonas. Bernard, Thurston, Loki, Egil, Magnus.

Voss. Allen.

It was actually quite depressing. They all died in the area everyone had started to deem 'the void'.

That meant they weren't coming back. No matter how much Kuro prayed to the gods he didn't believe in, they weren't coming back.

"But you didn't let me down, comrade."

Kuro froze up, hands flying to his mouth as tears rolled down his pale cheeks.

"See? I miss you so much I'm hearing things." Kuro whispered.

A chuckled came from behind him, and Kuro turned to meet the dark red eyes of his best friend.

They stood like that for a moment, the last cool air if winter brushing at their scarves and hair.

Finally Kuro's walls crumbled. Sobbing, he launched himself at the Russian, crying for all he was worth as they both sank to their knees.

Viktor held him tightly, smiling his rare smile as the Japanese male cried tears of joy. They embraced for a long time, before the soft noises of feet erupted around them.

Kuro looked up at the faces of the people he thought were dead. 

His prayer had been answered.

All he 2p Nordics were smiling at him.

Six years. That's how long he had waited for them. And everyday for six years, he had come here, waiting for this.

And it finally came true.

Raimond and Leonas were holding hands. Like the brothers Leonas had always wanted to be. Egil was cuddled into Loki's side, while Magnus had an arm around both of them. Bernard and Thurston looked understanding.

Kuro sobbed once more, pulling away.

Viktor wiped away the last teas Kuro let escape, before pulling away as well.

"Six years bastard. You made me wait six years." Kuro whispered.

"Heh. I know. Sorry."

"It's okay... I forgive you... Viktor."

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Before the next part starts, let me explain:

If both sides die, then you get rebirths. Voss, Vash, Allen, Alfred, Francis and François are children.

Continue.

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Arthur sighed as he pushed through the busy crowd, before coming across a small graveyard. It held the graves of their three friends who had died.

Francis was the middle stone, with Vash's on the left and Alfred's on the right.

Placing a rose on each, Arthur smiled sadly.

Then, something hit the back of his head.

"Ack!"

"Ah! I'm so sorry sir!"

Arthur sighed, turning to look at the child who had hit him in the back of the head with a ball.

Blue glittery innocence blinked back at Arthur.

The child was around six or seven with majestic blonde curls and big blue eyes, wearing a blue dress and a huge grin.

"Francis! You idiot, you scared us!"

Arthur looked up to see two other children racing towards them, stopping at Francis's sides to yell at him.

The own on the right had much shorter blonde hair wirh cheeks puffed out in an annoyed look. His big bubbly baby blue eyes making him look innocent, despite his mischievous grin.

Alfred?

The one on the left had Bob styled blonde hair and fading freckles, along with radioactive emeralds that were his eyes. He held a stern look on his tiny face. He also had horrifying odd lines on his necks that looked scary close to scars.

Vash?

"I'm so sorry sir!" 'Vash' apologized.

"Er, um, it's fine. Uh, where are your parents?" Arthur asked, getting onto his knees.

"We don't have any! We woke up one day and a man told us to look for someone named-!" Alfred was cut off.

"Shhh!" Vash shushed.

"Someone named... Arthur Kirkland?"

The three boys gasped, before Vash looked away and Alfred and Francis beamed excitedly.

"Yes! Do you know him?!"

"Yes. I'm Arthur. Can I ask your names?"

"Francis!"

"Alfred!"

"...Vash."

Arthur smiled.

It only took a couple days. He took them to an adoption center and immediately adopted them. Then...

He took them to a world meeting.

Arthur will never again see so many grown nations cry so openly.

Alfred, Francis, and Vash Kirkland.

Well, until they grew up and remembered everything.

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Oliver beamed as he brought hos tray of cookies to the adoption center.

This is what he had been doing for the last five years. Helping where ever he could.

The lady at the desk laughed and lead him to the back to meet the new kids, who all beamed at him.

Except three.

A mess haired blonde with a dirty exterior glared at a reddish brown haired boy while a pale blonde with pale skin separated them.

Oliver almost dropped his cookies.

"Um. Who are those three?" Oliver asked the lady.

"Oh that's François, Voss, and Allen! They're huge trouble makers. Allen came all the way from America, and Voss was switched from our facility in Switzerland." She explained.

"... I'll adopt them."

And it was done.

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This...

This was their happy ending.

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The End.

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Well.... It seems this is the end of our story. Heh.

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WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WIH MYSELF NOW?! I loved writing this story ;-;

Well.

Au revoir.