I do not own Hetalia okay? I am glad to see this having the readers it does but in this story I will be introducing some others than just the family here and how they play in. So anyway, enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
July 31st 1919
(from the diary of Elizabeta Héderváry)
Well this is a fine way to start our new life in this country. I had met Roderich after my first husband was killed in the Great War. I will say he is a little more delectate than my first husband was, he was obnoxious and loud but still loyal. I hoped Gilbert would come back, but well I guess God had other plans. Well technically Roddy and I aren't married yet, he won't do so until he has his dream job in the land of opportunity. So he wants to be a musician here. Well, this is the land of dreams I guess. But it does us no good if he has a concussion from the docks. Apparently someone had said something foul to him and well, while he may have had a good eye in the war and hardly had to come out of the trenches to make his shot, he isn't quite the same but puts himself into his art. That man can play beautify. I hadn't met him until after the war in a cafe in Vienna after being told that they couldn't afford him anymore. The Austro-Hungarian empire divided, Germany hit hard economically, this was the only shot I could see where Roddy would be happy. And he wouldn't get involved with what some of his fellow Austrians are saying in the beer halls. We just finished one war we lost, we do not need another.
So at the dock, I had to finish the argument off when the longshoreman called Roddy a pansy kraut because of his accent and strike to the head. I then took one of the few possessions I could bring and that was my frying pan and struck that guy who now had the humiliation of being knocked out by a girl to the other pigs he worked with. I then took him to a nearby hospital to make sure that he wasn't hurt too bad and did not have a concussion. One thing I did know about concussions is that you should not go to sleep so I was keeping Roddy awake until we were seen by a nurse. A Katyusha Williams. She was incredibly kind to us and had great sympathy for my situation. She said she knew what having a veteran of the Great War for a husband was like and how it is leaving the land you grew up. She had patched Roddy up and gave us some instructions to care for it. She also invited us for tea at her house on Sunday, to which I accepted. It would be nice to know someone here in this big country. I mean all of the 48 states make it as big as most of Europe itself!
So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? Let me know in a review. Having Roderich as a sniper in the war is kind of a reference to the fact that Austria makes some really good guns. The famous Steyr Aug is actually Austrian but most of those who don't know guns too well wouldn't know and think it's German by the name. (Hmmmm like his and Ludwig's argument over Beethoven in the anime...) and many highly accurate shooting rifles in history came out of Austria. There is the famous schuetzen rifle and many were made in Vienna in Austria. Anyway, gun history aside, remember to read (well you just did) and to review. Ciao for now,
otherrealmwriter
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