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 Roderich Edelstein)
So uncivilized. First thing that happens to me in this wild country, I get into a fight that Eliza had to take me to the hospital for. It wasn't that bad. I had worse happen to me in the war and was told to just suck it up and move on. But she insisted that I get some care. Although to be fair, when it came to sniping, I had to hide well so most that hit me was shrapnel or other types of explosions. But the mighty Austro-Hungarian empire is no more. Like I could go to Germany to see if I could pick up a music career there, they are about as bad off as Austria is. I was dismissed from my job as a pianist in a orchestra in Vienna for someone with more connections and less talent. Apparently it is cheaper to hire that loser Schwartz because his father is a major benefactor but he totally ruins Chopin. I've heard bombs hitting tanks sound much better than what that butcher does. Eliza said that we might have better luck in America as they weren't ruined by that war.
But as soon as I see that Statue of Liberty, a great present showing French sculpting, I'm accosted and my fiancee has to stand up for my honor. With her frying pan. It was one of the few things she could bring with her. Our homes were ruined in the war and her first husband killed back in either 1916 or 17 I cannot remember right now. I cannot remember much from that blow to the head. But apparently we are going to the nurse's house Sunday for tea. She said she knew well what our situation was like. I guess she is an immigrant to this land too. Sounds Eastern European, Ukrainian or Russian? I cannot pick it out well but sounds like something I heard by the Black Sea. I could at least bring my violin, that survived the war. One thing I do want more than anything, and I don't know if we can get it for awhile, a piano. A grand piano. Not the ones I see people playing Steven fucking Foster on. Seriously, these Americans need some more culture. But at the same time, they aren't seeing prices rise like they are back in Germany and I'm not telling crazy art school rejects to shut the hell up. I do have to admit it would be nice to know someone who would have been through things we have. Apparently from what Eliza said, her husband was in the war too.
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