I do not own Hetalia okay? I don't have much to say with these chapters, so enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
August 3rd 1919
(From the Journal of Matthew Williams)
Well that could have gone a lot better. It pretty much was. Aside from Roderich being a stick in the mud, honestly I don't know what Elizabeta sees in him.I mean the fact we were on the other sides of the barbed wire wasn't what bothered me. Didn't seem to bother him that much either. He kept complaining about getting drafted when he was about to be first chair violin in the Vienna Symphony. Luckily for him he got placed in a sniper corps and made it through physically okay. I am guessing that is what made him such a delicate little prick on some things. I am not trying to rude as Katy and Elizabeta seemed to get along well and I didn't want her to give up a forming friendship because of Roderich. Which it wasn't because of him that I had that flashback in the middle of Sunday tea.
Elizabeta mentioned she was married before she met Roderich but he had died in the war. I was in the other room when she mentioned the battle the man died in but I came back just when she showed Katy the picture. Believe me, I knew that face well. It haunted my dreams, my nightmares. It was the man I had to shoot back when I was in the trenches with my unit. It was war, nothing personal. I'd rather not have to, but when a luger is staring you in the face, it's that split second where it's you or him and you act on instinct alone. Dear god, I don't know what happened but it was like when I first came home again. I had killed Elizabeta's husband. I didn't know her then, but how much more of a cruel poetic twist can you get? It's bad enough that he pops into my dreams every other nightmare. But apparently he was Gilbert Beilschmidt and they had met in a town in eastern Germany when Elizabeta was traveling around. He was crass with her but eventually won her over and like Roderich, got drafted into the war. So he didn't volunteer like I did. I mean it was only because Wayne did and I promised him but it was still my decision. He got told by a government official to report for duty. I had excused myself and headed to the bedroom, put a pillow in my face and just screamed. Like what the hell? I thought I had coped with this. I had tamed the memories of war so they didn't haunt me like my injuries do.
Eventually they did leave and Katy came up to see me. I told her that in a battle I had killed Elizabeta's husband. She looked at me sympathetically. I almost wish she had gotten mad at me but she didn't. She just held me close to her ummmmm...ample chest and just stroked my hair and whispered to me, "I don't think anything of it. It was war. In war you do what you most to survive. We did not know Elizabeta back then. No way you could have known." She then poured me a glass of whiskey I had kept. "Just relax. I am here for you. It is 1919 and I am your happy wife and we have 2 active nephews and a pretty niece. Do not worry. It is not your fault."
I know that, I just wish that I could make that stick with my mind.
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