I do not own Hetalia okay? I am glad to see the response I am getting to this story and will work on it a little more. While I like to believe that reader response doesn't affect me, let's be real here. I am a human being and need to know people like my stuff. But anyway, enough of this A/N, on with the fic!

December 18th 1914

Dear Al,

Merry Christmas to you too! I got your letter a few days ago, and I'm sending this down in hopes of the fact this will reach you and Natalya before the new year at least. I am sending more of that maple syrup she liked. Never run out of something this good. The stuff from Vermont isn't as good, despite what you will tell yourself. Only Canada has the best syrup and you know it Al.

Well that's great news to hear about you and Natalya. If she is about 3 months along when you sent your letter that means the baby is due in the late spring. Why do you keep calling them junior if you want a girl? And how is Natalya so certain it is a boy? And she's wanting a Russian name. I only know a few, Nikolai, Dmitri, Mikhail and of course Ivan. We have a few Russians coming into Canada and I was in charge of processing some of the new arrivals recently. They mainly want to head out west towards some of prairie provinces. If I can I will see about coming down to help out or see the new baby, depending on when I can get everything arranged. So far I haven't been reassigned but the western provinces are calling for more help, especially with the railways making progress out there. My captain seems to like me, so he won't transfer me, but it just depends on what his boss says on the matter. I honestly like staying in Ontario close to you guys.

At the same time we have had a recruiter for the military come in to the base a few times. Pointed him to some of the minor criminals but with the war in Europe breaking out, Britain is asking for help from Canada. That is not enough for me to move to New York, no matter what you say Al before you begin. Besides, I fear that as much as I can tell America wants to stay out, I worry this will somehow rope you guys in too. This seems to be something new. But then again, I also hear a lot of things in my job. I may be paranoid. I hope I am. Too many of my fellow Mounties are talking about joining. I may just too myself, but that's not a top priority, but I couldn't stay behind while my fellow men go overseas and fight that mess. It would't be right.

But that is neither here nor there and I am so happy for you and Natalya. I want a picture of my new niece or nephew when they are born and a special batch of maple syrup for which one of you is right, you or Natalya. Personally I think Natalya is.

Your brother,

Matthew

PS: And I will NEVER STOP ASKING you to call me Matthew now. We are not children anymore. Hell, you're expecting a child. Call that one Mattie!

So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? (For the type of story this is) Let me know in a review. I will speed up some time jumps, as if I were to do it for every day would be impossible. Besides, some of the real drama shows up in the years 1916, 1917 and 1918. If you are into history, you'll know the big events in those time frames. But anyway, remember to read (well you just did) and to review. Ciao for now,

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