I do not own Hetalia okay? I got a decent response to this story and it is a kind of challenge to write it in this format. But anyway, enough of this A/N on with the fic!
February 14th 1915
(from the diary of Ivan Braginsky)
Some may call me a prophet, some may call me psychic but I knew that Fredka and Natalya would stop by on the way to church today. The streetcars were not running due to the weather, and with it being a Sunday as well. In all actuality, I just know my sister and best friend well. Natalya is getting quite big. I cannot remember Mama being that big when she was going to have Natalya, although I was around 5 years old at the time. Katyusha has a better memory on that matter and states that while not with Natalya, but with me she claimed Mama grew huge. However, Katyusha was only 5 then, so who knows, the memory may be distorted. But at this point, everyone is in agreement that the baby is most likely a boy.
While Katyusha was making Sunday dinner, Natalya headed into the kitchen while I had a chance to just sit down with Fredka and talk with him. I have wanted to know how he has been feeling as time has been going on. Work has been busy lately with many businesses wanting to cover their assets with the war coming up. A lot of them have been moving into manufacturing munitions or increasing production on war goods that are getting sold to Europe. Heck a member of the British military, a Major Kirkland was in with one of our clients to discuss a few deals that our firm had overseen and mediated between a tire plant and the British military. Fredka prefers to focus more on what is going on here in the Americas, but I had overheard some things that Major Kirkland had said and it did not sit well with me. There's a few Americans calling to join in, but the nation is still, thankfully, officially neutral.
Fredka was too worried about his soon to be born child to worry about something like war thousands of miles away. While Katyusha and Natalya were talking, I gave him a small card a chocolate bar to show my friendship. I mean why should Valentine's day be only for lovers? Apparently I guessed which candy was his favorite because he hugged me for it. Thank goodness Natalya wasn't around because he ate it quickly before I could even say he was going to spoil Sunday dinner. Then again, knowing him, it would take a lot more than one candy bar to spoil that man's appetite.
While I love my sister dearly and cannot wait for the birth of my nephew, I do like having time to just Fredka and I. He's the best friend I ever had and frankly the only person I can open up to.
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