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!
October 8th 1915
Dear Al,
You sound so henpecked by Natalya. But you also sound happy, so I guess that is all that matters. Great to hear how Nikolai is growing up. Nice to hear he loves the toy I got him. You must send me some pictures at Christmastime. I don't know how long it will take to get them. You see I have been assigned a more western post. Not too far west, just Quebec, so me learning French growing up won't be a waste. Some of my fellow troopers have already gone and joined the military to fight. And some have been sent home. You are right in what you hear it is bad. One of my fellows went and joined but got caught in a gas attack during the Second Battle of Ypres. Poor fellow did get a medical discharge from it, it affected his breathing and he wasn't fit for battle, much less to serve at his old post. He had family in Montreal though that took him in so when I am stationed, I do intend to visit him.
He is one of the luckier ones. The burns I have seen from veterans, the dead, and what I have seen and heard from the letters back here, it's not comforting. So no, I am not as foolishly eager to join like some other people I know, but if duty does call, I may have to. I promised my fellow trooper Wayne that if he enlisted I would do to make sure I had his back. I can hear you yelling at me, but it is duty Al. And I don't have a young family like you do. Dad didn't go to war until we were old enough to support the house in his stead. I swear I never polished so many shoes to help buy stuff for the house than that summer of 1898. If I was older I would have just run off to the Klondike and tried my luck in Dawson City. Some of my senior officers actually got their start there. Funny huh?
However, whatever happens, I will be the first to tell you. You are my brother. I would not leave you not knowing something like that. I know this letter is short, but I have to pack up my suitcases and head out to Montreal where I will get my new station orders. Make sure that Natalya and Nikola are safe. I'll send some gifts down when I get a chance. Christmas is bound to be here sooner than we expect it to be.
Your dearest brother,
Matthew
PS Once again, I implore you stop calling me Mattie. It's getting old.
So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? (for a journal entry.) Let me know in a review. I'm going to try and get the others entries for this day up today. Just depends on how I am feeling. Did kind of put a mention to the Klondike Gold Rush in this one, which happened in 1898, same year as the Spanish American war. Do have a story by that name set then if you like my historical settings. Anyway remember to read (well you just did) and to review. Ciao for now
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