I don't own Hetalia okay? I don't have much to say here on this opening. Anyway, enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
September 15th 1919
(from the diary of Natalya Jones nee Arlovskaya)
Fredka is fast asleep but I have to write this down. I don't know if his crazy is rubbing off on me, or he was right or just what to make of what I had seen. The twins are teething now and sometimes it is very simple to take care of, as they can be quite clingy and sometimes me just kissing them on the forehead and saying that they are going to get bigger soon cheers them up and they forget about it. Other times, it's bad. I know it isn't the best tip but some of the neighbors said "whiskey on the gums" works. I did it with Nikolai a few times and it helped. Well the closest thing I could find was a vodka bottle in the cabinet so I took it and thinking it was the usual teething issues. I then headed into the twin's bedroom and, well I couldn't have seen it, but it was almost as if Vanya was looking at the twin's beds as they cried. I swear I heard an old folk song I sung them as a lullaby in his voice. I just stopped and rubbed my eyes and I will go to my grave saying this he came up to me and said, "They look so cute and are growing fast."
I just blinked and rubbed my eyes. This was no way. He had died exactly a year ago. I thought what Fredka said was just a fever delusion with the flu. Or he was tired after setting the children's Christmas presents out. I then headed over to Ivan and tried rocking him and put a slight dab of vodka on his gums to soothe the teething. I swear then I felt a presence like when he stood behind me. "You named him after me but he's got Fredka's bright blue eyes. So cute." Ivan seemed to be happy so I headed to where Anya was still crying and did the same to her while Vanya's ghost, I guess, said "She really likes Bayushki Bayu." I just rolled my eyes and sang the same old lullaby, in both English and Russian, Sleep, my darling, sleep, my baby, close your eyes and sleep, Spi, moya dorogaya, spi, moya malyshka, zakroy glaza i spi" and felt the presence go away. And Anya looked over my shoulder like something was there. I don't know what is going on with that and she then grabbed onto Vanya's old plush she slept with.
It's weird I know, and I still hardly believe what happened. I don't know if I should tell Fredka because there has to be a rational explanation. It was late, I was tired and imagined his voice. But that still doesn't explain the feeling of his presence or Anya looking over my shoulder like she did. But it is the year anniversary of his death, so maybe that is why I felt and thought that? We did visit the grave today. I don't know, I need to get some sleep either way.
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