I do not own Hetalia okay? I know it's been a little longer updating this one than when I was working on The Longing of the Heart, but like I said in other A/Ns, I knew better how that story was going to go than this one. Anyway, enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
October 8th 1919
(from the journal of Ernest Henry)
Well that could have gone a little better but I know why. Apparently Ivy wasn't medically discharged. I had told his family about his injury but I wasn't informed of what happened and apparently in my wishing to see my old war buddy again, I tore open some major wounds. I went to the address he sent one letter I knew about to and it was his younger sister and her husband and I knocked and she opened rather cautiously. Apparently Alfred was still at work and she was taking care of their 3 kids. The older one was looking from behind her legs as she held a pair of twins. I asked her if she knew where Ivan Braginsky was and she let a storm of curses in Russian at me, the twins started to cry and she kicked the door shut in my face. So the other address, which in retrospect I should have gone to first as it was his house I went to and a blonde haired man with glasses and a curly strand of hair answered the door. This wasn't Alfred, but Alfred's brother Matthew it turned out who had married Ivy's other sister. I asked where Ivan was and the whole house fell silent.
This house was a little more accommodating. Matt was a veteran himself from the Canadian corps and had seen a lot of the same shit that we had. He explained that Ivan didn't make it, infection took him out. I didn't know what to expect with that one. I knew he was very strong. I thought he'd end up paralyzed the worst. I'd see that big Russian teddy bear in a wheelchair, that's it. Matt also explained why his sister acted the way she did. Ivan was her favorite sibling and apparently today was the one year anniversary of the funeral. Since September 15th, she had been rather irate. Okay so Natalya seems obsessive but also apparently her husband Alfred, Ivy's best friend he spoke the world of, had been rather morose and a change in his personality. It's like the fact that a year had passed is really getting them down.
It was nice to talk to a fellow veteran though. I had been wondering around since the war ended. I was sent back to my old house in New Mexico but my family had pretty much left me long before the war and I had enlisted with almost a death wish. Like fuck it all, just kill me. But for some reason when I was put on the same squad as Ivan, I didn't think that. He's or just was a friendly guy, but if you crossed him, god help that poor kraut who tried to sneak up on him that time when he was taking the wounded off the field. Scared me shitless. Then again, I knew the guy too. Matthew said we'll try tomorrow and he'd come with me to offer my condolences to Natalya and Alfred. Apparently though his wife is pregnant and showing a little. Which according to Matt he didn't think would ever happen because of where some shrapnel hit. Well here's hoping tomorrow goes better.
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otherrealmwriter
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