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!
January 15th 1916
(From the diary of Alfred F. Jones.)
If I knew where that Wayne guy was I'd go all the way to Canada and kneecap him for talking Mattie into joining the army and getting roped in that European nonsense in the first place. He was a freaking Mountie; no one could call him a coward! He had a duty to his home country over here! I was hoping that would have kept that trooper buddy of his wanting to stay in that maple flavored country so much but noooooooooooooooooooooo he just had to get wrapped up in that fucking bullshit about honor and all that crap. I mean I just get home from a long day at work where I swear I have had to nearly smack a French Major Bonnefoy for getting too flirtatious with me. I don't care if that's fine in France, you're in America making some deal because apparently So-so technically chauchat machine guns are only good for making into moonshine stills! Yes. Apparently some of the Americans who joined up with Canadians who got ahold of those said they suck and made moonshine stills out of them. You cannot make this up. But hey, with the hell that is going on over there, I'd need moonshine more than bullets.
But no, other than that Major Bonnefoy who tried to flirt with me, a married man whose wife would gut that Frenchman like a trout, who was there to seal a few munitions contracts our firm drew up for a few companies, I come home expecting to see my wife and son, who is crawling around more and more these days and he actually looks at me and smiles when I say Nikolai but I come home to a letter that Natalya gave me from Matthew. She hadn't opened it which surprised me. Said she had a bad feeling about it. Guess she was right. I haven't drunk much since Nikolai was born but I needed one after this. I had begged him not to! Begged him! What good does honor do you if you are dead?
And I know Katyusha is being sent to a hospital in England to help the soldiers who get sent back to that island but she's safer there than Mattie will be. And that is only about a year then she will come back here for a while. Although this was a softer side of Natalya that takes a lot to come out. She actually hugged me and told me it would be okay and she had faith Matthew would be safe after I had vented the feelings out in the backyard by taking my baseball bat to the tree. Now I need a new one. Sucks.
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. And yes, historically the chauchat machine gun sucked so much that often they were picked up off the battlefield to make moonshine stills. Soldiers thought it useless as a weapon. I call it the "So-so" in discussion because of that and the French pronunciation sounds a lot like that. (Like Show-show) Anyway remember to read (well you just did) and to review. Ciao for now
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