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 16th 1915
(from the diary of Ivan Braginsky)
It was a snowy day so I decided I would walk with Fredka to the office today and he looked to be in the world's worst mood. A mixture of anger and despair. Mentioned so much about how he had a headache and needed a new bat because his 'broke' but it wasn't until lunch I got it out of him. His brother, who is a Mountie in Canada, joined the military and is now being trained to head off to the war, if not already. I do remember how I felt when Katyusha said she would be sent to England for a year to work in a Red Cross hospital, but I know she is safer there than Matthew would be. And while Katyusha isn't going to England until February, we still get to see her off, be with her until she gets sent to her duty.
From what Natalya told me while Fredka was busy gathering everything he needed, as he is so adorably disorganized with things, he had read the letter when he got home and not wanting to cause a scene in the house, yelled a little bit but went outside and took his bat against the oak tree in their yard with such force it broke in half. After that bit was over, he had a few glasses of bourbon to calm his nerves. No matter what he was determined to not let Natalya or Nikolai see more than they did. Natalya was not phased, and Nikolai doesn't understand much. He is speaking a few words of baby talk, hard to determine which he is picking up on more, English or Russian or a mix of both as Natalya is insistent he learn both and speaks in her native tongue after hearing babies pick up on languages easier this way.
I understand completely why he would be so upset. He's worried. How he described Matvey, he is good at his job and does his policing duties well and honorably, but war is different. It is hell. It is hell when you don't have modern weapons and gases coming at you. Fredka has been trying to talk him into moving to New York for a long time, longer than I had even known him apparently and this just confirms in his mind that he was right about where his brother should live and he must be so frustrated. I hate seeing him like this. His smile always lightens my day and my heart and to see him like this just scares me so. I know he'd never hurt Natalya or Nikolai and with the way she is, if he even tried, she'd kill him herself. I do worry about him though.
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