I don't own Hetalia okay? I don't have much else for this opening. Anyway, enough of this A/N, on with the fic!

December 25th 1922

(from the journal of Alfred F. Jones)

Feliz Navidad, or at least that's said a lot down in San Diego. I have to say that in a way other than the children, Nattie gave me a great gift. Eliza got us information the marshals are using on that Vargas place and because of that, they have the proof they need to do a raid. And the marshal in charge of it said he knew the head of the San Diego Marshalls and they needed someone and since the chief of the Marshalls like me more than the New York division of prohibition enforcement. However, I don't know if it is going to go through yet. They told me wait until the New Year. That's why I am brushing up on my Spanish to impress the Marshall so they will think I will be worth the time to move out there. It will be long. I mean like over a week or so to get our stuff out there. I think I would drive it out but then Natalya would have to take the kids as well. Well she did say she would drive the car out there and I could imagine Nikolai and little Ivan wouldn't mind the trip. Well Anya is great with Alexei so can help Natalya. But all I was told by Marshal Pickett was if this raid on New Year's Eve proves to be of something then the new job is all but assured and if I could speak some Spanish he'd push it through. He's got very few agents who can communicate with the Mexican smugglers they have there. They can hardly say 'Hola' let alone 'Manos Arribas' if I can impress him with that so much the better.

I can't stay here. I just can't. I feel like I am doing nothing of real meaning here. Pushing paper. Yes, I am keeping Nattie and the kids up in a very comfortable living but I feel like I have to do something more. I have to do something and if that Marshall takes me on his team and sends me out west, that would do it. I mean my family line has been of men who fought in wars and I just sat the last one out. I know it is what Vanya asked me to do but god. I need action. I need excitement.

I am surprised Nattie has done all she did to get me this. She got the books from Eliza who had developed some hostility towards the Vargas family, apparently hitting on a pregnant married woman is okay for Italians. That and they have changed over the past few years. Like they keep getting more and more money and Lovino seems darker and more arrogant than he did when I first met him. So yeah, I am thinking they are in the mafia. I can overlook running a speakeasy but the stuff the mafia does, no. I have some sense of justice. Breaking a dumb law on drinking by bringing in stuff from Canada? Fine. Murderous crime empires? Now we have a problem and I am not some nerd who can find the key to bringing them in by looking at books. Heck Marshall Pickett said the ledger was just what need for probable cause. They'd go in on their own. Oh well. I'll know if we are heading out west soon or not. I just do not want to tell Mattie or Katy yet in case it doesn't pan out. If it doesn't well, I'll think of something…. I just cannot work in the same place as Mattie and keep seeing him get the good jobs.

So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? Let me know in a review. I don't quite know how long this one will be just yet as the other I had a more defined plan. I am toying with some Prohibition era ideas with the Vargas family but nothing too much has come so far. If you have any ideas, I'd love to hear it. Anyway, remember to read (well you just did) and to review. Ciao for now,

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