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!

March 15th 1923

(from the diary of Natalya Jones nee Arlovskaya)

Those foolish Italians. I don't know where they get their ideas they could get revenge like they did but well, I sure showed them. Maybe they thought that Fredka was Matvey, wouldn't be the first time. They had some red-haired idiot come through with the most stereotypical Italian accent ever yelling for Matthew and well, I had my own protection, caught the fool and stabbed him in the gut. Eliza made sure the children were away when it happened and Roderich got the police who carried him off. I haven't told very many people about our plans to move to San Diego so they won't follow us. And I hope this sends a message. Those idiots thought I would be some weak maiden. They obviously do not know me.

Frankly, I do not see any reason to tell Fredka this happened. The children don't know. I had told the police were just lost when they stopped by. Never even saw the attacker. So much the better. Roderich did think that this would happen for a while after we move, but Eliza does seem to have things under control with the defense. Besides if my knowledge of power dynamics is correct, there is a vacuum that is needing to be filled. Or one of the bigger bosses is trying to take over and wants less blood.

I am trusting that Fredka picks us a good house and decent furniture. I had seen some of his tastes before when we were shopping and the décor he picked was just horrible. But I missed him so when he left the other day. I trust he will have us a home and we will be able to move in and the children will love it. I can tell you, it has been a long time since I had the bed to myself. It's kind of cold. Fredka holds onto me tight and well…. it's quite warming. I heard the weather is nice all year round. I am honestly tired of cold. I grew up in this and if I am leaving the land I was born in for horrible reasons, then I would like to come to the shining city on the hill they make so much fuss about. And Fredka seems happy to go to work now. I cannot stand him being blue. I am his wife and it is job to make sure him and our family are happy and well.

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. But the way it is going this one will be longer than the other. One is over a few years, this a whole decade practically. 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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