I don't own Hetalia okay? These are the last few chapters I am posting to kind of wrap these stories up. Now this will be the end of this series but if you want to use any of the characters or ideas for your own go ahead just let me know. Anyway, enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
June 7th 1964
(from the diary of Natalya Jones nee Arlovskaya)
God, it's been 50 years since I had married Fredka today. Just so much time has passed. Just how much things have changed since then. I had just found some of our old journals that had been put away years ago. Our grandchildren are over to help move things around and to see what the doctors say. Fredka had a heart attack a few days ago and luckily we were able to get him to the hospital quickly but the doctors are not hopeful. But just reading over Nikolai, Anya, Ivan and Alexei's childhood, brought so much back. I wish they would stop Americanizing their names outside of the house, even Fredka, Mr. Uncle Sam, born on the fourth of July, son of the Mayflower, god I could go on, hates seeing our children hide half their heritage because of some irrational fears. Frankly I find it stupid. Nothing but a bunch of fools who don't take the time to learn history. I should know, I was there when it was falling apart.
But frankly we made it through a lot. Things were well until the 30s when the Depression hit practically when Nikolai came of age. He was 15 when it really hit. Fredka's job did do reductions in pay and cut back some agents but he was a senior officer by the time this happened so we were secure. I had always known how to be prudent with what we had. There were a lot of hand me downs given from Nikolai, to little Ivan to Alexei, they all took after Vanya in their height but I had to tailor some of Vanya's old suits and clothes that we had saved in his death for just this time because while they were as tall as he was, they were not as broad. When Nikolai and Ivan were 20 and 18 respectively they went to Nevada to do some of the finishing work on the Hoover Dam, spent a few years in the budding Las Vegas town, which Fredka took me too for our 40th wedding anniversary, I swear I saw some mushroom clouds in the distance. Are they testing atom bombs nearby? Hating how dry it was, Nikolai joined the Navy and was luckily on break when Pearl Harbor happened, but was a crucial part of the aid. All the boys and even Anya's young husband joined up after that. Ivan was an orderly in a hospital in England until one June day in 1944 they pulled him on a boat, handed him as he said "a tommy gun and medical pack" and sent over for what was D-Day. As if I wasn't worried enough for him. But it was funny, just like his uncle in the previous global war started out where his aunt was. But unlike his namesake uncle, he made it through just fine. Alexei was a little aerial ace, well he'll kill me for saying 'little'. I just hate when I heard their war buddies talk about them. Nick, Frank or Alex. I had actually hit Ivan for that one. Although he said it was so people would not mix him up with a Soviet. I swear I want to stab that Joseph McCarthy for what he was saying. Man deserved what he got.
I am proud of what my children became and what they had done with their lives. Anya even made a great teacher, at least until she had children of her own and a few weeks ago one of them had a child of their own. I had already lost my brother, my sister and I have a feeling I will be a widow myself here soon. But I can accept this rather than when he had that Spanish flu. The priest had told me at church heaven you do not stay injured, sick or just ancient. So if it is Fredka's time, he will finally be with his old best friend. I have gotten rather sentimental as we moved things out of our storage room so that we have room for our granddaughter Molly while we find out what will become of Fredka. No matter what happens to him, I will say he did make my life certainly fun. I would not have the family I do if not for him.
So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? Let me know in a review. This is how I plan to end the story and like I said I am ending the series here with these. Fun fact with this chapter, how Ivan got sent to D-Day is modeled after what happened to my husband's grandfather's brother. He was an orderly himself, little real medical training, general came into the hospital demanding anyone who had even the slightest training, gave them a tommy gun and medical kit and sent them across the channel. Anyway, remember to read (well you just did) and to review. Ciao for now,
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