I do not own Hetalia okay? I know it has been awhile since I updated this fic but I do plan to have this story go to the end. Anyway, enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
May 31st 1919
(From the diary of Ivan Braginsky.)
Well, I honestly do not know what to think of this day. I am finally home after a long day at the Plaza and Katyusha and Natalya left early to take the children home. The twins fell asleep on some cake they were given and Nikolai was found sleeping in a potted plant about 7 in the evening today. It was then Katyusha and Natalya decided to take the children home and I was able to spend time talking with just Fredka as Lucille was entertaining some of her associates in her art circle. I have met a few and they seem to be brilliant. I have say I relate a lot to one of the authors who was an ambulance driver himself, just in the Italian theatre. He was injured as well, just not as bad as me. Something he said stuck though, when you go to war as a boy you have a great illusion of immortality. Other people get killed; not you ... Then when you are badly wounded the first time you lose that illusion and you know it can happen to you." And there is one artist who is a good friend of Lucille, very close who paints a lot of flowers. They are beautiful but can't help but think they are something they aren't. I may be thinking too much on this.
I was very happy to see that Nikolai liked his gift. Natalya made me keep ahold of the bb gun as I will teach him how to shoot at my house, she does not want it in the house until she knows he can be responsible with it. I had asked her what she does with Fredka's as I know he has a shotgun and an old west style revolver that his grandfather had passed down claiming it was from Wyatt Earp, which I doubt but Fredka loves it the same, and Natalya claims because the ammunition is kept separate and locked in the case that it would be less dangerous than them just keeping the bb gun in with it. I think they have an another motive behind it. I know they are trying to get me more involved with them and people without seeming like it. I understand why. I really do. But it seems just so sneaky. I know they want me to feel as if nothing happened, but I know it did. I will end up writing the ambulance driver about some things that happened to me, as he is interested in traveling to Paris and writing some of his own stories. Although I am excited for these upcoming days as Fredka will be bringing Nikolai over for me to teach him how to use Lucille's gift and I now have honor to uphold as apparently Natalya had informed Fredka of just how good a shot I was back in our village in Russia. And despite being the best friend I could ever have hoped for, he has to prove himself and claims he is an impeccable shot. I do hope the good memories of today cloud out the bad dreams. Matvey has told me that there are times he dreams of the man he shot in the war, and no matter what he does, it comes back from time to time, but more so during times of stress and despair, which he doesn't know when to tell when it will come and go. But I must keep the promise I made Nikolai. He wants to learn to shoot to be a hero like his favorite uncle. Me. It's too touching at times.
So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? Let me know in a review. I had made some references to Ernest Hemingway and Gertrude Stein, members of the "Lost Generation" and in their own artistic circle at the time. The quite is Hemingway's own. This story is intended to stand independent of both The Longing of the Heart and The Healing of the Heart which this story will have a difference from both naturally. Now if this will be as long as those, that I do not know yet and I won't update as fast as some of the others I have. But anyway, remember to read (well you just did) and to review. Ciao for now,
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