I do not own Hetalia okay? This is kind of a spin off or alternate ending to The Longing of the Heart starting from chapter 69. Everything from there is different from the original. When I was writing that one I had two ideas on how to go. Well it's been bugging me that I didn't tell this tale from that angle. I am going to try and make this so you can read it on its own. Anyway, enough of this A/N, on with the fic!

August 30th 1918

Dear Mister and Mrs. Jones,

If I may introduce myself, I am Major Francis Bonnefoy of the French Military. I realized who I had met with during that horrible attack on your brother's ambulance. I realized who the driver was once I had actually met him in the hospital. I recalled when I had to obtain procurement contracts back in New York at the firm that he worked at with you. It was the lowest of attacks and despicable that I have ever heard from the Germans. While I have been told every time from my generals and higher ups in peace talks that they are not using such barbaric practices as to do something so evil as to attack and ambulance taking wounded soldiers to the hospital, which with Ivan driving, his record has been one where if there was a German in no man's land when he went out to treat the wounded men, he was one of the dear saints who would actually take care of them. Which is why it tears my heart to see someone so dedicated to the care of others in such a way.

Needless to say, if I am writing you like such, then your dearest brother is not in a very healthy state. Now before you think I am writing to you to tell of his untimely and undeserving demise, that is not the case. Currently he is in the care of some of France's best medics and being transferred to a hospital away from the nightmare of war in Rouen. I have worked with some of my fellow officers and the bullheaded instance of one of his fellow Ambulance drivers named Ernest that he will indeed receive the highest honors for his duty. I am informed that he is making a decent recovery, as best as can be hoped in the present situation but the doctors are certain however he has lost use of his legs and is paralyzed from the waist down. I would like to say his spirits may be improving. He managed to make a joke at my expense about how his homeland of Russia was the downfall of Napoleon, I may have been a little remiss if I were to remind him that if not for Lafayette he would not have a place to try and make a better life now. That conversation ended there and I may not have been the most appropriate of comebacks to.

I wish I could tell you that because of some miraculous deed that Ivan had done, the war ended and he will come home such a hero that he will be elected mayor of New York or some absurd notion, not that he could not do that before you think I am downplaying his worth, but I cannot. But I am able to tell you that he is coming home alive. Maybe not well, but alive. I had noticed a wallet with a photo of you and your lovely children and before he insulted Napoleon, the nerve of the man, and he mentioned that the little ones are his dearest treasure, even though he has not met the two youngest yet. For now, he may not be able to run after them but I am sure he will be the greatest uncle they could ever hope for despite this.

Forever in your debts,

Major Francis Bonnefoy.

So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? Let me know in a review. Now for those of you hoping this would be a sunshine and roses 100% Ivan is okay one, well where's the drama there? 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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