The Longing of the Heart

by otherrealmwriter

Set in the early 1900s, Alfred F Jones is a coworker of Ivan Braginsky in a firm in the New York City area who has just married his little sister Natalya. But how deep is their love and who does everyone really love? AmeBel and slight unrequited RusAme Told as a series of journal entries over the years of 1914-1919

5. Natalya's Journal 2

I do not own Hetalia okay? I got a decent response to this story and it is a kind of challenge to write it in this format. But anyway, enough of this A/N on with the fic!

June 17th 1914

(from the diary of Natalya Jones nee Arlovskaya)

It certainly is quite a change from when I was living with big brother. Do not misunderstand me, Alfred does not treat me poorly. Far from it actually. He's quite the gentleman when he wants to be and at times he can be quite the child too. I mean on our honeymoon he took me to a baseball game, which I made very clear I found extremely boring. Most husbands, or at least the ones the other wives in Alfred's or should I say, our, neighborhood claim their husbands do not seem to care if they are interested. Alfred then took me as a surprise the next day to a ballet performance of Swan Lake. Said it was to make up for having me so bored. His heart is big. He had wanted to do what the rich call the 'grand tour' of Europe or to take the Transcontential railroad from the Atlantic to the Pacific. Even more so when he told me of his boss's wedding gifts. Certainly we would have had money to do so, with that and the savings he had but I cannot in good conscious do that when said money would provide well for our household. But with Alfred being as generous as he is, he wanted to buy me something he said would make my life easier, and I gave in and have a new sewing machine.

I am also very fortunate he eats whatever I cook. No complaints either. I have seen the way he eats hamburgers and hot dogs when we do head out to the boardwalk. How he does not weigh as much as an elephant is beyond me. Big brother keeps telling me we are lucky, some of the lucky few who made it from the old country and able to get into the positions we are. I sometimes hear news of what happens back in Russia, and it is unnerving. Some of our neighbors still have family in Europe they hear from occasionally. This is probably why big brother was so persistent when he introduced Alfred to me. To make sure that I never lose the better life that traveling all this way brought. And if I must admit it to myself as undignified as it may seem, he is a handsome man.

So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? (for a journal entry.) Let me know in a review. I'm going to try and get the others entries for this day up today. Just depends on how I am feeling. Anyway remember to read (well you just did) and to review. Ciao for now

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