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. I know I said it was going to be told through journal entries but for some cases there will be letters too. But anyway, enough of this A/N on with the fic!
July 15th 1914
Dear Mattie,
It's been forever since I had seen you, bro! Well maybe not forever, forever. But still, why did you have to join the freaking Mounties? If you wanted to police stuff you could have just moved here to New York. I miss you. I miss us playing catch in the park together. I know you just moved to Ontario and not too far over the border, but it is still a long way apart. Ivan is a lot like a brother to me, especially since I married his sister and a lot of the time he comes over or just asks about us, I swear he's more worried about her than me. It's not the same as having your actual brother to hang around with.
Natalya liked your gift. She's not normally fond of sweet things but for some reason she really like the maple syrup you gave. And seriously Mattie, maple syrup? Well you did give us that nice fireplace set, which replaced the one I ALREADY HAD! We got most of what we needed to set up housekeeping anyway, so it's the thought that counts. It has been quite a feat getting my house ready for Nattie. You see she was very traditionalist and wouldn't move in with me until after the wedding. She'd kill me if she ever found out I told you but she really likes it when I hold onto her in her sleep. Getting used to having her share the same bed with me was tough but you see her at her true self, the caring, dedicated and loyal woman she is. I do remember you were kind of afraid of her at the reception. She means well. She's just very independent and protective.
You may be an uncle if we can ever get the timing right. Yep, you read that right, we're trying for a child. Nattie really wants to be a mother and I know you might disagree but I think I would be a good father and frankly I'm not getting any younger. Neither are you bro. You know what they say, women love a man in uniform at least. God, it just hit me, everything would change when we do. Kind of scary but at the same time, I'd love to teach junior baseball, take him and his mother to the boardwalk and the beach, just the whole thing. Imaging Natalya pushing the little carriage with junior in it seems so good to me. Like perfect heaven. Or is that what I am supposed to think? Am I just scared? You're better at this brotherly advice crap!
I don't know what the hell I am doing here, everything's just changed so much in the past month and will soon again if Natalya has her way.
Your brother,
Al
So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? me know in a review. There's an arc so to say I have planned where a lot of the story will be told in different ways in both journals and letters. (If you are a history buff you may have an idea what might go on if it is the summer of 1914 and there's 'troubles in Europe') Anyway remember to read (well you just did) and to review. Ciao for now
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