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!
August 25th 1914
(from the diary of Ivan Braginsky)
Little sister does seem to be running Fredka down in her obsessive desire to have a child. Poor guy. At least she hasn't gone to the point where she tries some of those weird patent medicines or old folk remedies on him. I had warned her against those but the only thing that I have noticed out of Fredka is just exhaustion recently. Natalya must really want to be a mother if she is wearing him down that much. Normally that man is full of energy. But he does want a child too, so I guess that's why he isn't saying anything to her. I don't think he is afraid of her. Is he?
Things are quiet at my house since Natalya moved out. Katyusha often does not talk much and minds her own business. She often works late to earn money but when she has a bit of savings, someone always talks her into some bad investment or business scheme. Then I have to go and try and get that money back. There was that one investor who promised her huge returns and then he ran out of the country by the time she realized she had been taken advantage of. There is a woman who runs around her job selling perfumes for some company and they are always asking for women to sell and they target people like her. She keeps saying to me to not worry about her, but that is usally after she had her savings spent on another foolish venture. So I worry. I worry about Fredka and Natalya as well. She actually told me to come another day instead of today. That she was spending the whole day with Fredka as it is her birthday. And I do worry about Katyusha's birthday present for her. It's that same perfume that that one older crazy widow who works at the shop she does walks around selling all the time. I don't want to think other women would resort to taking her money like the snake oil salesmen and fraudulent stock brokers.
One of them told her the muntions market would be good. Europe has started tearing each other apart after that Austrian Archduke got shot. The news I read is never any good coming from over there. And one person I met hadn't taken a bath in a month because they are afraid of a german as it is called, u boat, coming through the pipes. That makes no sense.
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