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!
January 15th 1916
(from the diary of Natalya Jones nee Arlovskaya)
It is so nice being back home. The neighbors are no longer contagious and Nikolai is growing up so fast. He is speaking a little bit of baby talk. Fredka swears what he heard as "da da da" was him trying to say 'daddy' It seems like he is picking up on English. I hope he does pick a little Russian easily. Fredka has been picking up on more and more himself, which makes it harder for me to hide when he is annoying me. I remember around Christmas when he was playing with Nikolai and his new ball a lot I had said, "Vy vedete sebya kak rebenok, kotoryy s"yel vse konfety v magazine" and he had replied back that he hadn't had that much candy, just 4 canes and some of a gingerbread house. Which honestly is like eating all the candy in the store. I also wonder what big brother is teaching him while they are at work. Is he doing that on purpose so that I don't have that so I can talk with my son without his father hearing? What if I wanted to plan a special surprise for Fredka alone with Nikolai? Then again maybe if both parents can speak both languages, Nikolai will be more apt to use both. The neighborhood kids will speak English so he will with them.
However, Fredka was so distraught when he read the letter that came in from his brother today. I cannot say I do not blame him and do not understand what he is feeling. As close as he is to Vanya, it is never the same as your own brother. I have only met his brother a few times and while he seems to be afraid of me, which I do not understand if he is a Canadian Mountie, maybe he is different while on the job, I never imagined him being so willing to go to war. He seemed innocent enough and this war will ruin him. However, Fredka grew up with him so the bond is very strong. I do hope that the United States stays out. I could not handle it if I were in his shoes. I shudder to think what would happen to Vanya. Poor man broke his favorite bat in his rage. I will have to get him a new one when I grocery shopping again. But I vowed "to have and to hold for better or for worse" and as his wife, I must be there for him to have to support him.
Translation note:
"Vy vedete sebya kak rebenok, kotoryy s"yel vse konfety v magazine – Russian- You are acting like a child who ate all the candy in the store.
Obtained via Google Translate
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