I don't own Hetalia okay? I know I skipped a bit of time on this section but it's building to the big drama coming up. Anyway, enough of this A/N, on with the fic!

March 3rd 1917

(from the diary of Alfred F. Jones)

We're heading to the docks today to see Katy in. She's done her year with the Red Cross for getting trained as a nurse and will be coming back into New York today. It's been nerve racking since those Krauts have started attacking American ships again. Like what the hell dude, we ain't even at war with you guys. Yet anyway. I don't know who had schnitzel in their frontal lobes, but I can't imagine it's a good idea to keep antagonizing this country. We'd kick their krauty kraut asses, especially if they are getting as worn down as Mattie suggests in his letters. Then again, he may just be saying that so I don't worry about him too much. That would be so like him. He'd never tell me just how much trouble he was in until I had seen it myself. Although if he was here in the US, his home wouldn't be pulled in automatically because of weird British ties, we fraught a war with England for that 141 years ago.

This war has me so worked up, I nearly forgot what Nattie told me yesterday. She's expecting another child. I kind of suspected so when she was having the same morning sickness and appetite increase she did when she found out she was going to have Nikolai. Although, it does seem to be more so than when she was pregnant with Nikolai as well. I'm going to have to talk to Katy about that. She's old enough to at least remember how her mother was when she was going to have Natalya and maybe could remember before Ivan was born. Maybe I will have my little Daddy's girl to spoil this time around and teach Nikolai how to beat up anyone who would harm her. I mean a big brother is the protector of his siblings after all. Although because of complications Mother had giving birth to Mattie and I, he's older by 3 days but doesn't act like it, at least when we were kids he didn't so I had to defend him.

Nikolai is moving and walking and talking all over the place. He's a loud kid. I'm surprised the cat we got to help control the mice hasn't scratched him yet. We've had to block off the stairways because he keeps trying to climb them and he can get up a few but then can't quite get down without falling or crying for me when I'm home. Often I'll come in and hear 'Daddy koshka not play'. He's picked up on the Russian word for cat. I mean I call the furball 'hero' but Nattie calls him, 'ubiytsa myshey' which means 'mouse killer' He loves that thing so much. Although Natalya swore when we got it if it scratched Nikolai, she'd skin it and and learn Chinese cooking. The cat took her seriously I think. Because I wouldn't put it past her when it comes to her children she'd do something like that.

So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? for a journal entry anyway? Let me know in a review. You World War 1 history buffs, will see by the date of this one that a lot of things are going to boil up pretty soon. For those of you who are still learning I will give this, Arthur Zimmerman told an American Journalist it was true, his telegram on the date this happened. And from the concerns, unrestricted submarine warfare is still going on. Anyway remember to read, well you just did and to review. Ciao for now,

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