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!
April 7th 1917
(from the diary of Alfred F. Jones)
So it is offical, the US is at war. Between the submarine warfare and that Zimmerman telegraph thing, where Germany tried to get Mexico to attack the border, that was it. But it gets worse. Much worse. So not only did my blood brother think it a brilliant idea to join in this war, but turns out my brother-in-law, the man I see just like another brother, even if I wasn't married to his sister enlisted too. Said it was some noble thing that I stay and he go as he doesn't have a pregnant wife and child like I do. What in the hell is going on his mind on that one? It wasn't a plesant scene when he told Natalya. She punched him in the face which was quite an achievement for someone as little a she is and in her condition. I guess she's not in that delicate a condition right now. She's only about 5 foot 3 inches tall and he's 5 foot 11, nearly 6 feet tall and bulky. Next thing I knew was I heard a string of Russian profanity so fast, that I could only partially keep up. I've picked up on some of the things Natalya said, and it must have been really, really bad because Katyusha covered Nikolai's ears and took him to his bedroom until this all settled. Figuring Natalya could handle her own, I headed into the study and let her have at him. Maybe venting the frustration in person is better than hiding it in a letter.
But seriously, Vanya knows what is going on there. I know he's concerned about Katyusha. I know that even though after her stint over there in England as a nurse she has a little more self confidence and not as much as a crybaby as before but that is his sister after all. I did say I would take care of her once tempers did calm down a little bit, but I don't know what I would do if I lost both my brothers in this. I've read what happened to some of Mattie's fellow Canadians and the fact I haven't gotten a letter since last October is scaring me. I have to keep telling myself no news is good news, but it is not helpful. I can hardly look at him right now.
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otherrealmwriter
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