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!
May 20th 1917
(from the diary of Alfred F. Jones)
Well things are busy right now, if nothing else. Vanya finished his training and will be spending some time here before he is shipped off to Europe. I still hate what he did but I am coming to terms with it. I got a letter from that snob Lt. Col Kirkland today. It's as I feared, well not entirely. Mattie's injured pretty bad. Bad enough to get discharged. I am going to go up to Montreal at the end of June and pick him up and bring him back here. If he's half blind and has a hard time moving around, he can't go to work where he was before and I will have to look after him until he can get back on his feet again, no pun intended. I am kind of proud of him. He's made Sargent and one can't do that unless they are good at their job, even if this war has become nothing but sending people to be cannon fodder until one side's government has had enough.
Ivan told me he's been assigned to the ambulance corps as a driver, why I don't know, but apparently they thought he had a knack for driving fast in a way that doesn't care to get somewhere fast. Honestly I don't know how to feel about that. I was hoping they'd just stick him on the quartermaster department or something that has him in England as one of his fellow soldiers say, "Polishing a seat with his ass". He's still going to be on the front lines but it's an unspoken rule that you do not attack the medical corps. But accidents still happen. We've been able to at least have the family on good terms before he leaves. It's important because I don't want the last things I said to the man I consider to be like a brother is vile things. I mean he's the one who told me the same thing when Mattie joined up.
Natalya seems to be okay with where he was placed and sees that as an actual honorable task than being sent into the meat grinder. She thinks that only those who have steel nerves in the worst of things are suitable for this task. But she is annoyed he won't be here for the birth of our second child. I did promise a picture when she's born. I have a feeling I will have a girl this time. It goes boy-girl-boy-girl, at least I hope so.
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