I don't own Hetalia okay? I'm glad to see so many reading and liking this story but at this part it won't be an easy order of each other's thoughts like before. A lot will be happening in the Jones and Braginsky families in 1917 in this story, so you'll see a lot more. Anyway, enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
June 24th 1917
(From the diary of Matthew Williams)
Well, it's something. Packing up my whole life into a suitcase and a few things to be shipped down but a lot of this I am having to sell or give away. Al has been a great help when I couldn't pick things up or just had a hard time determining if I should keep or get rid of something. He made me keep my old Mountie hat, jacket and boots saying they'd be useful in the New York winter but I could tell he thought it would be better if I kept it as a reminder of what I could do. He does have a point but at the same time, I have no more use for them and I am still have my uniform from the war. I still remember how he looked as I walked off the ship. I need a cane to get around effectively because my right leg doesn't move the way it supposed to without causing great pain. It still is weird having only half my vision. He suggested I get an eye patch and look all badass, and I know he means well, but just, I don't know. Ivan would look more badass as a veteran with an eyepatch in my opinion.
It had happened before he could write and tell me, but he informed me of Ivan's decision and his reasons. Meh it doesn't matter much in the end. I didn't want to tell him how dangerous ambulance driving was. Al's still under the idea the armies are noble enough to not shoot the medics. From what I have seen they don't try to, but they also don't try not to either. I'm also glad to hear he and Natalya are expecting again and to hear so much about how Nikolai has grown. I'm happy for them, I really really am. Yet, I don't feel happy. Does that make sense? I can hardly feel anything anymore. And I know Al is doing his best to try and understand I know he gets frustrated, but just how do you explain it? I have no clue.
Al has been asleep for awhile now as it is getting late and I assume he hasn't been able to get some quiet for awhile what with Nikolai and all, but another thing I have been having a hard time doing a lot is just that sleeping. Last night I had a drink with him of the whiskey I had left in the house before I had left and it helped but not much. I'm also trying to fight the urge to just fall into that bottle. It's not easy.
So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? Let me know in a review. I have a lot planned for these later chapters and I do hope to get this story finished by the middle of November, but we'll have to see how it goes. Anyway, remember to read (well you just did) and to review. Ciao for now,
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