I don't own Hetalia okay? I don't have much to say but hold onto your heartstrings. Anyway, enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
October 1st 1918
(From the diary of Alfred F. Jones)
Well...I don't know...I just don't... I mean I am calmer than when Colonel Kirkland told me what happened. Going Battle of Yorktown on that Limey Bastard won't do any good. Would likely get me thrown in jail for beating up a British officer and I don't need that. Nattie and the kids need me more than I need to avenge Vanya. Maybe if they didn't need us to save their asses from a bunch of potato eating bastards (At least that's what one Italian guy I sometimes get lunch from calls them) then Colonel Kirkland wouldn't have to tell me this news and wouldn't have that black eye. Yes I know he didn't do it, but I just don't know anymore. I always imagined Vanya being there like a brother and we did everything together. Just watching the kids grow up, him as the uncle that spoils him and me as the nice dad giving them a break from their strict mother when she wasn't looking and now, it's just a marker in the ground we'd talk to. A few pictures that now just feel different. I mean I am looking at one of them now, of him in his uniform before being shipped off, and I swear just yesterday it felt different. Heck it felt different this morning than it does now. Like that statement from Colonel Kirkland and Major Bonnefoy changed it all.
I'm writing this while Nattie is just crying in my lap. She isn't even saying much about me running her fingers in her hair. Often she tries to get me to stop after a little while. She's got beautiful hair. Look at me, commenting on my wife's hair when I just lost my best friend and she her brother. She, Katyusha and I have to go to this office near the port so we can make the final arrangements. Mattie is going to look after the kids. God, this is going to be hard to explain to Nikolai. He's old enough now to remember Vanya somewhat. The twins never met him and are hardly a year old. It'd be much easier to explain to them when they are older. Sometimes I wish I had joined up with him or gotten there first and made him look after Nattie and the kids. Then he'd still be alive. I'm a lucky bastard, worst I'd get off with is like how Mattie ended up. Why is it those who are the sweetest come back from war messed up? Mattie has a hard time walking and has shell shock and Vanya's dead now. Said he had been in the hospital for a month before he had a heart attack from some infection on September 15th. Well I wanted him home soon, I guess in a way I got it. Just not like this. I did not want this.
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