I don't own Hetalia okay? I don't know if I will get the usual entries because it's late where I am and I have had a killer headache all day but I want to get something now that it's dissipating. Anyway, enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
October 8th 1918
(From the diary of Alfred F. Jones.)
Well we had Vanya's funeral today. I haven't been to very many other than my parent's but it seems that the weather matches. It was cold drizzling rain. It was everyone, Nattie, the kids, me, Katyusha and Mattie. I swear some of the times he goes over for a "Panic attack" he doesn't really have one. Like dude, if you like her just say so. The only relative of hers that may have an issue is Nattie and I don't think she'd mind. He has been trying to look for work but not many places are hiring that he is looking at. The factories and stuff. I told him to try the newspaper,since he told me about his captain back in the Mounties saying he had the best reports handed in. The funeral had the usual funeral stuff, I was more focused on Nattie and the kids. Little Ivan and Anya are too young to understand much of what was going on but could pick up on how their mother felt. Nikolai did sort of get what was happening. Mattie told me what he told Nikolai when he asked and while I think he may have been a little over exaggerating when he said that Vanya became his guardian angel, it helped him cope so I can't say much. Told Nikolai this was a place we could visit him now because of that. It's going to be an adjustment to say the least.
I was mainly focused on Nattie and helping her carry on. It's true, she is a great mother and this shook her up and we all need to help remind her that Vanya wouldn't want his niece and nephews to suffer because their mother was distraught over this. Putting it that way helps her cope. It was mostly me that handled digging the grave. Mattie helped how he could but sometimes the work would be too much and the injuries he suffered would act up. I didn't think any less of him for suffering for that, actually pretty grateful he helped out. Katy helped out some too but they both took turns making sure Nattie was okay. If there is any comfort I can draw from this is that he's here now. We can visit him. Yes he's dead and can't talk back but it's a comforting presence in a sort of way. I mean it could have been worse and he just left to rot in no man's land. We were able to lay him to rest so that hopefully his soul won't wander the lands looking for peace like the stories. Uggggghhhhhhh. Hate those.
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