I do not own Hetalia okay? I am working hard to wrap this up here by the 11th, Armistice day so you'll see a lot of more updates. Anyway, enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
November 11th 1918
(From the diary of Katyusha Braginsky)
It has been nice to get out of the house and see my niece and nephews. Over the past few weeks I had been going through just the harsh process of sorting out Vanya's things and putting them away. I mean I could save some of his suits and other clothes and shoes in the attic for when Nikolai and little Ivan grow older. I swear that Nikolai will grow up to be as big as Vanya was. He's only 3 and as tall as most 5 year olds. A very good big brother to the twins too.
I had given Fredka and Natalya his footlocker with his journal. I could not keep that in the house. I mean it is technically mine now as was stated in his will but that just makes it so hard. It's like those things are now my things and all but I know they were his and it feels wrong using them like I had before he died. Like I am a vulture even though there is nothing to suggest otherwise. I haven't been in Vanya's old bedroom since last summer I think. It was actually Matvey who handled putting away his clothes and suggested saving them for our nephews. Now some of them may not be in style by the time they are big enough to wear them but they would appreciate where it came from hopefully. Then again knowing how Natalya is as a mother she'd show her teenage boys they need to respect the notion of legacy. But no Matvey has stayed in Vanya's old room when he does overnight and handled cleaning it because I just couldn't after I learned of his passing.
He did come across a few items that I did not know he had still. They were a few plush animals that looked like some weird bear, mouse mix that I had remembered from when we were children. Mama had made them for him when Vanya was younger and the fact they are still in tact and he kept them with him made me smile. I saw there were 3 of Mama's attempts to make a stuffed animal and knew right then that I should give them to Nikolai, little Ivan and Anya. Little Ivan and Anya seemed to like them but when I told Nikolai about where it came from and how even such a big brave man like his uncle was still kept them he held onto the old animal tightly. Natalya made him thank me and I knew that was going to be his favorite thing. I told him it's almost as if it is a piece of Vanya to keep with him and he smiled sweetly. I think with things like that Vanya will never be completely gone from us. I just hope so. I do know he would have wanted to do something like that himself anyway. It was just his nature.
So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? Let me know in a review. The year on this is 1918 and there was the Spanish flu outbreak so it will be mentioned. Mind you I am focusing on that era, so any similarities to this current mess, is purely coincidental. (And another reason I urge you to read more on this era, it's quite interesting) The stuffed animals I have in this are handmade original designs but drew references from cheburashka and how that looks. I mean Ivan has a plush one in the anime so I got the idea from that. So remember to read (well you just did) and to review. Ciao for now,
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