I do not own Hetalia okay? I am planning to wrap this up soon, so keep an eye out. I don't have much else to say, so enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
December 1st 1918
(from the diary of Natalya Jones nee Arlovskaya)
When it rains it pours as they say and the children have chicken pox after their father recovered from the Spanish flu. I'm actually happy it is just that, they will be uncomfortable for a few days and it will be hectic until the sores stop itching so much, but Fredka and Matvey are helping out, even Katy when she has a chance but because the flu is spreading so bad the Red Cross summoned her to help out with the hospitals. Luckily it was the day after Thanksgiving she was called to do so and today was the first day she had to work. I would not allow her in the house that soon after. I have also told Matvey that if he went to her house when she took on work at the flu hospitals that he was going to have to stay there until it passed or I felt that he couldn't pick it up from her and give it to the children. I have a theory that he was the one that accidently gave it to Fredka. It wasn't that long after he had that interview with that doctor who worked with flu patients for the newspaper. I know Matvey wouldn't spread any news to scare people, but I know how some of those rags will stir trouble.
Fredka insisted I take a break and he take care of the children. Mr. Seward had so many people come down with the flu that he told everyone to just take the rest of the year off. So many places have done things like that. But he is a generous boss and gave Fredka his usual pay for the rest of the year so we don't have much to worry about, and I am actually quite thankful for that. I don't think I could handle 3 children with chicken pox by myself. Fredka did tell me that he thought he saw Vanya's ghost while he had the flu and it told him to get well. I don't know if it really did happen, and he said himself that it may have been a fever delusion but I could see him doing something like that. And he finally opened his journal instead of leaving it on his bedside but he wrote it in Russian so Fredka asked me to read it to him when I feel up to it. I'm honestly too emotionally drained to do such a thing. Between losing Vanya, nearly losing Fredka and this, I need some time.
So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? Let me know in a review. Some things sound familiar about the flu outbreak there? Yeah I did some reading on the 1918 pandemic to today's world and I realize more and more there's so much that is the same stuff but different setting. History can be so fascinating like that. Besides as this story wraps up, I want you guys to have some happiness for our favorite characters here, despite their losses. Anyway, remember to read (well you just did) and to review. Ciao for now,
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