Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, The Division, Halo, and Star Wars.
I made a mistake in the last chapter, the year Jonathan received his leg injury was 1984. There is a scene in here that is a reference to another story, called Potter's Bones, one of the scenes in that great story is Harry waking up and finding Susan Bones sleeping on his bed, and he's 'risen with the tide', which is repeated throughout the story, so I wanted to give that story a little homage. I did, again, make another mistake in the second chapter, so I want to address it here.
There will be Jedi versions of Jonathan and his friends/girlfriend, which will be underlined.
Chapter 3: The Reading Begins
Jonathan awoke. He knew it was a bit too early, but he had been dozing lightly, and had fallen asleep around one in the morning. But that wasn't the reason he'd woken up. As he continued waking up, he steadily became aware of some pain down on his crotch. He blinked confused, and then he saw the other occupant of the bed. Platinum blonde hair, and a gentle breathing pattern he'd recognize anywhere. He hissed out a curse as he saw a certain Ukrainian woman asleep in the bed with him, and then he realized something.
"Fucking hell Kat," he murmured, "you couldn't have slept with your breasts pushing against my chest?" His answer was a sigh from the still sleeping female, and he moaned in pain. He sighed again as she gently squirmed in her sleep, and her bum pushed harder against his member. As she too stirred from her slumber, she rolled over, and their eyes connected, Katyusha's with confusion and then recognition, and Jonathan's with some minor pain and amusement.
"I really screwed up last night didn't I?" She asked. Jonathan shook his head.
"Not your fault. I typically sleep with either my back or front to the wall, and you likely didn't see that, thought it was your bed." He shrugged. The two talked for some time before Matthew came to get them for breakfast.
After they'd eaten, they just talked for a bit before Hestia came to get them. Then, everyone assembled in the meeting room. Looking around, Jonathan saw Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, Hestia, Artemis, and Athena talking amongst themselves.
"What's going on?" He asked at a lull in the conversation.
"Not much," Hestia said, smiling warmly, "but Percy and Poseidon both received the same dream, and as Olympian gods and goddesses, we don't get dreams."
"The fact that both of them got it is important," Athena said, "but there's more we don't know yet." He could tell that she wanted to add more, but she paused and told him to spend a little more time with his friends. As he wandered around, he saw Katyusha talking with Natalya and Ivan, so he wisely decided to leave them alone. Then he spotted another note on the table, but nobody else appeared to see it. He quickly read it, and followed it's instructions to go to his room.
There he saw an innocently lying note, and the soldier read it. "Fuck." He cursed, dropping the note, which read: Jonathan, we are deeply sorry, but to prevent the wars and plague, everyone is going to have to watch your memories, even your future self, though we cannot say who he is. We've already told him through his dream, but since your past self is here, we are not using his memories since the most life-changing event that you experienced has to occur for him.
He slumped onto the bed, tears springing to his eyes as he recalled, unwillingly, Jordan's death over and over. It was only when Ukraine came to get him that he snapped out of it.
Jonathan looked at him confused for a moment, then shrugged and looked towards Anakin. Anakin was happily chatting with Katyusha, who seemed interested. He shrugged, and let them be. There was another flash, and a book appeared on the table. Jonathan, James, and Jonathan didn't bother reaching towards it, so Matthew reached towards it. "It's one of Jonathan's," he said before reading it.
October 19, 2016. Normally I'd put down dear diary or dear journal, but I figured I wouldn't. With the new game by EA and Dice, Battlefield 1, released, I got it today on my Xbox 1 and played the campaign intro. All I can say is wow. Just wow at the amount of detail, the music is a 1930s song, but the fact that you play as the 369th Infantry Regiment the Harlem Hellfighters is awesome! Just the fact that you get era appropriate tanks and planes and guns is enough to get me to play! Signed, Jonathan. The Canadian male read, and then looked at the soldier.
It was Katherine who asked the question. "Battlefield 1?" She said, her curiosity shining through.
"Battlefield 1 is a game set in the hell of the First World War," Jonathan began, "and over the course of the campaign you play as a tank driver, after that a pilot in the RFC which was merged with the Royal Air Force and the Royal Naval Air Force, all of which became the RAF. Then, an Italian Arditi member fighting in the mountains, who tells his story of how he finds his deceased brother to his daughter. After that, you play as an ANZAC soldier named Frederick Bishop during the Gallipoli campaign. Then," he paused and muttered something under his breath, "you play as a Bedouin rebel named Zara Ghufran." He explained quickly, then sighed.
Matthew looked at him before reading the next entry.
"June 6th, 1946. Dear journal, I cannot believe it has been two years since the Normandy landings. Yet, the Canadians are pushed to the back, as usual. Maybe the Americans are bad. Or right. I don't know anymore! Hannah and I have been having an increasing amount of fights (mostly one-sided for her, I wouldn't hit a woman unless absolutely necessary) and arguments over what happened three years ago. She thinks that she has the right to tell me about what happened when I am not ready yet. I am sorry sister, simply because I can't tell you, and I am sorry Michelle, for failing to bring your fiancé home." Matthew read, James turning to look at his little brother.
"You are not dyin' on me. Okay? I made a promise I'd bring you home," the lieutenant growled protectively. Jonathan sighed quietly. Matthew groaned suddenly.
"It's another one of Jonathan's, though I can't tell whose the last one is." He said, before reading the entry.
"'This is London. You will now hear a statement from the Prime Minister. I am speaking to you from the cabinet room at 10 Downing Street. This morning the British Ambassador in Berlin handed the German government a final note. I have to tell you now-this country is at war with Germany.' Those words changed my life. But before I enlisted, my father asked me if I was truly ready to go to war. He told me that the good soldier kills without thinking of his enemy as a human being. In the moment he sees his enemy as a fellow man he is no longer a good soldier, and I was a good soldier. Gods of Olympus help me.
Within us lie the seeds of an undefined greatness. We are the fathers of our own future, and that future must be chosen, nurtured, and guided. It must be driven with unending conviction, lest our lesser nature let it stray into shadow and darkness. We fought everywhere, in every condition known, using weapons we could not have ever dreamed of.
But death is death, no matter where or you are, and suffering is the exact same in every language. The technology moved quicker and faster than you could think how to use it. Yours, theirs, didn't matter. This war proved from ocean bed to mountaintop that the greatest killing machine is man. Complete and total war brought death home. It wasn't just the soldiers on the frontlines, this time it found the workers on the assembly line, the commuters on the trains, and the little ones in the schools.
Airmen, infantry, volunteers, conscripts. Them and Us. It didn't matter where the danger came from-the threat of death brought everyone together. Victory? It just meant staying alive. War-man's unworthiest creation. What lead it back to us? Does a hidden hand guide it? Birthing us in violence and blood and death. Ending us in fear, alone. Until you have pulled the trigger of your gun on an enemy, you're not ready for war. You are only ready to die. Beginnings, endings, in between one and the other. Between first and last, always searching. Sometimes we find mothers and fathers, sons and daughters, and brothers and sisters. We have no world without them, and there is no other world .*" Matthew read, exhausted. Jonathan sighed.
"That was me, back after the Korean War," he informed them carefully, and James peered at him suspiciously.
"Why do I have a really suspicious feeling about you?" James asked silently.
James is getting a bad feeling about Jonathan.
*This is basically all of the narrator lines from Battlefield V, but while the introduction is good, the multiplayer definitely needs more work done on it.
Apart from that, the reason why nobody's asking for names, etc., is because that talking session, which is alluded to in chapter 1, basically let everyone introduce themselves while Jonathan's trying to get to sleep.