I do not own Hetalia okay? I honestly don't have much to say on the opening of this one, so enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
December 25th 1918
(From the Journal of Ivan Braginsky)
It has been awhile since I haven't really celebrated a Christmas. Not since I had become friends with Fredka and he and Natalya were dating. I remember that even when we first arrived in America, we still kept to celebrating the traditional January 7th date. It was actually that that got Fredka mad at me when I was first hired on before Mr. Seward forced us to work together and ended up budding our friendship. Then again Fredka was mad at my existence at the time so nothing I could do before then would have made him happy. But it has been rather dreary. We had left France on the 23rd, Lucille and I after Major Bonnefoy had said an overly French goodbye to us both and wished his little sister the best of luck on her way in Hollywood. I don't see why she would not have any. She is beautiful and many of the American Socialites she will be rubbing shoulders with will find the mere fact she is French so intriguing. Apparently she said there has been similar interest in French circles. Who am I to know? Not like I bother myself with the society pages anyway.
While we were forced to share a cabin, it is a first class one because of Lucille's status and she gets a lot of people who speak of her as an angel for taking someone such as me home. I have honestly spent most of the time in my section of the cabin keeping to myself. It's funny. I have dreamed of shipping back into New York since I left that harbor. To see Fredka's smile and the children again. But I will be coming in with it being bitter cold and I know Fredka will act like it is nothing but I doubt Natalya will let the children come see me and it will be him and me to take me home. Would what happened to Matthew happen to me? Fredka told me that Mr. Seward said to him that this would not be the case and it is not like the same things that Matthew had to do as a Mountie are the same as what I have to do for this job, but I still worry. In my nightmares, ones that seem to come more and more the closer we get to America, I keep dreaming of the worst fates for Fredka, Natalya, Katyusha, just all of them. Like that Spanish Flu infected both Fredka and Natalya and their children are left to Katyusha's care. Not like she wouldn't take care of them, I worry for her ability to provide. I was told that Matthew has been an active help in the house, I just know how his mind works now. You are forever changed after seeing what humans are capable of. It just scares me that something like this could happen again but worse. And it could be that my precious nephews are shipped off. Things are not simple anymore. Oh if something happened to Nikolai or little Ivan, I don't know what I would do. They are about the only reason I don't just bury myself in a bottle of vodka.
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otherrealmwriter
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