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 Katyusha Braginsky)

It has been so busy these past few weeks. Matvey had been over to help me rennovate Vanya's house for him to live in easier. I just hope he will approve of what we have done. In Major Bonnefoy's letter we were informed of his paralysis and the fact he is wheelchair bound so at this Matvey said that we could move his bedroom downstairs and the study to his old bedroom was and that would make it easier for him to get to the kitchen without too much stress. There is a water closet on this floor, so all one of us would need to do is help him up the stairs for a bath. That is if the paraysis is total. I have talked with many doctors while I was working at the hospital to help flu victims, I do hope Natalya's theory that I or Matvey carried the virus to Fredka is incorrect. Matvey seems to have had it already in the war while recovering from what he described so he may be immune and who knows what working in the hospital has done for my immunity. Anyway, my rambling aside, one of the doctors told me that there is a chance, a small chance but a chance still that Vanya's spine is just bruised badly. I mean the initial injury happened back in August and the doctor did tell me that given battlefield medicine and the like it was unlikely that it is just bruising, but he did go on to assure me that if it is just severe bruising, then it will heal so he can walk. Maybe not as good as he used to and he will need a cane like Matvey does sometimes, but he will have that most basic of functions again.

I told Matvey of this one day after Fredka went home while they helped to build a ramp to bypass the stairs on the porch and I could tell the war had affected him. Truth be told I hadn't known him very well before he had to move in with Fredka and Natalya, but from the talks I had with him when they married and when Nikolai was born, he may have been quiet but there was hope and just a different look to his eyes. Ones that weren't haunted by a white haired Prussian he killed in the war. He just will not take the fact that it was indeed war as an answer. He somehow feels it is his fault. I recall some of the stories a stepbrother of ours had when he came back from the Ruso-Japanese war that in war it is you or the other person and luck is what can keep you alive. War is not real life. It's worse and different and all of the most civil of elements are stripped away but put with a modern technological vernir. Monkeys with guns is all it is. You are on your most primal of survival insticts and to come back to the normal civilized world is something one must adjust too. I told Matvey that helping him out was great practice for what I will have to do with Vanya. At this he looked forlorn for a second but then happy. Told me that Vanya would have the world's best care and then kissed me almost mournfully on the cheek. Like I was going to be gone or it is some lost love in the romantic dime novels. I don't see why he would think he's never going to see me again after Vanya gets back, I mean I don't see why he would object to him and it may do each other some good, as they had both seen much of the same things.

So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? Let me know in a review. The chance the spinal injury is just bruising came from watching Downton Abbey and Matthew in the first few seasons as they thought he couldn't walk after the war but later events proved otherwise. Other than that fun fact where I got some inspiration from, remember to read (well you just did) and to review. Ciao for now,

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