I don't own Hetalia okay? I honestly don't have much to say on this one so enough of the A/N, on with the fic!

April 28th 1919

Dear Natalya,

It breaks my heart to hear your brother in such a state. I know my brother had sent him to stay with us before his arrangements to go back to America was made. Sadly, big brother Francis nor anyone in the French military could do so to get him back sooner given how the situation in Europe was at the time. I am sure you have read about it in the newspapers if Ivan would not have told you much himself. It had frustrated him to no end that he could not get home to see you, your husband and the one he spoke of most of, more than his best friend Fredka as he called your dear husband, he was so longing to see your children which part of him was deeply depressed and disappointed he could not run after them. I had told them that the children are innocents and will only see their beloved uncle and may even think of something to do with him in the wheelchair as of in their childhood innocence they will see nothing bad about it. While I had hoped from our discussions he had picked up on this, I understand that the trauma of war is still a lot for many to bear. I have seen it in the civilians back in Paris as well. The mothers wailing and lamenting for lost sons and husbands, children from the war torn countryside, which I don't think that even in 100 years the land will fully heal from, all who roam the streets looking for a way to make a living. Me and my brother's wife had done our best to make sure we could help but it was never enough, never enough and it broke me down to see that I could not make the way go away from the civilians' minds let alone your brother's. He was very interesting to talk to and Alice, my sister in law, had insisted I learned Russian from him. I don't know if it was to make him feel useful or because he can be such a stern as they say 'schoolmarm' type.

I had told Ivan when we had gotten off the ship and came back on that cold December day, that if he ever wanted to speak to me, to write or even come on over to the Plaza hotel. It is very nice here and they are even putting in elevators. Not like I wouldn't carry that big man all the way up to my suite myself as he had given so much to help his fellow man in that hell of war. And forgive my bias, but I see Ivan's struggles as the result of a more selfless action than your Matthew's trauma. I mean nothing by the man as I have never met him myself but he was a soldier and I know from what I have been told about you and your husband that if he did not fight valiantly he would not have been so welcome in your home after what had happened to him. I do know that despite their butchered French, those Canadians can really fight from what my older brother had told me.

I will stop by and visit him in the next few days as this was not the Ivan I had hoped to bring home. I feel all I had done for him went for not. I cannot have that happen. Thank you for letting me know and feel free to write me so far. I find New York charming and don't plan to go to Hollywood just yet. I am looking into painting and experimenting with this new Art Deco style.

In your humble service,

Lucille Bonnefoy

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