I do not own Hetalia okay? This story came to mind and won't leave me so I am going to write this and see where it goes and what kind of response it gets. I don't have much else to say so enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
June 7th 1914
(from the diary of Alfred F. Jones)
Well, this has been quite the day. Still don't know if I had made the right decision but I guess we aren't getting any younger. Besides, if I waited much longer Vanya would think I was dragging his sister along. But to be honest I don't think she'd have minded if we waited 10 more years. She seemed okay with it out of just wanting to make Vanya happy and so she wouldn't end up a spinster like her older sister. Although I don't understand that one, Katy seems like a nice woman, just the worst luck with guys. When I started courting Natalya some guy named Feliks or whatever was dating her and left her at the altar. She's been so depressed ever since. Anyway, Vanya is looking after her now at his place. Poor girl.
Natalya looked so beautiful in that dress, I am not going to lie. I do love her. I do want to make sure she is well taken care of, but honestly, I kept staring at Ivan, her brother and my coworker at the firm. I don't know why. Maybe I was just nervous and just wanted his assurance like I do when we're at work. He was the one that suggested I ask his younger sister out. Said I seemed to be the only man that could handle her. If you had seen how we were on our first date, you would not believe I am writing this on my wedding day now. But she is now a Mrs. Natalya Jones (hee hee… now people can pronounce her last name so she can thank me for that….) and I couldn't be happier. And I can tell Vanya is happy too. She was the sister he seemed most worried about.
You see they came over to America a few years ago as the only family they had. Poor things. I will admit once Ivan got his job at the same firm I did, I saw him as an instant rival. People swore we'd tear each other apart. Eventally the owner of the firm, I guess tired of us being stupid to each other, made us work together and then we bonded. He introduced me to his family and then thinking I needed to settle down, he arranged a date with his sister and I guess we hit it off. I mean we are married. I can be certain that when we do have children, she will be sure they behave themselves.
Well that's enough for the journal for today, we're taking the evening trolly to Brighton Beach for a few days for our honeymoon.
So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? This story will be a series of journal entries over a period of years. I have the general timeline planned but filling them in, well that's another story. Anyway remember to read (well you just did) and to review. Ciao for now,