I do not own Hetalia okay? I got a decent response to this story and it is a kind of challenge to write it in this format. But anyway, enough of this A/N on with the fic!
August 25th 1914
(from the diary of Natalya Jones nee Arlovskaya)
Well today was, as much as I do not want to admit it, rather fun. Fredka took me to Coney Island for my birthday going on about how a good husband never forgets his wife's birthday and treats he like the princess she is. I never thought of myself like that, but who am I to say anything on that matter. I did like chasing after him with the bumper car. Just to let him know who really is the boss. I will say I was not expecting much for my birthday today but I am glad. I won't let him know just how glad. I like keeping him on his toes. I've seen some of our neighbor's wives and they look so worn down. And then I see their husbands. Many of them take those women for granted. And that is just putting it politely. Well I am not to be taken that way.
I have to wonder why we have not been able to concive yet. We've seriously been trying for nearly a month now. Is there something wrong with Fredka? There had better not be anything wrong with me. While Fredka has been at work, I have asked some of the neighbors about this issue and all they tell me is to keep trying. An Amusement Park is more of a family thing anyway. I often have dreams of him taking care of my, well our, child and they are very plesant dreams. It seems so heavenly and I will bring that heaven to Earth damnit!
Well I am also reminded of what our neighbor told me the other day. A child is the expression of the love a couple has together. The more in love you feel, the happier you are the more your body wants to get pregnant. Now how much truth there is to that, I don't know. Personally sounds like something you read in those cheap romantic novels you find at the bookstores. But it is a nice sentiment. I remember some families having parents who obviously hated each other and it made the child miserable. If Fredka is willing to do so much for me, maybe this is true love.
He lets me be me, actually finds what some have called my sour attitude kind of endearing, Why? Is he brave or just stupid? But he seems to care deeply for me. And it's not like I am the only one thinking of starting a family, he is as well. Maybe tonight we will finally get lucky.
So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? (for a journal entry.) Let me know in a review. I'm going to try and get the others entries for this day up today. Just depends on how I am feeling. Anyway remember to read (well you just did) and to review. Ciao for now