I do not own Hetalia okay? I am glad to see the response I am getting to this story and will work on it a little more. While I like to believe that reader response doesn't affect me, let's be real here. I am a human being and need to know people like my stuff. But anyway, enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
November 27th 1914
I know it is a month before Christmas, but well, it is now the time for those letters. And I have to get it written up and sent out now if I want it to get to you before Christmas. If you had told me this time last year I would be married with a child on the way, I would laugh at you. I had started courting Natalya a few months before this time last year but at the same time, she didn't seem like she was ready for much more than that at the time and as you know, I never like pushing the fair maiden into something she doesn't want to do. Not when said fair maiden is very assertive on what she wants and is more than willing to punch me in the face if I treat her badly, which if I did, I would deserve. And she reads the room at least. I know I have done things she really doesn't like, like braid her hair when she doesn't want it done and she won't kill me on the first infraction, but I also know when she says she doesn't like something she means it. And how to tell when she really doesn't like it and when she is just trying to cover up her feelings.
But there's bigger news than the fact Nattie doesn't like it when I braid her hair. Back in October she was confirmed pregnant is now about 3 months along. I can kind of start to see the bump showing but our neighbors said at this point it still is kind of early to tell unless it's a big kid. This just made her even more sure that it's a boy. Which if she is right and the neighbor is right, that is going to be one big kid and I dread to see her when she gives birth. Nattie doesn't like me saying it but she is a delicate build and well...that's not going to be easy. We haven't decided on names yet, it's too soon but she wants some Russian ones. Well, we'll talk about that more when the kid is born. She has a few picked but I won't discuss it too much until we know for sure. I honestly kind of want a girl. A little princess to just spoil. Wouldn't that be lovely?
Winter hasn't hit too hard yet. Still is kind of rainy and wet, but no snow just yet and I'm relieved. Nattie does the shopping while I am work and I don't want her to slip and fall. She won't stay inside and rest and it has been hard for me to tell her that I will pick up some of the housework. At least some of the cooking and dish washing. I've kind of had to go behind her back and get Ivan to talk her into letting me help out with some of the chores. It's my duty to her and the baby after all. If junior is going to be born healthy then Mom can't be working herself to death.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
PS: I will NEVER stop calling you Mattie bro. Deal with it.
So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? (For the type of story this is) Let me know in a review. I will speed up some time jumps, as if I were to do it for every day would be impossible. Besides, some of the real drama shows up in the years 1916, 1917 and 1918. If you are into history, you'll know the big events in those time frames. But anyway, remember to read (well you just did) and to review. Ciao for now,