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!
February 14th 1915
(from the diary of Natalya Jones nee Arlovskaya)
I may be pregnant but I am not an invalid. I never missed church just because of bad weather before, so why should I now? I know Fredka has my best interests at heart, but I will be fine. Especially if our son takes after his father's strength, a little rain and snow will not hurt him. Big brother still came along with us. I know Fredka was hoping he'd talk me out of going but Vanya knows better on that matter. Once all was over, Katyusha made us a nice dinner. Sadly, but also just as sadly, and expectantly, her new boy toy Sadiq left her back at the start of the new year. From what I can tell, she just has a broken heart. He didn't take any of her money or virtue nor did he make any promises to her he broke. While this is better than many of her other suitors, I still will beat that masked Turk within an inch of his life. While she may be obnoxiously trusting and a little bit of a weakling idiot, that is my sister. No one dishonors her like that and gets away with it if I can help it.
We had a delicious Sunday dinner of roast beef, potato dumplings, and Katyusha's homemade sauerkraut. If there is nothing else that she is good for, she is a good cook. Better than Fredka. He tries his best and when he does make supper for me, I do eat it because I know the intents of his heart, but the only thing he has been able to make that I find a little more than palatable is hamburgers and hot dogs and fried potatoes. I honestly like the potatoes more than others but since I have been pregnant, I or the baby I swear, really wants those hamburgers. Well this may be a sign he will take a lot after his father.
After we left big brother's house, we went back home, and Fredka turned the heat on warm and then sat me on the couch where he gave me a bouquet of flowers, remembering which ones I liked and to make sure it is an odd number, those chalky conversation hearts and a big box of those chocolate Hershey's Kisses along with a silly card with two birds on it with a heart. He then pulled me in close and kissed me, "Happy Valentine's day my darling Nattie." All I could do was blush and look away. The chocolates are all mine. He can have some of those hearts.
God, I love that man, even if he can be a little overly excitable about things that seem silly, like giving candy to your lover on Valentine's day.
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