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!
May 31st 1915
(from the diary of Natalya Jones nee Arlovskaya)
I woke up to Fredka holding onto me tightly while big brother sat in the new rocking chair in the corner of our bedroom holding Nikolai. I rolled over to face him and ask what he was doing, and he told me he was looking after Nikolai while he insisted that Fredka rest. Nikolai seems to be sleeping soundly right now, so I won't wake him. I am still very exhausted. Our neighbors had warned me about this. I guess I should have expected it, but you never really can until you are in labor. Until Fredka's brother got the midwife we had planned, Katyusha took over, and she did help out although it seemed like forever until the baby was born. Finally, when my beloved son was born, the midwife declared it was a boy and Matthew "slugged" as Fredka called it, in the arm and said that I won the maple syrup he had brought. Apparently he promised a batch to whoever guessed the gender of the baby correctly and at the time I mean it is delicious but who gives a person that for having a child? Well he did have a few more appropriate gifts like a new bedding set and a plush polar bear toy. Nikolai seemed to cling to it a lot when he was placed in his cradle.
I was worried before he was born that Fredka would insist on something like Alfred Franklin Jones junior or something like that, considering how he kept calling Nikolai that before he was born. He didn't want me using the Russian middle name tradition. Claimed it wouldn't sound right. He does have a point. Alfredovich? Sounds like an Italian pasta sauce. He did suggest Alexander and it was alright by me. He spelled it the English way though. I insisted on picking the first name. Nikolai means 'victory of the people' in tradition, so that is what I decided on. Fredka also said it can be shortened to 'Nick' in case of any teachers in school who cannot pronounce his name. I don't think it is a hard name to pronounce, neither did Matthew, I asked him if he could when I wrote how it is spelled down, him being the other native English speaker in the house at the time and he got it right, but he claimed that school teachers sometimes have issues with names that aren't like his and Fredka's are. Big brother has gotten used to his name being pronounced differently since we arrived here, so I guess it will happen.
Big brother says Nikolai looks like a good healthy mix of me and Fredka but has my eyes. I think Fredka said something to that effect too when he got a good look at him when he was cleaned up. I don't know if it was the rush of birth or just our growing family but when I saw his smile when he cut the cord, I felt so happy. I knew that Nikolai just gained the best father, although he may have moments where he acts just like a child too, that anyone could hope for. Well Katyusha is insisting I eat something and she made a big pot of kasha for everyone so I will leave it there. Fredka is still asleep and Nikolai in his cradle. It is beside the bed so if he wakes, Fredka will know.
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