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 Ivan Braginsky)
Today was so busy. My nephew was born today. Little Nikolai Alexander Jones. Honestly when Matvey told me that Natalya's water broke, I was very anxious. There were stories that my mother told us of when she went into labor she often would injure my father. Claimed that she did not know how strong she was when she was in that much pain. Knowing Natalya, the fact Fredka walked away with a sore hand is the best he could hope for.
Fredka thinks he looks a lot like Natalya, while she thinks the opposite. I honestly think there's a good mix of them both in the little boy. It was such a precious sight, seeing the whole new family just asleep. I had told Fredka to go to bed and I'd look after Nikolai. He had been up all night and while he wasn't giving birth like Natalya was she was insistent that he stay by her side the whole time. I found what she said kind of funny, although I wouldn't say that to her. 'You put this child in me, you will stay here until he is born or else!' Seriously, that is something she would say on that matter, wouldn't it? If I do recall she was the one wearing him down trying to conceive in the first place. It wouldn't be my place to remind her of that fact.
I'm writing this from the rocking chair in their bedroom right now. Natalya had recently woken and getting something to eat from Katyusha. I told her I would join her later and let Fredka and Nikolai have some peace. I am certain that this journal would not be read by anyone but me as I am even sort of confused on if I do really feel this way. Besides, it could never be for a million reasons, some more obvious than others but seeing how Fredka was holding onto Natalya made me envious. Not for what they have per say, well sort of, it's hard to just articulate it that is why I am hoping writing it will help me compose my thoughts. I wished I was in Natalya's place. The sun shining on me and the one I love as a new day began. It's crazy. Honestly it may be the fact I haven't gotten much sleep myself. No way that a man could love another man like a man loves a woman. Even if that were the case, he is married. It can never be. So I will be the best uncle that little Nikolai can want and the best friend that Fredka could ever ask for.
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