I do not own Hetalia okay? I'm glad to see that this story is getting a good traction but anyway,enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
December 25th 1915
(from the diary of Ivan Braginsky)
It has been a hectic few weeks, with Fredka, Natalya and little baby Nikolai over due to the outbreak near where they live. I honestly think they would be fine if they stayed back there and just did not have any real contact with the kids who have diphtheria and scarlet fever, but Natalya actually struck me for that suggestion when they first came over. It was after Fredka had come home from work. He had developed a deep affinity for coffee since Nikolai was born. He's been woken up at night and has had his fair share of diaper changes and feedings. Says he got some formula and bottles for cases when Natalya needed the rest and he obviously couldn't feed him the way she can. But because of this constant waking and broken sleep, he's needed more and more coffee to get through the day.
But I loved this little Christmas and look forward to many more where Nikolai will be able to open the gifts himself more than Fredka placing his hand on the paper and guiding his hand down. Most likely there will be many brothers and sisters for the little boy too. And not to put down Natalya's motherly instincts, but they will be better honed as she has more. It's as mother said, the first child you are scared to death on every sneeze and cough. I think the fact that Nikolai had gotten over the croup just before the neighbor's children fell ill made her really scared. And not like I would object to being around Fredka more often. He is my best friend after all. Best friend I ever had.
He's worried about his brother. His last letter said he wasn't going to join but at the same time it didn't say he would never. It said if one of his fellow troopers did join, he would as well. So Fredka is panicked as he sees his brother's fate tied to someone he doesn't even know. He keeps trying to talk Matthew into moving to America, but after the Lusitania, it's getting to be a concern this nation would enter too. I know Katyusha is looking to learn nursing and become a Red Cross Nurse helping out in Europe but I share Fredka's concerns for her. Not just for her safety, but how it will affect her mind. She does have a caretaker's heart but would that make up for the horrors of the wounds she'd have to look after? Seeing men with horrific injuries that no one has even dreamed of in their worst nightmares die despite her best efforts, even after doing everything right? She cries when the biscuits are slightly overcooked or she had a bad day at work. Things not even in the same league as battlefield medicine.
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