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!
January 16th 1916
Just what the hell were you thinking? You know how dangerous it is, you told me in some of the letters you sent! I am sure that none of your fellow troopers would think any less of you of staying back in Canada! You may be good at your job up there, but war is different, really different. I just don't know what the hell was going through your mind to think that was okay? That Canadian whiskey get you too good? Seriously bro! You're going to miss out on so much! Nikolai's turning one this year. He's already making baby talk mumbling, rolling all over the house and playing with the toys you gave him best of all. I swear he loves that freaking stuffed polar bear with nothing else!
Look, I'm sorry if I sound mad, because well I am. I am mad and I am hurt, but I am writing because Ivan suggested I do so and tell you how I feel. I was honestly thinking of just icing you out until you came back to my doorstep after something bad happened. Vindictive? Yes, I know, but Ivan is quite insightful and helped me to at least cope better with what you did. He reminded me of something I had talked quite proudly of when I was being a jerk when I first met him. Our family has a long military history of getting involved in every war America has been in. And since you are in Canada, well you took that tradition there too. And it would not be right if something happened to you and I never tried to set things right, or at least let you know how I feel. You're my brother. I love you. I may hate your decision by god, but I love you.
I've enclosed the family portrait we had done back on the 7th. That's when Christmas is usually celebrated in Russia and Natalya while wanting to get in well with how things are here in the US, doesn't want to forget what it is like back home. Apparently she has already beat a man who wanted to harass her for her accent when she went to the grocery store the other day. The way she is, Natalya is your best friend and most loyal woman you could ever hope for, or your worst enemy. And to be fair, if this country does go to war, as there is more and more people calling for it, I would face the same tough decision. Not to brag or trivialize what you must have been thinking, as you do have a clearer head on your shoulders than I do on a lot of things, but I would think it would be easier if you don't have a wife and kid at home. If something were to happen to me, I know that Natalya could handle herself, at least I think she could, especially if there's Ivan to help support her but I wouldn't want to leave it on her. And if you need anything when you come home, let me know. I'll see what I can do. I don't want to leave you hanging. Although I owe you a noogie when you get back okay. You don't go scaring me like that.
Your dearest brother,
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