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 1916
I'm sorry for upsetting you like that. And for not replying sooner. Although you probably expected there to be a massive delay. Or you should have. Trust me, if something happened to me you'd know before the last letter I send would get to you. If nothing else my upper level officers are good at getting the next of kin, the tragic news that their loved one got killed in no man's land. We're getting settled in here near the Somme river. Funny thing happened when I made it over to Britain before being shipped over to France. You see they wanted to do a physical examination once we made it over there before being deployed and the nurse who took my vitals for the doctor was a one Miss Katyusha Braginsky. Small world huh? She said she took this nursing gig the Red Cross offered and was sending her pay back home. She was tired of feeling like a shameful ward of her younger brother and wanted to so some good and have some excitement. Well she is going to get it if what I saw in some of the other wards proves true.
They also had us fill out a pretty grim form of who to contact in case of death. That was more important to them than any other. I put your name and address down. You know how to handle me no matter what. I don't know how long it will take for this to get back to you but trust me, I am looking out for me and my fellow Canadians. I'll do our family proud. You do remember how upset Mother was when Dad got sent to Cuba? Pretty much a lot like you were in that letter. But he came back. Although he died from Malaria when we were 16 and the doctor said he got it back in that war…. But I am not fighting in the tropics, France is a lot like it is back home. It can be pretty wet though. I've had to get used to walking in the trench muck. It's worse than anything else I have seen back in Canada and there's some nasty mud there too.
Send little Nikolai best wishes from his Unkie Matt. I just noticed the date I wrote and it is his first birthday. I wish I could be there to see it, from what you told me Natalya will be so happy he made it through his first year. Although he is your son Al, nothing could get to him unless he did something incredibly stupid to earn it. May I remind you of ice skating on thin ice with no shirt on when you were 13? You had pneumonia for a week because of it. But with Natalya as his mother, he's not going to do such foolish things as she will stop it before it begins.
Mess call was just sounded so I will wrap it up. Sounds like from the rumors we are getting double rations today.
Your dearest brother,
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. I did put a quick throw away reference to All Quiet on the Western Front there with the double rations comment as that is how the book opens up. It's a good read about World War 1. Mind you it's from the German perspective as the author Erich Maria Remarque was German, but much of the experiences are the same. Anyway remember to read (well you just did) and to review. Ciao for now