I don't own Hetalia okay? Now some of these chapters will be told from people who haven't been before, but that's to show how the story is progressing. But anyway, enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
June 20th 1917
(from the diary of Alfred F. Jones)
Here I am, on this train into Canada. To take Mattie back to New York after his injury. I wanted to see my brother again, I wanted him to move to New York with me. Just not like this. Defiantly not like this. I'm glad Nattie is okay with him staying with us. Hey, their nicknames rhyme. That'll be fun in the house. I mean Nattie does not like some of the pet names I tried to give her thinking they are too flowery or cliched or dumb. I mean will Nikolai be able to tell me and Mattie apart? We do look a lot alike after all. I would hope my son would know what his father looks like after all. Then again the biggest tells are how our hair is and eye color. Something not a lot of two year olds will be able to notice.
I kind of wish they were here with me. I mean want Mattie to think he's welcome as soon as I meet him off the boat. But I don't want Natalya pushing herself more than she does already and Nikolai is still rather little for long journeys on a train. Although I had seen a few kids his age run up and down this train being obnoxious, something that I and defiantly Natalya wouldn't allow him to do, I mean this thing is moving! They could get hurt! Natalya yells at me and Vanya when he slips and hurts himself playing with us before he was sent over to Europe. And it's my fault in her eyes that he got sick off that big ice cream cone that Vanya gave him. I am not taking my son's ice cream his uncle got him and eating it. But if Vanya wasn't an ocean away she would have let him have it. I just dealt with her scolding and moved on. I know she is as upset as I am, if not more.
Although I wanted to ask her about those kisses he gave before leaving. I don't know if it was something they did in Russia or just because he was overly emotional for the time. I mean I get why he would be. Meh, I just want him back alive and hopefully in better shape than Mattie is.
I just realized that this is the first time in a very long time I had gone a long distance just me. No Natalya or anyone else. It's like being a bachelor again. But not as fun. I see my wedding band and just miss that I can't show Natalya this beautiful countryside. I still want to see the Pacific with her and Nikolai of course one of these days. I had gone to the Santa Monica pier one summer before I had met her and I loved it, she would too if she thinks Coney Island is fun. Just to see her ride in on the shore with a rare smile makes me miss her more. God I feel so alone.
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