I do not own Hetalia okay? I am thankful for all you who have read and faved and reviewed this so far. I don't have anything else to say so enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
February 14th 1918
(From the diary of Alfred F Jones.)
Today was a rather quiet day. Natalya has been so busy with the kids lately, I decided that for her for Valentine's this year I would take the children and Matthew to Katyusha's. He didn't seem to mind and Katy loved seeing the kids again. I like to think that they are making life better for both Matt and Katy. Katy was rather lonely before and well Mattie needs something to give him hope for the future. He's been reading a lot of books, complained I didn't have enough that he thought would be good enough to read. What, isn't Jack London and Steven Crane good enough? The rest of the books are ones that Natalya brought with her and they are in Cyrillic, so good luck with reading that Mattie. I may have picked up on basic Russian since I married Nattie, but god knows I cannot read how it is written at all.
Seeing how she has been working herself so hard, even with Mattie's help, I figured I would just give her a day to us. God knows we haven't had a day like that in years. Don't get me wrong, I love my kids and family and would do anything for them, but one cannot neglect their marriage either. I handled dinner though. I don't think Nattie liked my burgers like she used to. She could hardly get enough when she was pregnant. She said that women often will have their tastes influenced by the babies while pregnant, so I guess that means they take after mine? Well she'll make sure to keep them to have a diverse diet though. While Ivan and Anya are too young to have anything besides milk, Nikolai is a picky eater. That is until Nattie says he's going to eat what she has prepared. He loves my burgers though. She often claims I am spoiling him. I think his uncles do more. I mean last Christmas you should have seen how much work Mattie put into a train set for him. He did like the boat better. But man. Ever since he's settled in, Mattie has taken up wood carving more and more when he isn't watching the kids.
But after my romantic dinner of my own cooking, chocolates and carnations, I carried my princess up to the bedroom and rubbed her feet much to her delight, that she never admits. Those shoes women wear these days don't look very comfortable. I mean they can't be. How she manages trips to the store in them, I'll never know. But I think now she just wants me to hold onto her like she does when she's worried. No matter what I do for her, Vanya is still thousands of miles away in danger. I know just how she feels. It's killing me too.
So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? Let me know in a review. Mind you this is just a fluff bridge to some bigger things I have planned. Anyway remember to read, well you just did, and to review. Ciao for now,