I don't own Hetalia okay? But by as many entries as there have been so far, I would think you'd know that by now. Anyway, enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
September 13th 1918
(from the diary of Alfred F Jones.)
I just don't know what to do. I mean I've been trying to be there for Nattie when we got that letter from that Ernest guy the other day but at the same time it's taken me everything to keep calm and let her cry. I mean it's all we had gotten about Vanya's condition and it sounds bad. I tried asking Mattie what he thought as he was injured by a shell himself and he said it sounded like for it to be that bad it was a near direct hit. He was hit by the concussion and it was the shrapnel wounds that really hindered what he could do. Some of the doctors were trying to declare him fit for duty until they found out Mattie became nearly blind in his right eye. And when he said that, Nattie headed out into the backyard, away from the kids and let out some of the worst curses against the Germans and politicians in general in Russian I had ever heard. I knew maybe half of them but knew that if she ever met one of them, they were going to be in trouble. Katy said if they never left Russia, she might have gotten wrapped up with the Revolutionaries there. Yikes...
I want to just stop. I want to go over to Europe myself and make sure he's okay but I can't. Just the lack of communication is killing me. All I know is that he's been injured, according to Mattie, he's likely to be discharged for that injury and that he'd be sent home as soon as they declared him okay. Nattie hit him for that, and while Mattie got mad, I told him to cool it, she's distressed. I spent my lunch break at work just crying because frankly, I don't know. It's been nearly a month since that letter was written, Vanya could have gotten better, well as better as can be hoped. He's going to be medically discharged based on what Mattie said but he also pulled me aside and warned me that out there there's just as good a chance that he could die from secondary issues like infection or that flu going around. Apparently from what he said that Spanish flu spreading again was spreading in the trenches when he was over there. I guess because Spain is neutral they're reporting on other stuff than our papers do. A few guys I know from work and who I sometimes played baseball with got it and one of them did die from it. What was funny is he was only 21 and pretty damn healthy. Weird. I didn't tell Nattie about this any more than she needed to know and that was just to make sure the kids didn't stick their mouths on stuff they shouldn't. Nikolai is 3 and the twins are nearly a year old.
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