I don't own Hetalia okay? I don't know if I will get the usual entries because it's late where I am and I have had a killer headache all day but I want to get something now that it's dissipating. Anyway, enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
October 8th 1918
(From the diary of Katyusha Braginsky.)
Funerals never seem right. Like you are saying goodbye but not. They are to give solace but you still have to go on day after day with this absence. And I know if there is nothing else that would displease Vanya it would be for us to stop living because he died. He cared too much about all of us, making sure we had the best we could to make the best of ourselves. It was his idea to come to America after our parents died. Well Papa died when I was 10 and Mother remarried when she was pregnant with Natalya, that is why her maiden name is different than ours and he could care less what happened to us when Mama died. He found Natalya Fredka and he took care of me despite my failings. Always let me try to make my own way but kept the door open for when it inevitably fell apart.
Matvey has been invaluable this whole time he was off at war and even now. At first it was just because he didn't want to scare the children with his attacks but he told me that more and more that was just an excuse to come see me. Why does he need an excuse? If he wants to just come over and talk with me, that is fine. No shell shock or panic attack or pain needed. Unless he's still afraid of what Natalya would do to him for seeing me without a medical reason. I don't think she would object to that. She does respect him. I don't know, all I know is he's the one whose kept us focused on what needs to be right now. We cannot wallow in what is gone. There is still life to live. I just hope that Fredka doesn't stay out here too long without the umbrella. He gave it to Natalya and the children. He's going to get sick that way. And the sick that is going around now is horrible for men his age. I don't want him to get that sick and Natalya be here alone. I'm probably worrying too much but still. Fredka is very carefree with his health.
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