I do not own Hetalia okay? I don't have much more to say here so enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
November 17th 1918
(from the diary of Alfred F. Jones)
Nattie finally left to look after the kids. It broke my heart to see her crying. It's just the flu, I don't care how scary the newspapers make it out to be, they have to hype this kind of thing to sell anyway. What with the war now over, they need something to keep people reading. It's funny, on the twin's first birthday is when Germany finally surrendered. But at the same time, Vanya almost made it. If his luck held out two more months. I'm still chilly even though there's like 5 blankets on me and that quilt that Nattie made after I got her her sewing machine as a wedding gift. I mean come on, Mr. Seward was pretty damn generous. She's so pragmatic. Usually. She's too worried about me. I'll get over this. I know she's still shook up from Vanya's death.
I mean I'd get better if I could just get something more to eat than soup, but at the same time, I can't eat much. But it's just exhausting. I've been catching up on my reading a lot. But still not Vanya's journal. I mean, I don't even know if he wrote it in Russian or English. I can't read Russian. I can sort of speak and understand it but read those backwards R Cyrillic letters? Nope. I should get Nattie to teach me and the kids to read it as well. I mean I know Vanya could write English fine, he did it at work but would he have bothered to do that on something that was his personal journal? I swear though, I saw him sitting in the corner the other day when it was just me in the room. I mean it couldn't have been could it? His ghost? Was I just delirious? I could have sworn he had gotten up and hugged me saying "Get well soon Fredka. Natalya, Nikolai, Ivan and Anya need you. I love you so much and miss you. I don't want to have you join me until you are an old and grey dedushka. I am always watching over my family. " Like I felt the pressure he did when he hugged me and it was as if he was there. But my fever was 104 the other day according to Katyusha before she had given me an aspirin to lower the fever. And that was the first time I had seen the ghost, so I don't know. Could it have just been what I wanted to hear from him manifesting it self in fever delusions or is my house really haunted by him. I normally am afraid of ghost stories but that...doesn't seem too bad... as long as he tries to be ghost uncle to the kids when Nattie and I are in our maritials. That'd be creepy. Your ghost brother in law watching that.
I'm going to try and read some more again. Nattie brought a copy of some Fyodor Dostoevsky novels claiming that they would keep me in bed. I'll keep her happy with that. Although I just want to go to work if not that then play with the kids, but I get why I shouldn't, especially if it is that Spanish flu and not a normal flu. If anyone dies of it, I'd rather it be me than to have Natalya lose a child. But she's not going to lose anyone to this. I am going to get better. And that starts with me stopping this and relaxing. Think on your feelings and fears of Vanya's ghost haunting you later.
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