- Author: I
- Title: Sankt-Peterburg
- title Chapter: Romanovs the feast of [Allegro prelude] [Ch 1 / 4]
- Characters: Russia (Ivan Braginski), Anastasia Romanov [+ whole family of the Tsar]
- Genre: Historical, Angst, Drama
- Rating: Orange
- Warnings: Crossover with Anastasia, OOC initial
Russia - Word Count: / /
- Notes: 1. I wanted to do a crossover with the cartoon of Anastasia, but keeping some truth in Russian history and the names of the characters. I've made a mixture of history and fantasy short.
The chapter is set years before the Russian Revolution. The names adopted are those of the royal Romanov family, and then those of the cartoon.
E 'was a bit' difficult to interact with Russia Anastasia, who is a child, but I wanted to give an image of Russia good, and not the Nation of kolkolkol to be clear X ° D
There are some inconsistencies historical, partly 'due to the fact that I actually mixed cardboard and-l' Empire never been to Paris, but he lived the rest of his life in Copenhagen, where she was born, and a bit 'to suit the story \u0026lt;3
Ivan loved holidays of Nikolai. They were one of those rare times when people could see him smile.
He stood in a corner of the huge gilded ballroom of the Imperial Palace in St. Petersburg, dressed in a matchless elegance, the envy even those closest to the Tsar himself.
A divided beje more simple, decorated with red ribbons and blue, dotted with worthless medals, and of course his sister's scarf tightly around her neck. It was his presence to make the ladies blush and mutter to their men. It was him, the Great Russia, the guest of honor and best loved by the crowd.
He stood in a corner smiling and friendly, was really happy, he saw his people dancing, colorful dolls that danced gracefully, and any weight on my heart melts like butter.
seemed really a child who enjoyed a birthday party.
This is because Russia was very fond of the Romanov family.
had seen them come one by one since they became the imperial family, had seen them grow, had accompanied them in campaigns and wars fought on their side who had always won.
And Romanov had always treated as a member of their family.
remembered as if they were only a few days the days on which was spoiled by the now elderly Marija when he needed love.
Marija Fedorovna was not only the Great Empress of All Russia, Zarina mother of Nikolai II, Ivan was a mother, or something like that.
Despite behaved like a child, ignoring the its nearly five centuries of life, he always Marija patience bore his children and tantrums when he could satisfy them. Led him to collect sunflowers, always led him away from the cold and snow that filled the heart of Russia with joy.
It was like a mother Marija was a brother Nikolai.
And at that moment watching them laugh on their thrones, along with Alexander, the current Empress, who liked to call Ivan sister.
As if it were a show just for them watched the dances of many dukes, grand dukes, marquis, principles that came from every corner of their empire dance happily together with their half, and occasionally joined in the dancing, whirling like butterflies with their children.
him no, Ivan loved to watch the imperial family fun. Because if they were happy so was he. Still could not understand the discontent of the people towards them.
sighed at the bottom but hated being bored, and after a bit 'tired to see people dancing it. But he did not have a woman to join the dance. He had to find something else to do, and knew not that Marija would have denied a few minutes of lively conversation between old friends.
" Ivan?" a familiar voice, loud and cheerful, called him pulling the scarf from behind his back.
If it was someone else can just touch his scarf probably would have killed him instantly. But he knew that someone was not any bad any hostile person.
" Anastasija ! What are you doing here, you should not be playing with your sisters and your brother? "
The little girl with brown hair, almost auburn, shrugged his shoulders and began to fiddle with the scarf Russia, as if the game could drive away evil thoughts.
" Olga does not want me is between the feet while dancing, and I'm bored" snorted a little Grand Duchessina, then smiled fondly.
" Come dance with me, Ivan? "The cheeks of the nation are slightly purple, while her violet eyes wide open staring at the bewildered.
" Anastasia, you know that I can not dance!"
" Ivan, you have to dance with a girl, not a great lady!" Grinned maliciously taking with the slender fingers the hem of her long skirt puffy blue as his eyes, bowing slightly.
Braginski Ivan smiled in resignation, taking her hand to the small handed her later, walking with her towards the center of the room under the gaze of all present. The Duchess arrived at just the dock, and it was funny to dance with her, especially because he had to bend in funny ways. Nikolay saw just smile under his mustache. Anastasia was his favorite, though he would never have admitted, and was also a favorite of Russia. Olga, Tatiana and Maria were too conceited and cold, even if it does not manage to twenty years of age, while Alexei Ivan loved him as he was ill and could not get out often to play with him.
loved Anastasia climb on the back of his nation, he took her cheeks and squeezed, played with him and my grandmother went to pick him with the sunflowers.
Anastasia laughed and made him laugh. Anastasia was already a noble soul despite his young age.
Anastasia was a friend, a daughter, a granddaughter. And he loved Russia.
made her dance around the room, with concentric clumsy movements of the legs, both embarrassed, and people clapped-mocking certainly trouble the Great Mother Russia and the daughter of the Tsar himself-and the two of them laughed.
Russia hated children, found them loud and unbearable, capricious, headstrong, though he often behaves like one of them.
But he could not hate the children of the Tsar and his nephew of the emperor.
Above could never hate Anastasia.
They stopped shortly after the dance, and the little duchess invited him to sit beside you and your family. Olga and Tatiana were as usual gossip among themselves about who was between Norway and Lithuania, both invited to the party, the prettiest, and it made him grin.
Anastasija ordered drinks for both, although he had preferred drink of vodka with Nikolai.
" know that the grandmother returned to Paris?" Said curled golden chair, clutching her knees to her chest.
" I know. That stupid French does nothing but remind me what the Empress prefers his country to fool me! " Sooner or later I'll do it in pieces, thought.
Anastasia looked at Ivan with a veil of melancholy blue eyes.
" I will miss my grandmother"
"He will be missed too. But we should not worry, Anastasia! We can always make us each other company, from? "
The daughter of Tsar laughed, a silvery laugh that filled the cold heart of Russia with joy.
A waiter came to the nation, a bit 'hesitant.
" Rasputin asks you, sir,"
gaze and the face of Russia darkened, and his violet eyes dart around the room to looking for that individual who so hated, threatening and less reassuring for the people who crossed that look hateful.
" Ivan?" Called him worried Anastasija pulling the scarf.
" It's okay, Anya. Be right back, from "
as this man was more repugnant Ivan had ever seen. Ivan was not afraid of anything, despite terrible ghosts of his past haunted him often persecuted, and was not afraid even of Rasputin, was clear.
hated how she attacked the Imperial family and against Nikolay, hated as he professed healer, even when he could cure Alexei of haemophilia, he hated his look maniacal, his appearance malcurato. He looked like a madman, one who sought only to harm the Romanovs.
" Braginski Ivan! My dear Ivan! "
Ivan smiled. It was not that happy smile turned to Anastasia and her family. He was a sadistic smile that hid just hatred and disgust.
" I've already said everything I had to tell you, Grigory. I will not support any of your horrible plans the family of the Tsar "said cold to warm smile that the old Monaco had given him, hoping to buy it.
" Russia! I know you, I know how you really are! You are not the docile dog of the Romanovs! You're the cruel nation that has conquered half of Europe and the whole of Siberia! You are the one who drove out the world ... "but Rasputin could not even finish the sentence that Ivan, still smiling, took him by the throat and shook it violently.
" If you do not want to test what I am really cruel, you should not say the their name in my presence "
He left groping the air looking Monaco Russia ceased to exist as soon as the spring.
" 're just a dog! And sooner or later will destroy you! You know that Nikolai is not suitable to fill the role of Emperor of All Russia! Will lead you to ruin! "
" Envy is an ugly beast, Rasputin. I advise you to disappear from my view before that I should get outside, "
" If you had not softened because I'd already killed the Romanovs "
was true. He did not want to spoil the party by Nikolaj, this was perhaps the only real reason for not taking the head of that infamous and not smash it to him against the wall.
It was really too softened.
" Ivan! Is everything okay? "
But how could he not smile, Russia, when the small Anastasija the strap to the life and cuddling? If this was the price to pay, then it would remain a docile and obedient dog, but longed to get that love that only family that suited him.
" We'll be together forever, real Russia?"
" From Anya, what questions do you? You are my great lady, and I the nation will always be beside you, and you'll have to defend "
" are usually big fat men like you who defend the little girls like me to? "
" Ph! You're right! I will always defend, Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova, "
" Even I, Ivan Braginski. THE lyublyu tebya "
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