Honestly, I found it almost imposable not to right this. It was just too perfect. And it is also based off a true story. There was actually a young, royal Russian princess that went missing in a revolutionary attack on the palace. Knowing this and Hetalia, I just couldn't leave it alone. So enjoy!

The year was 1916, and St. Petersburg could not have been more beautiful. My name is Ukraine, and I never could of imagined that my father could have been such a popular man. I was living in Paris most of the time, staying with a close friend, but I deeply enjoyed my visits back to my home country. Mainly I found myself there during special occasions like Christmas or my father's parties. But I especially enjoyed being home to see my beloved little brother; Vanya Braginski. He was as you might say, my sweet little jewel. And in that year, at that party, I had a very special gift for him. I sat up on my own thrown at the head of the ball room, where people danced and laughed. I watched Vanya dance with our father; he was only about five or six at the time. He laughed and swayed across the dance floor with father messily, making his hat fall off to reveal his snowy hair. He spotted me and smiled wider. Father saw and let him go to run up to me. "Ukraine, I missed you!" He laughed, hugging me tight. I smiled down at him, ruffling his hair. "I brought you something Vanya." I said pulling out my gift. It was a small round sphere shaped box with gold lining the top and sides, the rest covered in green jewels. Vanya's eyes grew wide as he let out a surprised gasp. "For me!" He asked, taking the box carefully into his hands. I laughed at his reaction and nodded. "Is it a jewelry box?" He asked, unsure to what it was yet. He tried to open it, but found it to be locked shut. I chuckled lightly, pulling out a small necklace. It was a gold and green flower, attached to a long gold chain. Vanya looked at it confused. I took the box and set the tip of the flower inside a hole on the side of the box and it slowly began to open, bringing a little tune with it. Vanya gasped again, emeidantly recognizing the song. "It's our lullaby!" He said. I nodded. "Now, whenever I'm not there to sing to you, you can just play this and pretend I'm there." I said. A sudden urge came over me, and I found myself singing to the tune. "On the wind, across the sea, hear this song and remember~" Vanya started to join me. "Soon you'll be, home with me, once upon, a December~" we both giggled. I then handed him the flower key. "Read what it says." I said. He took it and brought it close to his face to read it. "Together…in..Paris…" He read. Once he realized what it meant, he smiled widely and hugged me again. "Oh, Ukraine, you really mean it!" He asked. "Of course!" I replied hugging him back, as we laughed.

But little did we know at the time, that we would never be together in Paris. That same night, a very unwanted guest arrived. His name; was Gilbert… Many thought he was a holy man, but he tricked us. In fact he was power mad and dangerous. Our father approached him, with a deep scowl on his face. "How dare you return to the Palace!" He hissed. "But, I am your capitor!" He said with a small smirk. "Our capitor, Ha! You are a traitor! Get out!" Our father yelled. "You think that you can banish me! By the unholy powers vested in me, I banish you! With a curse!" Everyone in the room gasped. "Mark my words~, you and your family will die! I will not rest until I see the end of all of you!" He declared.

Overpowered by his hatred, Gilbert sold his soul for the power to get his revenge. "Gooo~ fulfill my dark desires and kill their family~" Gilbert whispered to his glass cylinder, letting out green ora surrounded demons, sending them back to the Palace. The little demons had arrived just in time for a revolutionary riot banging on the entrance to the palace. The demons flew down and unhooked the gate, allowing the rioters to storm the castle. People inside had already started fleeing.

Vanya and myself were some of the last ones inside the palace. We ran quickly so we could disappear before the rioters could find us. All of a sudden, Vanya gasped in surprise. "My music box!" He said, letting go of my hand and heading back to the living room of the palace. "Vanya, Vanya stop!" I called out, but Vanya seemed determined to get his music box back. He ran into the room and grabbed the box quickly, shoving it in his pocket. "Vanya!" I said, grabbing his hand again. We were about to make our way for the doors when we heard the rioters banging on the other end. We looked around frantically for another way out, when all of a sudden a door in the wall opened up to reveal a worker boy, only slightly older then Vanya. He had short blonde hair and deep blue eyes. "Come on, through here!" He ordered, motioning for us to enter. With really no other option, we obeyed and entered in haste. It was in that haste that the music box fell out of Vanya's pocket. He tried to grab it again but there was simply no time, and the little treasure was left behind. The blonde boy closed the door behind us just as the rioters busted through the door. "Where are they boy!" One yelled at the worker boy. "Who?" He replied, trying to sound oblivious but it apparently didn't work, as the same rioter hit him hard in the head, making him fall to the floor, unconscious, and right next to the music box.

Vanya and I ran as fast as we could through the snow, stumbling slightly every once in a while. All of a sudden, something leaped from above, grabbing Vanya's legs. Vanya shrieked slightly, as Gilbert began to try and pull him towards him. I pulled on Vanya's arms, trying with all my might to keep Vanya away from the albino. Then the ice underneath Gilbert began to crack and brake. "No, no, no!" He yelled as his grip on Vanya loosened and he sank into the icy waters. I pulled Vanya into my tight grip and we began running again, we reached the trains, but they were starting to leave. We ran as quick as we could to get to them. I found the leg strength to climb aboard, and tried to pull Vanya up with me, but the train started to pick up its pace, and Vanya couldn't keep up. I gripped his hand tightly. "Vanya, hurry Vanya! Hurry!" I yelled, tears beginning to form in the corners of my eyes, the same as Vanya's . "Don't let go!" He yelled back. But as the train became faster and faster, I could no longer hold onto Vanya, and our hands slipped apart. Vanya hadn't noticed how fast he had been going and as soon as our hands no longer were held, he stumbled to the ground, hitting his head hard on the stone. "Vanya! Vanya!" I yelled out, trying to reach him, a few of the men having to old me back from falling off the train. I watched horrified as my brother was no longer in sight. I had lost my dear little brother Vanya, and I never saw him again.

Well, there the prologue, I'll leave this up for a little while to try and draw in readers and then I'll start posting the chapters, okay! Well, anyway, please review! Your opinions are always appreciated! :D