Hello everyone! M'kay so as mentioned in the summary, this story is a parody of the 1997 Don Bluth animated movie "Anastasia." I am in LOVE with the Pruhun ship and I noticed how similar they are to Anastasia and Dimitri and well this idea was born. ^^
I just wanna point something out though, this story-like the movie- takes place in Russia and (eventually) France so the hetalia characters are NOT counties. They're just people. Ok? Okay.
Here's a quick cast list so ya'll know who's being who.
Hungary/Elizabeta -Anastasia/Anya
Prussia/Gilbert -Dimitri
Romania/Vladimir -Vlad (XD)
Russia/Ivan -Rasputin
The Baltic Trio – Bartok
Hanatamago (Finland's dog) – Pooka
Rome -Grand Duchess (Aka Anastasia's grandmother)
France/Frances -Sophie
Oh and one more thing. Rome shall be called Romulus in this story. (Special thanks to my friend Ha-chan for letting me borrow the name.)
I also wanna give a big, big thanks to my friends Ha-chan and Mi-chan who have both helped me out a lot with this story. Thanks you guys! Your the best! :D
Ok so without further ado the disclaimer.
Hetalia belongs to Hidekazu Himaruya
Anastasia belongs to Don Bluth
I OWN NOTHING!
Enjoy :3
There was a time, not very long ago, when we lived in a world of elegant palaces and grand parties. The year was nineteen hundred and sixteen. And I, Romulous, was the czar of Imperial Russia.
The scene opens up in the grand ballroom of a palace. People of high nobility are scene dancing in all over the room keeping time with the music.
"Hello darling." Romulus waved as he sat down in a chair and watched as his two grandsons-Lovino and Feliciano- and his grandaughter Elizabeta- danced around in the middle of the dancefloor.
We were celebrating the 300th anniversary of our family's rule. And that night no star burned brighter than that of our sweet Elizabeta. My youngest granddaughter.
Feliciano spotted a big bowl of pasta on the snack table and broke away from his siblings running towards it. "Pasta~!"
Lovino scowled and ran after his little brother while Elizabeta rolled her eyes and ran towards her grandfather, pulling out a picture she drew from behind her back.
"Look at what I made for you Grandpa!" the little girl exclaimed happily showing the czar her drawing.
Romulus smiled. "It's beautiful. Just like you." he teased poking her nose.
Unnoticed by the two of them, right behind them a little boy snuck by. He had pale skin and silvery colored hair and piercing red eyes. He took a bite out of the apple he was holding and paused looking over at the two.
She begged me not to go to Paris. So I had a very special gift made for her to make the separation easier for both of us.
Romulous reached into his pocket and pulled out a small circular gold and green little box. Elizabeta's emerald green eyes lit up seeing her gift.
"For me? Is it a jewlery box?" she asked awe struck.
"Gilbert!"
The silver haired boy jumped, being startled out of watching the scene hearing his name called. He looked behind him just in time to see a kitchen servant storm over and lift him up. "You belong in the kitchen."
"Let go!" Gilbert demanded, dropping his half eaten apple and struggling to get free was the servant pulled him back into the kitchen, going through a secret door.
Meanwhile, the incident with Gilbert going unnoticed, Romulus took out a tiny key and began to wind up the up the box. The top part lifted up and two figures began to dance as music began to emit from the box.
"It plays our lullaby." Elizabeta whispered.
"Mhmm." Romulus nodded. "You can play it at night before you go to sleep and pretend it's me singing."
The two stood in silence for a few moments, just listening to the melody and watching the figures spin in a slow moving circle on the top. Suddenly Romulus began to sing along.
On the wind
Cross the sea
Hear this song
And remember
Elizabeta then joined in.
Soon you'll be
Home with me
Once upon
A December
Romulus then handed his granddaughter the key he had used to wind up the music box (which as it turns out the key wasn't actually a key at all but instead a flower like charm on a necklace.) "Read what it says."
Elizabeta took the necklace in her hand and squinted as she tried to read the tiny print on the charm. "Together in Paris..." Her eyes grew wide again and she looked at the man. "Really?!" She squeaked excitedly. "Oh Grandpapa!"
Romulus laughed as he embraced his granddaughter in his big strong arms.
But we would never be together in Paris
A startled gasp was heard from the crowd and Romulus and Elizabeta parted as the room fell silent. All of a sudden the room had grown significantly darker. A dark figure lurked through the crowd and people stood back, gaping and gasping in fear. One lady even dropping her wine glass which the figure simply crushed with his foot as he continued walking.
For a dark figure had descended upon the house of the Hedervary's. His name was Ivan Braginski. We thought he was a Holy Man. But he was a fraud, power-mad and dangerous.
Romulus' expression turned to one of fury and he rose up from his throne, storming over towards the evil man. "How DARE you return to the palace?!"
Ivan stumbled back slightly, pretending to be insulted. "But, I am your confidante."
"Confidante? Ha!" Romulus scoffed. "You are a traitor! Get out!"
"You think you can banish the great Ivan Braginski?" Ivan asked, his voice dripping with venom and an evil looking purple aura surrounding him. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a glowing purple vial with the top of the vial in the shape of a skull.
"By the unholy powers vested in me, I will banish you, with a curse!"
Everyone in the room minus Romulus and Ivan gasped with horror.
"Mark my words," Ivan warned turning to the face the crowd before pointing a finger at Romulus. "You and your family will die within a fortnight. I will not rest until I see the end of the Hedervary line, FOREVER!"
And with that, the Russian man held up the vial and an electircal looking blast of magic blasted from the vial and rushed upwards towards the chain that suspended a chandilier. The chain broke and the chandilier came crashing to the ground, causing the people nearby to flee.
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Flashback
Ivan was in what appeared to be some long forgotten ancient lab of sorts. Suddenly a big red tornado like thing burst forth from the sorcerer's circle in the middle of the room. The sudden gust of wind, threw Ivan back and he lowered himself to the ground as a shadowy figure loomed above him.
Consumed of hatred for myself and my family, Ivan sold his soul for the power to destroy us.
Ivan raised his arms in supplication. A shadow, like smoke in a windstorm, is sucked into the swirling vortex. As his soul left him, Ivan's skin, clothes and even organs are sucked off of him in the black shadow like substance, leaving him behind as a skeleton. Suddenly the same vial from before, the Reliquary, floats in midair over towards him. The skeleton reached out and grabbed it, his human form resuming as soon as the Reliquary made contact with his hand.
The Russian chuckled darkly and began to wave his free hand around the Reliquary. As he smoke whisps, looking like little demons, flew out from the vial and into the night, off to fulfill their master's orders.
"Go and fulfill your dark purpose." Ivan whispered, smiling sadistically. "Go and steal the fate of the czar's family once and for all.
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End of flashback.
From that moment on, the spark of unhappiness in our country was fanned into a flame that would destroy our lives forever.
The little purple demons flew through the night and towards the palace where an angry mob stood outside. The demons flew onto the lock of the gate and broke it, allowing the mob of demonstrators to run in and charge the palace.
Ropes were tossed around the statue of Romulus and was pulled to the ground, smashing to pieces.
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Inside, everyone by now was already aware of the attack and running for safety. The majority still in their nightclothes.
"Hurry children!" Romulus said as he ran down the hallway with his grandchildren.
"My music box!" Elizabeta exclaimed realizing that she had left it back in her room. She turned on her heel and ran back.
"Elizabeta!" Romulus exclaimed.
"Come back you stupid girl!" Lovino called after his sister but the girl was to fast. Romulus bent down and looked at his grandsons.
"You two go on, I'll meet you two later."
"But what about you?" Feliciano asked tears in his eyes.
"I'll be fine, I gotta get your sister. Be careful!" Romulus said shooing them off and he ran back to get the brunette girl. "Elizabetta! Come back! Come back!"
But the brunette girl was already back in her room by the time he reached her.
"Elizabeta!" Romulus gasped, closing the door behind him. The girl glanced up at him but smiled as she pulled out the music box from her night table drawer. Suddenly gunshots were heard, causing both of them to jump.
Amidst all the chaos, nobody noticed the face looking in through the window. He lad long brown hair and green colored eyes. His name was Toris Laurinaitis.
Romulus ran over towards his granddaughter and both of them cowered back as they heard another noise. Suddenly the wall began to open up and Gilbert stuck his head out and entered the room, urging the two to come towards him.
"Come this way! Out the servants quarters!" the albino said, practically pushing the two through the door. In the hussle, Elizabeta dropped her music box.
"Mr. Ivan! She's getting away!" Toris exclaimed in horror as he ran back to alert his master.
"My music box!" Elizabeta exclaimed trying to run out of the secret door again, but Gilbert held her back.
"Go! Go!" Gilbert exclaimed pushing her back in and slamming the secret door just as two soldiers burst into the room.
"Where are they boy?" One soldier demanded. Gilbert responded by throwing a picture frame at them and the soldier retaliated by hitting him on the head with the butt of his gun. Gilberty collapsed onto the floor unconscious.
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With the palace bursting into flames behind them, Romulus and Elizabeta run across the frozen ice. Neither of them being properly dressed for the frigid weather.
"Grandpa!" Elizabeta gasped as they ran.
"Keep up with me darling." Romulus huffed, still running. They passed underneath a bridge but little did they know that they were being watched.
Ivan was standing on the bridge watching them as they run. Suddenly, he lept up and jumped off the bridge, landing hard on his stomach onto the ice, grabbing ahold of Elizabeta's ankle.
"AAAAH!" the little girl screamed as she fell to the ground.
"I got you now!" Ivan laughed.
"Ivan!" Romulus exclaimed pulling on his grandaughter trying to get her free.
"Let me go! PLEASE!" Elizabeta exclaimed fearfully.
"You'll never escape me child." Ivan laughed manically. "NEVER!"
Crack
Ivan gasped seeing the ice crack beneath him. Before he had a chance to react, the ice gave away and the evil Holy Man fell in, giving Romulus and Elizabeta the chance to escape.
"Ah!" Ivan spluttered as he began thrashing in the water, trying not to drown. Suddenly Toris, along with his two other companions, Raivis and Eduard arrived.
"Master!" All three exclaimed in unison.
"GET THEM!" Ivan ordered as he was fully pulled under water. The trio jumped and cringed but stared at the water as their master disappeared from their sight.
"Should we go after them..." Raivis asked but tralied off seeing that Hedervary's were already long gone.
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The train whistle shrilled loudly and the engine roared to life as the train began to take off.
"Oh no! The train is leaving and Grandpa Romulus isn't here with Elizabeta yet." Feliciano exclaimed worriedly. He and his brother by some miracle managed to make it to the train all by themselves safely without running into Ivan or any of his goons.
"Wait, there they are!" Lovino exclaimed pointing into the crowd where he recognized his granffather and sister running towards the moving train, fighting against the frightened crowd.
"Elizabeta, hurry! Hurry!" Romulus exclaimed as the little girl struggled to keep up with him. They made it close enough to the train and a couple of passengers pulled him onto the train...but not Elizabeta!
"Grandpapa!" Elizabeta panted running as fast as her little legs could carry her.
"Here take my hand." Romulus ordered leaning over and grabbing her hand. "Hold onto my hand!"
"Don't let go!" Elizabeta whimpered, tears beginning to sting her eyes.
"Ooh hurry Eliza!" Felicino whimpered.
"Run! Run!" Lovino urged.
The train was going faster and faster and with the weird angle that he was forced to reach at, despite as hard as he tried, Romulus couldn't pull her up. Their hands began to slip.
"Elizabeta!"
Elizabeta's little hand slipped right through his fingers and she fell, hitting her head hard enough on the platform to knock her out.
"ELIZABETA!" Romulus howled. A crowd of people grabbed onto the man, pulling him back and keeping him from jumping off the train completely. Felicino burst into tears, burrying his face in his hands and Lovino just stood their, numb and in shock.
Romulus watched as the view of his granddaughter was obscured by the sea of humanity disappearing in the distance.
"No..." he whispered as a tear ran down his face.
So many lives were destroyed that night. What had always been was now gone forever. And my Elizabeta, my beloved grandchild, I never saw her again.
Welp, there's the prologue for ya. I hope it surprises. I think this is the longest prologue I have ever done. Yay!
So yeah, the reason why I added Italy and Romano into this story is since Rome is actually their grandfather, I thought it was nice little homage to the show.
And originally I was gonna have them killed off in this part but I couldn't bare to do it. (Plus I didn't want a bunch of Romano and Italy fans attacking me XD) So yay! They live. They'll only play a minor role. Nothing big.
And before anyone gets all worked up, the reason that I chose Russia to be Rasputin is because...since there's no real villain in hetalia, he was the closest thing to a villain I could use. Gotta work with what you got ya know?
I hope you all enjoyed. Please remember to review and have a great day. Bye!