Hi Roderich here! This is my 2nd fanfic so please be kind. Flames will be used to make s'mores while singing England demon summoning song.
A little glimpse of insanity. That was all he needed. Just a little push sent him teetering into the deep gloom. For you see, Russia was not always insane. Not insane until his little Romanov died.
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It was as normal a morning as any morning in Russia could be. Crisp, white snow covered the ground in thick clumps. It swirled around and landed like a butterfly onto unsuspecting noses. One of these noses was the nose of one Anastasia Romanov. She and her siblings were romping in the snow with not a care in the world, not knowing that soon all that her ancestors had worked so hard to build would come crumbling down. Ivan strolled leisurely through his garden, stopping every now and then to look at the city around him. Finally, he reached the palace. Soon he was met with the bright faces of four lovely young ladies. He smiled, "Privyet!" He yelled. They soon responded with similar greeting. Now, though Ivan loved all four girls and even little Alexei (, though Alexei was not so little anymore) he lived little Anastasia the most. He often played with her, strolled with her. Then, it happened. Ivan began his day like any other, he did not notice anything until that evening. He stopped in his tracks, as he was on a walk. He felt something. He felt pain, inner turmoil, then all went black. He woke up a different man.
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Hope you enjoy! I have little to know historical knowledge so don't flame! Review please :)