1917 - Russia - Prologue
Phineas' POV - Royal Mansion in the forest
You know what's really great about being part of the royal family? You're pampered from head to toe, and you don't have to listen to anyone! Well, except for mother, of course. And the royal advisors, and my tutors, and the adults… You know what I mean. A fifteen year old has a lot going on still. And being part of the royal family also includes many homes and adventures throughout Russia! Mom is out on a boat visiting America while I'm here, learning about our family history. You know, the Romanov family tree can be very interesting at times, but I just want to take a nap…
"Phineas!"
I shot my head up, suddenly awaken from my thoughts inside my head. Here I am, sitting on my desk in the study learning about the family tree. It's a snow day outside, I should building a snowman out there! "Huh..." I groaned, "Jeez, can't we do this tomorrow?"
"No exceptions, Phineas! Your mother would not be happy if she found out you were behind on your studies when she returns from her journey to… New York? I don't see what's so great about that place."
This is Mr. Doofenshmirtz. He's one of my many tutors (but my personal favorite) here in the mansion. Right now, he's working on his doctorate degree, but honestly I could just make the university he's studying at give it to him-
"-Phineas, did you even listen to my rant? Jeez, a platypus would be better a listener than you!" He exclaimed. Apparently, I'm also bad at listening. "We're done with today's lesson. Remember to look over your notes we took-"
Before he could even finish his last sentence, I raced off out of the room and slid down the staircase. Boy, was it great getting out of learning! The rest of the day is going to be the best snow day ever! After getting my jacket on, I ran out of the door and jumped right into the snow. I have so many ideas running through my head. We can build a giant fort made out of snow, or make snow angels, or have a snowball fights with some of the staff inside…
"Woohoo! Nothing can get better than this!" I shouted for the whole forest to hear!
Ferb's POV - Large farm in the nearby village
"Hey, you little upside T snot monster! Hurry up and finish that chicken coop... I don't pay you enough to be building a shack at that speed!" The mistress was yelling at me as I was 99% done with the building.
Instinctively, I groaned internally. How I hated being more capable than everyone else in this blasted place. Well, that isn't the problem. It was-
"You Brits are a lot slower than I thought! Why on earth did I hire you AND your father in the first place?"
That. That is the reason. You see, father and I just arrived here in Russia. But father said there was a situation that we must come here. Our lives were perfectly fine back in Britain, until war broke out. We were long gone before we even gotten a touch of a Bayard 1908 stuffed in our face. I'm sure, though, that nothing has happened at all. Father just wanted me to be safe from harm's way-
Thoof! I winced at the pain on my upper back. but I didn't show too much expression. The wench threw her shoe at me as I was on the ladder building her stupid shack. I could've nearly fell! I shot her with an annoyed look, motioning to the shack that it was done five minutes ago.
"Well, finally! It took you more than 20 minutes to finish it!" She exclaimed. Goodness, I could tell her breath smells like a mixture of onions, spoiled lamb, and bleu cheese from up here… I pointed at the other workers, as they're still working on the other shack. And I even started LATE.
"You want to know the difference, Furb? They PAY ATTENTION TO DETAI-" As she blasts me with her rant, the other shack has fallen. The workers must be pretty embarrassed as she was yelling at me in front of the perfectly-made shack I built. The entire farm must have heard the unfinished building come crashing to the floor. Oh, and believe me. The breeze from that mess felt great.
I came down the ladder to give her a raised eyebrow. But as the mistress begins to swing her palm at me without even a second to think about it, I grasped her wrists, brought her closer to my face, and whispered loud enough for her to hear me speak. "I'm not a dog, I'm a 16 year old boy trying to do a job. I appreciate your… Supportive exclaims at me as I built the shack perfectly and in a timely fashion than the other workers over there. It has inspired to work even harder from now on, and I appreciate that. If you'll excuse me, I'll be joining my father for a little break."
After my little speech, I let go of her hand and walked back to the worker's quarters without looking back. As I imagine in my head, she must be peeved from what I said, but I don't care enough to worry about it any longer. Russians can be the most disgusting and rudest people I have ever met. I'm hoping I meet one who is very kind… And sometimes speak for me. I don't like speaking often.
I opened the room where father and I are sharing for the time being. It's quite comfortable, and I didn't mind sleeping in a room with the only person I have in my life.
"Ah, Ferb! My boy, how was your afternoon?" He asked. I shot him with an exasperated look and slumped on the bed next to the his. "Ah, it was one of the mistresses causing trouble I'm guessing. Well son, I'm hope you don't mind living here. We need to earn enough money to move to America." Father walked over to the cupboard to get two glasses to pour some cold tea. "As of right now, our old home is way too dangerous to be living in. I trust our country can defend themselves, I just want what is best for us…" I gave him a thankful look, as I am grateful that he still cares for me. At least one of my parents still love me…
He walked over to my bed as he handed me a cup of tea. "So, what did you do today?"
"Well, I built a chicken coop. I hope something tumbles down on that witch sooner or later, whether it's the building or the eggs."