A/N: I don't own hetalia! Thanks for reading this chapter. And if anybodys from Russia or from another country give me a shoutout review and show your country pride! I'm from 'MERICA! (America!) Anyhoo, Please Review or Comment! Okay enough randomness onward with the story!

Chapter 11-*Story Time Part 2-Normal P.O.V.*

Ivan continued in his entrancing voice, "Anastasia grew up happily. She was a mischievious little thing, but was very dear to everyone. Soon though, she was no longer the youngest for her younger brother, Alexei, was born. Finally, the Tsar was happy to have a boy who could inherit the throne. The whole kingdom celebrated, but... that happiness wouldn't last long. Alexei was..." He paused to have to think of an appropriate word that wouldn't confuse the child. "Sickly. Even so, he grew up with a bright view on life like any child. The Romanov children loved eachother very much. The elder sisters, Anastasia included, were very protective of their baby brother."

Anya thinking about the boy made her think of her dream of the child that clung to her legs. Her mind flashed with the image of her suddenly holding the boy... Alexei... in her arms protecting him from the men with guns. She shook her head paying close attention to Mr. Ivan. "In order to help Alexei with his illness the Queen had hired a spiritual healer. A man named Rasputin."

She noticed the way he said the mans name with distaste. "You see some people believed that they are healed with the act of faith and prayers. Though it can help, but the reality is... Only medicine and science can truly help the sick. And what Alexei had couldn't be healed. Even now with the knowledge we have, there is still no cure. Rasputin used his sweet words with his silver tongue he had to gain favor with the Royal Family. He was truly an evil man only after power and to one day... Destroy the family." Anya gasped in fright staring wide eyed at Ivan. Her hands grasping her dress in a tight grip. Another image flashed of a man with a long black colored beard in a long brown dress like a friar. Though the man wore a smile it didn't match the cruelty and conniving nature his eyes showed. Ivan meanwhile noticed her reaction and needed to make adjustments, so as to not tell what really happened. Maybe when she was older.

"The daughters though were smart though and saw through the mans plans. Alexei was a child and didn't know any better. Olga, being the eldest thought her parents might listen, and tried to talk some sense into them. Their daughters plea fell on deaf ears as if they were under some evil spell that couldn't be broken. Soon, it only got worse. Rasputin got tired of waiting to carry out his mission. And sent word to his... minions to dispose of the Royal Family. They raided the palace and attacked. The men came and did as they were told. But, they didn't finish the job, at least, not completely. Anastasia, who had been with her grandmother in a room on the other side was searching for her dearest item... A music box.

A stable boy named Dimitri came in and locked the door came to warn them and guided towards a secret wall that opened as an escape route. The boy stayed to hold off the men that would soon come to break down the door. Anastasia and her grandmother despite the chaos managed to make it the train to Paris in the country of France. The people already on the train helped the grandmother up because the train was already taking off... Anastasia ran her fastest to grab her grandmothers hand as her grandmother tried to do the same. She did, but her hand slipped. She fell on her head and when she awoke... She couldn't remember who she was or where she came from... She got amnesia."

Anya saw images of people, but not the situation. She couldn't be sure if it was true or not, but she felt more related to the princess because she herself had amnesia... For some odd reason she couldn't help but ask outloud, "Are you sure?" Her eyes imploring into Ivans.

Ivan was stumped as to answer, but wanted to tell her at least his truth. "I'm not sure... But, one could hope yes?"

The girl saw that Mr. Ivan was sad about the Princess and whether or not she survived. 'I guess not all stories have a happy ending, but I can at least make Mr. Ivan happy...' She thought. Anya smiled and hugged him suddenly in comfort surprising him. "Don't worry even if Princess Anastasia... went away and forgot who she was. I'm sure she came back sooner or later." Her blue eyes so much like that of the Princess bright with her resolve warmed his heart. Her hair as well. Her face and even in her amnesiac state she was just like her! Ivan smiled gently with a new hope. Katyusha noticed as well, but didn't say anything knowing it was between her brother and the young one to figure out.

"Katyusha. Can you watch Anya for a bit? I must head out for something." He carried the young girl over to her.

"Huh? But, it's so late now and you don't...", She trailed off getting the hint that Ivan wanted to meet with the General. "Okay." She playfully pouted.

Ivan put his coat on as he thanked his sister and before he turned to leave he petted Anya on her head. "Be a good girl while I'm gone." He glared, but his smile letting her know he was making fun.

She huffed putting her hands on her hips, "Aren't I always?" He grinned at her sass considering she's only been with him for only a few days at most. Though Anya felt so safe and secure with him she felt as if she's known him her whole life. Down to her soul and probably even in a past life...

*With Ivan and General Winter*

The snow was calm for a change with the occasional cold wind of course. Letting Ivan know the General was watching from afar. The slight whisper of the trees could be heard from the writhing of leaves. "You decided to come. Sooner than I expected." The grumbling of an old mans voice came through. Soon his face appeared pale with dark eyes and his scraggly beard.

"General Winter." Ivan greeted politely knowing it was best to treat the old ghost with respect, especially when he needed information.

The wind circulated around the figure floating him down upon the snow gently. The Winter spirit regarded him waiting and chuckled, "Well? Aren't you going to ask me?"

Ivan smiled, "Are you actually going to answer?" Knowing nothing came free with Winter.

He seemed to know what the personification was thinking. In a mocking tone, "Maybe, Maybe not." But, in Ivan's surprise continued. "But, lucky for you. The debt has already been paid. Shall I tell you a little tale Vanya?"

*Flashback Story*

'There's that girl again.' Winter thought as he floated around the trees. He liked the pine trees for they were tall and strong to withstand snow. The girl he spoke of was but a child around the blooming age of thirteen. She was none other than Anastasia Romanov. Despite getting older she always had this strange power to see him. She also had a bad habit of sneaking away and coming to visit the old spirit.

"Winter! Where are you? I know you're there ya old bat!" She yelled in a teasing manner. He smirked at her rudeness. He would teach her. He waved a hand and gave a small gust of cold wind that sort of lifted her skirt up. She eeped! And put her hands down to keep her skirt from hiking up and showing off her undergarments and nylons. She glared at the Season personification.

He chuckled, "Who were you calling an old bat just now?" Strangely, the two formed some sort of friendship. Ever since Anastasia heard of Winter from Ivan when she was smaller, she made it a point to bother the old codger. Nothing scarier than a five year old wandering off into a blizzard to see something that couldn't possibly be there. It put the whole palace in a panic! But, Winter kept her safe and even played a card game to keep her entertained. She's believed in him and seen him ever since. General Winter asked the girl curious as to what was running through the princess's mind.

"Because you sound lonely. No one deserves to be alone." She grinned her cheeks red from the cold. He smiled at the memory. The girl had a knack for getting everyone to love her. Speaking of said girl.

She calmed herself and held out a box with chess pieces inside, "I came to challenge you again. So I brought the board game." And just like the two always did. They played a game and talked. Anastasia was very smart and often asked for the histories that the General has seen and she always listened with eager ears. The General asked how she was, but didn't talk as much for he watched over her and knew what she would probably say. Dare he say he cared for the young human female. She always had a way to confound and confuse him. Also, it saddened him because Winter knew she would someday grow old and die. It was usually why he made it a rule to never meddle in human affairs. Until that day...