A/N: I don't own hetalia! Thanks for reading this chapter. And I knows! Ivan and Anya is just adorable aren't they? Thanks so much for always reviewing! Warning for historical inaccuracy. Be glad to give me random history facts if you like!
Chapter 12- *The Attachment-Normal P.O.V.*
Flashback Story Continued...
Winter felt the flames of change within his domain. He scowled not liking this feeling one bit. He might not have been a Country Personification, but the Season spoke the languages of nature: Earth and Air. And they were sending the ominous message of rebellion and mass murder. He felt inclinded suddenly to check on the girl. He became the snowy storm tornado to get to her as quickly as possible.
The Romanov family had gone to the small city of Yekaterinburg. The date was April 29th, 1918. Many in America and across the world believed the family had already been dead for the Tsar Nicholas had stepped down as regent in 1917 for the social unrest in the country. Winter might have been a Spirit, but he had ears everywhere to tell him everything. He scoweled at how far he was for he usually liked to keep near the mountains and forests. But, he got there just in time to the place inside the basement.
He gasped at the sight of blood shed that was there and the men that were holding their rifles with bayonets.
The Tsar and wife, the three elder sisters all dead. This wasn't just an execution, but a massacre done by intoxicated men. He could smell the alcohol that came off their disgusting breath. The last ones still alive were Anastasia and Alexei. Winter couldn't interfere in human affairs unless it was taking human life and he reached out to her as he heard her whisper, "Please let me see Vanya again..." He stopped to hear that as one of the men drunkenly lunged himself at her with his bayonet after failing to shoot straight only hitting various parts of her body. Her screams of pain echoed in the room, but still admirably trying to save her younger brother. Alexei had been sick his whole life and little did his family know he was prepared to die. His hemophilia had no cure, so he wouldn't have lived long even if he had become Tsar. He made it easy by closing his eyes as the last of the men shot the child in the head as his body slunk down next to his fathers.
For the first time in forever, Winter felt something like... Attachment to this family. He watched as the men made their way outside puking out in the snow at the horrible act they just done. ''Pathetic... These men have no right to feel guilty!" He felt rage as the snow became a blizzard around him wanting to kill these people.
Thats when he noticed a white orb that seemed to linger. And a voice, "Oh Winter. Don't be such a cranky old man." Anastasia! Why has her soul not passed on? He calmed his storm slightly delighted he was making those weasels down on the ground shivering with the cold.
The little ball of light formed her body dressed in white lace dress; not a tear from the stab wounds to the chest and not a stain of blood on her. She floated towards him. "Hey." Her smile still present even after all this.
"Anastasia... Girl, why have you not moved on to the next world?" Winter being a bit miffed at how she always managed to surprise him and also... Happy she was there to talk to him.
"I saw you... And I know this is a lot to ask." She looked down her blue eyes not meeting his ancient dark ones. "I know you heard my prayer. I can't leave Ivan... Russia alone. He'll be sad that we're gone." Her pale skin even against the snow showed off her blush. He knew of her crush on the Russian Nation.
Winter knew then what she wanted to ask. "So then ask. For I will grant it." Because honestly? He wanted to keep this child around. She always kept things interesting.
"Make me a personification. Not now, but when the time is right."
Winter couldn't think of what she would represent, but... Russia had plenty of land to share. He grinned and the girl saw it and smiled as well. "You have quite the attitude still after just dying and seeing your family killed."
"Trust me when I say it was more torture being alive in that dreadful droll they called a safe spot... it's better they have passed to Heaven than to stay on Earth for what is to come..." She said with sincerity. Her family had stayed in that place for almost a year living like they were on the run and ended being betrayed by their own people. She missed her family and felt the tears run down her face. "May they rest in peace." Bowing her head her dark brown that somehow looked almost blonde sometimes rested down her shoulders.
Winter allowed her time watching her curl into herself. Softly he said, "We should move on... And I will have to place you in someone soon."
The girls eyes that were still slightly damp questioned his, "Like possession?" That didn't sound appealing.
"Yes. Until, I find the correct body for you. You will have to live a life of another. It may take time for you to regain your memories, but fear not for I will be watching over you."
Soon, she was in a new body of a young girl in a coma. A soul had not been present in the body despite the heart still beating. She grew, became a soldier of the USSR, and managed to see Ivan dressed in his dark black and red uniform. She was ecstatic in that lifetime to see him despite his change in regime before her death came from the war.
Anastasia was once again forced to take another with Winter to guide her. The only trouble was after each new body she took, her memories would take longer in returning. Before finally, after a hundred years found the perfect body that would make her a personification. She would represent... Siberia. It was a vast amount of land in Russia admittedly. But, it was only to be shared until Russia decided he didn't need her anymore. She hoped with all her might that there was still a place for her inside his heart... After all, so much time had passed before she knew it.
End of flashback*
Ivan was shocked and amazed at such an astounding feet Anastasia took to get back to him. He wanted to cry at the times Winter pointed to him which body she was in that was always watching over him. The fondness they held that never ceased. Taking him back in his memories to see everything so clearly. It was something he so badly needed to hear. Now that he knew that little girl was his Anastasia he would be sure to protect her this time. That time he couldn't because he had been involved in not only the beginning of World War 1, but his own civil war between Red and White... Red won, but this time! This time it will be different he swore.
Winter grumpy with talking too much. His jaw hurt. "Now boy, go home. I'm done with you." His torn clothing swaying as he turned away about to leave.
"Wait!"
His dark eyes went back to Russia.
"I'll watch over her from now on! But, if she should need your help... Do so." Practically ordering the Spirit with that smile on his face. His eyes were open though, showing their real intention of it being a request.
"Hmf. Like I need you to tell me what to do." Winter flew away with a gust of wind that almost caused Ivans scarf to fly off.
"Damn old man." Ivan glared at the direction which Winter took off. But, he shrugged putting his scarf comfortably around his neck. He walked back to the house seeing the lights were still on. He had been gone for quite a long while. Wandering if Anya was still awake.
Taking off his boots and shaking off some snow before stepping in, he saw Ukraine knitting in her chair, meanwhile Anya was coloring a picture. Pretty good for her age. He saw it was of him for he recognized the purple dots for his eyes, a tan scarf, and grey coat. Anya herself as the small figure wearing pink with a white snow headdress, and Ukraine with similar hair to his. The girl turning away from her masterpiece seeing Ivan brightened her blue eyes. "Vanya!" She squealed running up to him with her arms wide open.
Katyusha seeing her little brother smiled in relief for his safe return, "Welcome home Vanya." She giggled as she saw his slight surprise at his nickname coming from the girl. She might have told Anya to call him that.
He bent down to catch her as she jumped smiling his own bright smile. This time it was a sincere one. "Hey little one. You've been good for Aunt Katya while I was gone?" 'You have no idea how much I missed you.' He gave her a soft squeeze.
"Da!" Anya grinning snuggling into his large figure. His dark long sleeve shirt he wore underneath his coat was really soft. "Ah! I made a drawing of us." She informed him as she showed him.
"I see. It is really good. Would you like to have it framed?" He petted her head messing up her hair as she huffed at that before smiling again.
"Nah. Just the fridge is fine." She's heard of other kids parents doing the same. Nodding, he gave it to Ukraine to do that. "Now! Missy it's bedtime."
"Aww~ But, I'm not tired." Anya pouted before she yawned.
Ivan snickered, "Looks like you yourself disagree." He paused to yawn. They were contagious. It had also been a long day. Making their way up the stairs. Anya laying her head on his shoulder comfortably.
Katyusha not too far behind caught up. "I'll get her sleepwear." She always wanted to be a mother her smile reaching from ear to ear. Also, seeing her brother so happy was a bonus. She didn't want this to end. Anya was set down as she followed Katyusha to change and Ivan did the same locking his room just in case. Opening it, to find Anya in powder blue pajamas. Turning to the older woman, "Thank you Aunt Katya! Goodnight!" She ran past Ivan real fast. Jumping and flying into Ivans bed taking her spot. Katyusha giggled and said her goodnights before turning into her own bedroom.
"And what makes you think you're sleeping in here young lady?" Ivan smiled at her as she put on her puppy dog eyes. Her pout growing more pronounced as the seconds passed. He caved in groaning playfully, "Fine.~"
She giggled waiting for him to lay down beside her. But, as he sat down she wrapped her arms around him. "I love you Vanya." Anya kissed his cheek before blushing and hid under the covers. Ivan pressed his hand on the cheek she kissed his expression surprised. But, he bent down to tickle her until she laughed and her head popped out of the covers grinning as he kissed her forehead.
"I love you too. Goodnight Anya." Taking his place by her side as he let her use his arm as a pillow. She cuddled into him.
"Goodnight Vanya."
A/N: Have I killed anyone with cuteness yet? Just kidding! Don't die! Anyhoo, until next chapter!
