More Dimya! This chapter was inspired by "Tea for Three" by FriendsWithNature. A fluffy Dimya one-shot. Now, this takes place after "Stay, I Pray You" and before "We'll Go From There".

Dmitri looked out from the train of the window, taking in the sights of St. Petersburg for the last time. He was leaving the home he knew for a long time and stepping into a new, unfamiliar place… it never mattered to him until now… he may never see the place he spent his childhood there again…

"Do you think you're going to miss it?" Anya's voice cut through Dmitri's train of thought. The two were alone as Vlad had to "check on something".

"Miss what? You?" He asked sarcastically, however; doubt crept up onto him…

"No." She responded as she looked out from the window, sadness glazing over her eyes "Russia…"

Dmitri hesitated for a moment before sighing "Nope."

Anya, sensing the lie, retorted "I thought it was your home."

"It was a place I once lived. End of story."

"Well then, you must plan on making Paris your true home."

"What is it with you and homes?" He snarled.

"Well, for one thing, it's something that every normal person wants, and for another thing, it's a thing where you …" Anya growled before being interrupted by Dmitri.

"What?"
"Y… you know … oh, just forget it! You don't understand!"

An awkward silence occurred between the two as Anya slowly stood up and suddenly, the train lurched around a sharp corner. The woman yelped as she fell onto Dmitri's lap, catching the young man off-guard. Once over the initial shock, the two shared a laugh.

"That was awkward, but in a good way…" Dmitri said; meeting her sapphire blue eyes. Suddenly, he noticed how close he was to Anya, her face mere inches to his, their gaze locked.

Anya made the same realization, blushing from the encounter "Yes… it is…" she breathed, as though spellbound by their proximity.

They suddenly recoiled and returned to their seats, however; they felt an electric tension between them…

"So Anya, I guess this question might be personal but…" Dmitri said quickly in a desperate attempt to change the subject "Do you think Russia deserved the Royal Family's Service?"

"Yes," Anya answered rather quickly.

Dmitri was taken aback by the swift response and the honesty in her voice, there was no hesitation in her answer "Even after-"

She nodded fiercely "Yes." She insisted "We failed Russia by not seeking their interests above our own. Many people were hurt, and yet, we didn't do enough to deserve their trust…"

Dmitri sat in awe, respect dawning in his eyes. It was something the Grand Duchess Anastasia he knew would say… he shook his head to snap to his senses. "This isn't really Anastasia," Dmitri tried to convince himself but a prickle of doubt rose upon him "This is Anya… but, still…"

Anya started shaking, and Dmitri realized that he upset her with his question. Without thinking, he held her tiny hand in his.

"I want you to lead Russia… even if you're not Anastasia…" And he truly meant every word he said…

Anya's tear-streaked gaze was met with sincerity and honesty in his eyes. "Thank you, Dima." She whispered. Suddenly, he squeezed her hand tighter.

"Any time…" he said quietly, looking out at the window again.

Anya sighed and looked out from the window "I'm beginning to question what I want although I'm going to Paris…" She glanced back at Dmitri, who stared at the sun setting.

Please review! More Dimya fluff in the next chapter!