Boys are Wimps
Title: Boys are Wimps
Author: Myrtle (quidditchklopper@hotmail.com)
Subject: Anastasia (the 1997 cartoon film)
Pairing(s): Rasputin/Dimitri, Empress Marie/ Bartok, .
Rating: PG for a bit of language, an ickle bit of yaoi, and a whole lot of stupidity
Disclaimer: This fanfic is based on the 1997 film "Anastasia". It seems that they didn't make much of an effort to have their movie be politically correct, so I'll do the same. And it is THEIR (20th Century Fox and Lucasfilm) movie, not mine, thank-you-very-much! So bugger off! (AKA: don't sue)
Summary: Everything in Anastasia's world was picture-perfect after she was reunited with her royal family.. Or is it? The love of her life fancies her mortal enemy, her grandmother is an alcoholic, and she might just be loosing her mind! What else could happen? Loads.
Dialouge: "talking" [author's words] ***different scene/time/etc***
CHAPTER ONE
Rolling over in his bed, Vladimir tried to block out the unpleasant sounds that were coming from the hall. After a few more minutes he gave up, standing up and tying on his robe. Leaning against the door slightly, Vladimir listened to the muffled yells.
"Rasputin?? What do you mean, RASPUTIN!?" came the angry voice of Anastasia.
"Well, it's kind of hard to explain.. Anastasia, don't look at me like that! Believe me, I KNOW it's weird, but it's true, so if you'll just calm down.."
"CALM DOWN?! How can I just CALM DOWN! Why don't you just EXPLAIN YOURSELF?"
Vladimir guessed that they were walking down the hall nearer to his room. He waited until they were right next to his door, then he opened it calmly.
Anastasia was already dressed in a plain peasant's gown. Even though she was the daughter of the former czar of Russia, she always complained of the uncomfortable regal clothing and only wore it on special occasions. Her hair was loose, falling down past her shoulders. Next to her was Dimitri, looking sheepish.
"Good Morning, Vladmir!" he said in a rush, happy to have someone to change the subject. Anastasia was not as easily stopped.
"Vladmir, do you know who- sorry, WHAT Dimitri wants to date?" said Anastasia.
"Rasputin." said Vladmir calmly, " He already told me."
"He already.. Why am I always the last to know about things around here?"
"We knew you would overreact," put in Dimitri.
Anastasia jabbed her finger in Dimitri's face, " You're already in enough trouble as it is!" she said. Dimitri backed away from the accusing finger warily. Anastasia could really pack a punch when she wanted to.
"And I am NOT overreacting!" she screamed, clenching her fists.
"Of course you aren't," said Vladmir soothingly. He had read somewhere that you should always agree with a lunatic. Might as well be safe, he mused, "Come dear, let's go have some tea and talk it over."
Vladmir took a firm hold on her shoulders and led her to the parlor.
Anastasia's grandmother, the Dowager Empress Marie, was already treating herself to some tea. Or at least what looked like tea.
"Gram, what's that next to your tea cup?" asked Anastasia suspiciously, picking it up,"is this RUM?"
"Oh, no, dearie," said the dowager empress, snatching the bottle safely away from her granddaughter, "That's where I keep the..the water. I use it to dilute the tea when it's too strong."
"Right."
"I'm sure you want to talk to me about Dimitri and his situation concerning Rasputin," said the empress hurriedly, trying to change the subject.
"How could he? How could it be possible? " questioned Anastasia, remembering her anger and forgetting about the rum bottle.
Tucking the bottle under the cushion of her seat, the empress gave her daughter a pitying look.
"Yes, I know it's very unfortunate, especially since we all thought he was going to marry.." the empress stopped mid sentence. Everyone had assumed Dimitri would marry Anastasia. The empress knew her granddaughter still loved him, despite the fact that he no longer loved her.
"Uh- hello, I'm still here," said Dimitri, annoyed, "You don't have to talk about me like I'm not in the room."
The regal women glared at him.
"B-But, I can leave, if you want," said Dimitri nervously, trying to back out of the door but only succeeding in backing into Vladimir.
"Oh, no, Dimitri," said the empress in an icy voice, " I was hoping you would talk to Anastasia alone."
The dowager empress stood up and swept past Dimitri and Vladmir, forgetting the bottle she had stuffed under the cushion.
"Uh..Good-bye, Vladmir," said Dimitri, feverishly hoping that the huge man would leave too and he could make his escape out the door.
"I'm quite comfortable where I am, thank you," said Vladimir, blocking any retreat by stationing himself in the doorway.
Resigned, Dimitri sighed and slumped onto a chair.
"Now, explain it to me once again, Vladmir. Why do you fancy my arch nemesis, the one that sold his soul to the devil!?" asked Anastasia, her voice rising as she talked.
" I can't explain it," admitted Dimitri, " I just do, okay? And anyway, I think he sort of likes me."
"Yeah, right, like THAT would ever happen!" scoffed Anastasia.
***
"Bartok, I am beginning to worry..," said Rasputin in a worn voice, cracked and sounding like it hadn't been used for years.
The small white bat looked over at his master anxiously, "Did your eye fall out again?" he asked, flying over to perch on Rasputin's shoulder.
"No, no.. It's just, I don't think I hate that Dimitri boy..in fact, I think he's quite decent for, you know..," Rasputin didn't want to say it.
"A good guy?" finished the bat for his master.
Rasputin didn't answer. He was trying to find his lips. They must have fallen around him somewhere.
***
It was unusually quiet that night around the supper table. Dimitri looked nervous, Vladimir looked tense, and the dowager empress swayed slightly from side to side. There was no doubt about it-she was drunk.
However, this was lost on Anastasia. She was deep in thought, remembering a conversation she had been having earlier that day with Dimitri:
Anastasia wasn't getting the kind of answers she wanted from Dimitri, yet she was convinced that she would in time. With this motive, she continued to reprimand Dimitri harshly and rather loudly.
"How could you like that monster! He tried to KILL you!" she yelled for what seemed to be the hundredth time.
"I told you, it's a love-hate relationship!"
Anastasia ignored this comment.
"You can't date him anyway, he's dead." said Anastasia triumphantly, thinking she had won the fight. "Actually, hell didn't want him," answered Dimitri truthfully, shifting in his chair uncomfortably.
" I wonder why.," said Anastasia sarcastically.
Now, sitting at the silent table, Anastasia came back to reality and stood up abruptly.
" Go ahead, I'm sure you're all just DYING to tell me!" she announced, " So go ahead, does anyone else know of any other MYSTERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS I should know about?"
Sitting down, Anastasia gave everyone a defiant look, as if she was daring one of them to give an answer to her angry outburst.
The empress stood up unsteadily, clutching the table for support.
"Dearie, I'm having an affair with the bat,"
***
Rasputin poured the last of the sparkling cider into two containers, a large glass for himself and a small vial for his bat companion.
"So you like older women, eh?" asked Rasputin, reclining back on a rock, the only piece of furniture he had in his new hideout- a gloomy cave.
Bartok looked quite at home in the dank surroundings, "Eh, yes sir, yes. I do."
"Ah, an inter-species relationship..nice.." muttered Rasputin.
"Eh? What did you say, master?"
"Cheers, Bartok."
Authors Note: My apologies for this being such a short chapter *dramatic sigh* Sadly, I have a life. I know, I know.'tis quite tragic. Anyways, when I first wrote this fanfic, I thought it was the only Anastasia fan fiction, but I just did a search and there are LOADS of them. Which shows that I'm not the only one going mad. Well, that's a comfort. I wish I could tell you that this is a really original fic, but I guess its not. BUT I do think it might be one of the only Dimitri/Rasputin pairs. I mean, cos Rasputin is sort of DEAD and all. In hell, or turned to dust, or something. I was never quite clear on that part of the story. However, if you do find another fanfic with Dimitri/Rasputin, be sure to send it my way. That way I can read it and maybe meet up with the writer and "take care" of them so my story will be the only.*ahem* anyway, read and review, and please don't sue (cos I don't own ANY of this stuff!).
..I'm just kidding about taking care of the other writer..You know that, right? RIGHT!?
Title: Boys are Wimps
Author: Myrtle (quidditchklopper@hotmail.com)
Subject: Anastasia (the 1997 cartoon film)
Pairing(s): Rasputin/Dimitri, Empress Marie/ Bartok, .
Rating: PG for a bit of language, an ickle bit of yaoi, and a whole lot of stupidity
Disclaimer: This fanfic is based on the 1997 film "Anastasia". It seems that they didn't make much of an effort to have their movie be politically correct, so I'll do the same. And it is THEIR (20th Century Fox and Lucasfilm) movie, not mine, thank-you-very-much! So bugger off! (AKA: don't sue)
Summary: Everything in Anastasia's world was picture-perfect after she was reunited with her royal family.. Or is it? The love of her life fancies her mortal enemy, her grandmother is an alcoholic, and she might just be loosing her mind! What else could happen? Loads.
Dialouge: "talking" [author's words] ***different scene/time/etc***
CHAPTER ONE
Rolling over in his bed, Vladimir tried to block out the unpleasant sounds that were coming from the hall. After a few more minutes he gave up, standing up and tying on his robe. Leaning against the door slightly, Vladimir listened to the muffled yells.
"Rasputin?? What do you mean, RASPUTIN!?" came the angry voice of Anastasia.
"Well, it's kind of hard to explain.. Anastasia, don't look at me like that! Believe me, I KNOW it's weird, but it's true, so if you'll just calm down.."
"CALM DOWN?! How can I just CALM DOWN! Why don't you just EXPLAIN YOURSELF?"
Vladimir guessed that they were walking down the hall nearer to his room. He waited until they were right next to his door, then he opened it calmly.
Anastasia was already dressed in a plain peasant's gown. Even though she was the daughter of the former czar of Russia, she always complained of the uncomfortable regal clothing and only wore it on special occasions. Her hair was loose, falling down past her shoulders. Next to her was Dimitri, looking sheepish.
"Good Morning, Vladmir!" he said in a rush, happy to have someone to change the subject. Anastasia was not as easily stopped.
"Vladmir, do you know who- sorry, WHAT Dimitri wants to date?" said Anastasia.
"Rasputin." said Vladmir calmly, " He already told me."
"He already.. Why am I always the last to know about things around here?"
"We knew you would overreact," put in Dimitri.
Anastasia jabbed her finger in Dimitri's face, " You're already in enough trouble as it is!" she said. Dimitri backed away from the accusing finger warily. Anastasia could really pack a punch when she wanted to.
"And I am NOT overreacting!" she screamed, clenching her fists.
"Of course you aren't," said Vladmir soothingly. He had read somewhere that you should always agree with a lunatic. Might as well be safe, he mused, "Come dear, let's go have some tea and talk it over."
Vladmir took a firm hold on her shoulders and led her to the parlor.
Anastasia's grandmother, the Dowager Empress Marie, was already treating herself to some tea. Or at least what looked like tea.
"Gram, what's that next to your tea cup?" asked Anastasia suspiciously, picking it up,"is this RUM?"
"Oh, no, dearie," said the dowager empress, snatching the bottle safely away from her granddaughter, "That's where I keep the..the water. I use it to dilute the tea when it's too strong."
"Right."
"I'm sure you want to talk to me about Dimitri and his situation concerning Rasputin," said the empress hurriedly, trying to change the subject.
"How could he? How could it be possible? " questioned Anastasia, remembering her anger and forgetting about the rum bottle.
Tucking the bottle under the cushion of her seat, the empress gave her daughter a pitying look.
"Yes, I know it's very unfortunate, especially since we all thought he was going to marry.." the empress stopped mid sentence. Everyone had assumed Dimitri would marry Anastasia. The empress knew her granddaughter still loved him, despite the fact that he no longer loved her.
"Uh- hello, I'm still here," said Dimitri, annoyed, "You don't have to talk about me like I'm not in the room."
The regal women glared at him.
"B-But, I can leave, if you want," said Dimitri nervously, trying to back out of the door but only succeeding in backing into Vladimir.
"Oh, no, Dimitri," said the empress in an icy voice, " I was hoping you would talk to Anastasia alone."
The dowager empress stood up and swept past Dimitri and Vladmir, forgetting the bottle she had stuffed under the cushion.
"Uh..Good-bye, Vladmir," said Dimitri, feverishly hoping that the huge man would leave too and he could make his escape out the door.
"I'm quite comfortable where I am, thank you," said Vladimir, blocking any retreat by stationing himself in the doorway.
Resigned, Dimitri sighed and slumped onto a chair.
"Now, explain it to me once again, Vladmir. Why do you fancy my arch nemesis, the one that sold his soul to the devil!?" asked Anastasia, her voice rising as she talked.
" I can't explain it," admitted Dimitri, " I just do, okay? And anyway, I think he sort of likes me."
"Yeah, right, like THAT would ever happen!" scoffed Anastasia.
***
"Bartok, I am beginning to worry..," said Rasputin in a worn voice, cracked and sounding like it hadn't been used for years.
The small white bat looked over at his master anxiously, "Did your eye fall out again?" he asked, flying over to perch on Rasputin's shoulder.
"No, no.. It's just, I don't think I hate that Dimitri boy..in fact, I think he's quite decent for, you know..," Rasputin didn't want to say it.
"A good guy?" finished the bat for his master.
Rasputin didn't answer. He was trying to find his lips. They must have fallen around him somewhere.
***
It was unusually quiet that night around the supper table. Dimitri looked nervous, Vladimir looked tense, and the dowager empress swayed slightly from side to side. There was no doubt about it-she was drunk.
However, this was lost on Anastasia. She was deep in thought, remembering a conversation she had been having earlier that day with Dimitri:
Anastasia wasn't getting the kind of answers she wanted from Dimitri, yet she was convinced that she would in time. With this motive, she continued to reprimand Dimitri harshly and rather loudly.
"How could you like that monster! He tried to KILL you!" she yelled for what seemed to be the hundredth time.
"I told you, it's a love-hate relationship!"
Anastasia ignored this comment.
"You can't date him anyway, he's dead." said Anastasia triumphantly, thinking she had won the fight. "Actually, hell didn't want him," answered Dimitri truthfully, shifting in his chair uncomfortably.
" I wonder why.," said Anastasia sarcastically.
Now, sitting at the silent table, Anastasia came back to reality and stood up abruptly.
" Go ahead, I'm sure you're all just DYING to tell me!" she announced, " So go ahead, does anyone else know of any other MYSTERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS I should know about?"
Sitting down, Anastasia gave everyone a defiant look, as if she was daring one of them to give an answer to her angry outburst.
The empress stood up unsteadily, clutching the table for support.
"Dearie, I'm having an affair with the bat,"
***
Rasputin poured the last of the sparkling cider into two containers, a large glass for himself and a small vial for his bat companion.
"So you like older women, eh?" asked Rasputin, reclining back on a rock, the only piece of furniture he had in his new hideout- a gloomy cave.
Bartok looked quite at home in the dank surroundings, "Eh, yes sir, yes. I do."
"Ah, an inter-species relationship..nice.." muttered Rasputin.
"Eh? What did you say, master?"
"Cheers, Bartok."
Authors Note: My apologies for this being such a short chapter *dramatic sigh* Sadly, I have a life. I know, I know.'tis quite tragic. Anyways, when I first wrote this fanfic, I thought it was the only Anastasia fan fiction, but I just did a search and there are LOADS of them. Which shows that I'm not the only one going mad. Well, that's a comfort. I wish I could tell you that this is a really original fic, but I guess its not. BUT I do think it might be one of the only Dimitri/Rasputin pairs. I mean, cos Rasputin is sort of DEAD and all. In hell, or turned to dust, or something. I was never quite clear on that part of the story. However, if you do find another fanfic with Dimitri/Rasputin, be sure to send it my way. That way I can read it and maybe meet up with the writer and "take care" of them so my story will be the only.*ahem* anyway, read and review, and please don't sue (cos I don't own ANY of this stuff!).
..I'm just kidding about taking care of the other writer..You know that, right? RIGHT!?