Um here's more.. XD

As they walked up to the huge gala. Cars were lined up, they had done right to get out of the car before walking up to the scene. Half of London seemed to have shown up for this one event. Anya hugged her coat tighter protecting herself against the cold night air, she still felt rather tired and for some odd reason hungry.

"Okay, wait here." Dimitri said to her making sure she was away from the crowd. As she stood there awaiting his return she began to think all this over in her head. "What if this guy isn't the one we needed to see? What if all of this is just one giant dead end?" but she silenced those thoughts as she watched Dimitri smiling and waving two invites in the air.

"How did you get these?"

she asked once inside the party with him. They're coats were taken and placed away inside the provided place. They ascended the stairs together finally making it to the area in which the celebration and art gala was taking place. Sure enough there were gold streamers all around the many columns that were rooted in place. The paintings were large and magnificent; each seemed to shimmer as if gold had been used to coat it. Over to the left was a refreshment stand where people were eagerly getting glasses with such drinks consisting of Champagne, Wine, and other alcohol. There were also certain waiters traveling around with glasses on their trays. Anya and Dimitri had received some of a non alcoholic beverage before going and glancing over at the portraits. Anya was shocked enough to see one of her.

"It's entitled "The children of Nick." Dimitri noted as he finally noticed that she wasn't even listening anymore. She glanced at the happy children playing by the river. Olga was running along with Maria. Tatiana was making sure Alexei didn't get hurt, but the youngest daughter was busily climbing a tree like some primate. Anya just stared long and hard at the painting. She couldn't recall if this was a memory or not.

"Anya, are you okay?" finally she snapped back to life at the sound of his voice.

"Fine, um where is this painter?" she wanted the attention to be drawn off of her immediately.

"Well, someone said he should show within the next ten minutes, so until then.." he motioned for her hand as she could hear a tango like song playing. As he pulled her onto the dance floor she whispered into his ear.

"I have no idea how this dance goes." He grinned.

"Well, first off you have to be much closer than a waltz." He pulled her closer to him, till their chests were both nearly an inch away. "Now, the feet movement part is easy. One, two, three.." soon her feet were following his as they began to dance the spicy tango. He dipped her down at the end. Her diamond earrings both dangling back as they merely stayed there for one moment. Anya had never experienced such a dance before and was blushing mildly as he looked at her.

"Announcing his most honored, Mr. Alexander Hill!" they separated and began to figure out a way to speak with the man. Finally Mr. Hill had made his way over to the refreshment stand in the corner. Dimitri had spotted him out of the corner of his eye.

"Alexander Hill, it is an honor and privilege to meet the great artist at long last." Dimitri gave him a mild bow.

"Why thank you young man, but I am only a man who loves to reinvent the past for all to see. Only of the good times though." Alexander Hill had a rather thin face and seemed to have aged pretty well. He wore a rather nice brown suit with a sort of manila tie. He, to Dimitri, looked like a paper package. His tie would have been the brown string that all ties it together.

"Yes, and what do you know of Anastasia Romanov exactly? From one picture my wife and I had been glancing at, it seemed as if you knew the Grand Duchess very well."

Mr. Hill eyed Dimitri suspiciously before answering. "Yes, I did know the Duchesses and Alexei rather well. I came mainly in the summer, that's why I have put all the children by the river. Anastasia was easy to place as well, that girl was always running, skipping, climbing, and she was so mischievous as well." He added a chuckle to the last bit. Just then Anya ventured over to the two of them. Alexander's eyes lit up as he watched her come before them.

"Mr. Hill, such a pleasure to finally meet with you." She gave a small curtsy-like gesture before him.

"Do excuse me for this young lady, but you resemble the Grand Duchess so well.. you nearly could be.."

"Her?" Dimitri finished his sentence. He looked back and forth at them both before motioning for them to follow him as he led them away from the crowd. Soon they were within a room that must have been reserved for the dignitaries and other important people visiting this grand place. The doors were laced with gold lining and the windows were made with a bit of stained glass.

"I somehow knew it was you. Just the way you look is not really enough but I was watching earlier and saw the way you stared at yourself and family in my painting. Oh Anastasia, where have you been hiding all this time?"

"In St. Petersburg." Anya answered abruptly. She soon was forced upon with questions and after a bit they winded down.

"My final question is how did you escape?"

"There was a boy," she turned and smiled at Dimitri. "He worked in the palace as a certain "Kitchen boy." He opened a secret hidden wall and allowed me and my Grandmama to escape." Mr. Hill could see that the boy who had allowed her to live was standing before him right at this moment.

"Oh, my dear boy! Russia owes you so much for saving our beloved princess!"

"I think her hand in marriage was enough." Dimitri answered taking Anya's white gloved hand in his. Alexander smiled at the happy couple.

"So, why did you come to seek me out exactly?" he asked with much curiosity. He knew that Anastasia had not just come for a friendly little visit, but for something else.

"Well, I want to know why it is exactly they need me to rule all of a sudden?" Anya wanted this answer so bad she could almost taste the sweet bitterness of it never being fully answered for her.

"Well, you are the last remaining daughter and descendent of the Romanov's. Plus, you are the last Czarina left able to rule all of imperial Russia. Why do you refuse the throne so much?"

Anya looked at her own feet. She really wasn't sure about any of it anymore. She really just didn't want the pressure of constantly being able to screw things up. More than that, was the fact that she and Dimitri were facing the problem that sometimes makes people lose faith in royalty. The fact that they had yet to have a child would make most people who followed the old ways stick their noses up at them.

"Well, he and I have.. we just aren't ready to take the throne."

"I see. Well... do you still have that music box?" Mr. Hill asked.

"What's so special abou- wait, how did you know about my music box?" Anya looked at him with such intensity. But before he could say anymore he cried out in pain before falling to the floor seeming as if he were dead. Anya and Dimitri stood in shock as they heard a "tsk tsk tsk" coming from the shadows in front of them.

"It's not nice when royals don't do what they're told to do." Stepping out into the light was the same brown hair slicked back man that had bombarded them at their apartment. "By the way, congrats on getting my colleague off your tail. Let me tell you, you two are the hardest Royals I've ever had to find before." He was holding what looked to be a taser of some sort as the tip of the small thing buzzed with fresh electricity.

"What, do you think that we will go quietly?" Anya had stepped back as she was already planning their escape. As she began to reach for the window she realized it was locked as Dimitri and Edven began to fight each other. Dimitri had finally knocked the darn device from his hand as he began to thrust his fists towards him. Edven was blocking and managed to get Dimitri backed into a wall slamming him against the painting hanging up.

"The window won't open!" Anya cried out to him.

"Then, j-just break it!!" he struggled to keep Edven from knocking him out as he dodged the blows coming to his head. He grabbed Edvens fists, knocked him on the forehead with his then using a chair he and Anya jumped out the window. As they grabbed a hold of a line hanging they swung down onto the ground but continued to run.

After making sure they were not followed they returned to the hotel they were staying at. Dimitri locked the door and also used a pole to bar it before finally examining his injuries he had sustained. Anya was already helping him by putting some cold cloth on his bruises. She thought about what the man had said before passing out cold on the ground.

"My music box must be another clue." Just as she got it and settled down a low grumbling could be heard from her stomach.

"Hungry?" Dimitri had to bite his own lip to keep from laughing.

"Yes, I have no idea, but all I want to do is eat and sleep." He looked at Anya with curious eyes before they turned a bit serious.

"Have you been sick in the last few days?" Anya turned her head away. She had thought about this ever since the day on the boat with him. She had thrown up a bit that night and felt oh so tired now and hungry.

"Why don't we focus on the situation at hand and-.." Dimitri had silenced her with a finger over her lips.

"You never answered my question." He grinned slightly. If what he thought was true than he was finally going to be a father. "Anya, please tell me." He made sure her face was towards his.

"Yes." She admitted as if she were to be ashamed. "I think I might be.." but Dimitri had stopped her yet again. This time by kissing her lips and wrapping her inside his arms. She loved this feeling, it felt warm, safe, and supportive. When they finally pulled away.

"And here I thought it was just the sun making you glow." He rubbed Anya's stomach. "I cannot believe I might be a father." His face seemed to glow with radiance at her. She could tell that he was not upset by this or worried at all. "You didn't drink any alcohol this evening did you?" He asked looking concerned for a small moment.

"Nope, I made sure not to." She and Dimitri just sat their on their bed for a while thanking God that at last Anya had been able to concive a child.

Okay, I'm crizzazy.. Cookooo…