1917
AN; This one was a little bit easier, because I've seen things like this written before and I knew a little bit more where I wanted to go with this one. Originally, I was going to have Russia leading the revolution, but it wouldn't have fit the flow as well...maybe I'll write that version some other time.
And, like the last one, even though the dialog is written in English, they would have been speaking Russian.
I hate the ending, but that's...pretty much how it happened.
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The shots were loud in the children's ears, and Ivan covered them as best he could from the sound. Shouts of curses and hatred were coming from the street below, and he was forced to leave the children for a moment on the bed alone to close the window.
"Russia...? Why do they hate us?" The voice of the little Tsarevich rang out, and Ivan looked over his shoulder at the two youngest Romanovs, little Anastasia and Alexei. A sigh managed to escape, and he walked back over, "They don't hate you, no...They're just...angry."
"Angry at father." Anastasia mumbled, glancing downward at the woven carpet. Ivan sighed again, "No, not at your father, just...in general. Things aren't as easy for them as they are for you two." Another shout outside, and Ivan was beginning to get worried. "It's time to go, children. Take your things..."
They were taken to the Ipatiev House, and they had been living in a frightened silence. It was late night, but Ivan knew what was coming. He could feel it. Running his hand over Alexei's hair, he prayed quietly that someone- anyone would protect the children and the family. But he knew what was coming.
Someone came into the room, and began awaking the family. Ivan cursed quietly to himself as the Romanov's were told to hurry and get dressed. They were being moved for their own safety.
The girls pulled on their dresses with some help from their mothers maid and from Ivan, and followed them down the hall. "Russia?" Anastasia whispered, nudging the nation in the side.
"Hm? What is it, Grand Duchess?"
"Why is my dress so heavy?" Ivan glanced down at her, before putting a finger to his lips and sushing her. They walked into a plain room, and their mother muttered something about their being no chairs.
"My apologies, Grand Duchess." Yurovsky apologized, and ordered someone to bring in chairs for the royal family. When everyone was seated, the man began to tell the reason why he they were there. Ivan had to clench his fists tightly, closing his eyes. /No. This isn't happening./
He heard the shots, and the girls screaming over their father. Move shots, and the screaming stopped. Yurovsky looked over at Ivan, then back at the remains of the Romanovs. "It had to happen, Russia. You know that."
"...of course."
Once the men left, Ivan looked down at the children one last time. /Where are we going from here?/
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Nicholas was carrying his son; when the family arrived in the basement, the former empress complained that there were no chairs for them to sit in. Yurovsky ordered chairs brought in, and when the empress and the heir were seated, the executioners filed into the room. Yurovsky announced to them that they had been condemned to death by the Ural Soviet of Workers' Deputies. A stunned Nicholas asked, "What? What?" and turned toward his family. Yurovsky repeated the order. One witness among the several who later wrote accounts of Nicholas's last moments reported that the Tsar said, "You know not what you do," paraphrasing Jesus's words on the cross.
The executioners drew revolvers and the shooting began. Nicholas was the first to die; Yurovsky shot him multiple times in the head and chest. Anastasia, Tatiana, Olga, and Maria survived the first hail of bullets; the sisters were wearing over 1.3 kilograms of diamonds and precious gems sewn into their clothing, which provided some initial protection from the bullets and were stabbed with bayonets and then shot at close range in the head.
~Wikipedia