Author's Note: Hello! Sorry for not updating, this week has been a drag with work and karate. Also, still crying over PHINEAS AND FERB ENDING I'M STILL NOT OVER IT. Thank you for all the support for this story, I have never seen anyone done a story that involves world history and I'm proud to be one of the very few who uses this genre (if you know any that tie P&F with history, hit me up girl). And to those who are wondering about the gang… I don't know, I'm very fond of just using the very few core characters of the gang to my story, like Phineas and Ferb, of course. I like having a lot of brother bonding into this, so expect a lot. We'll see about Isabella and everyone else, but for now, just the Flynn-Fletcher Family (excluding Candace in the first few chapters, but we will see her), Buford, and Dr. Doofenshmirtz have made an appearance and the only ones who will. BUT, I will think about it. Now, let's throw more pixie dust on you and return to our magical storybook.

Phineas' POV - The Next Day - Afternoon

Today has been a drag… The royal advisors advised this morning that I should stay inside. Again. And staying in your room isn't fun as well. Except not being tutored, for some reason they're all know, I feel like I have an overruling command somewhere in one of the books… No, I shouldn't bother them. As a mature, 15 year-old teenaged member of the Romanovs I should. Hm… I guess I'll ask some questions.

I put on my robe and left my bedroom, looking if any staff are able to tell me if any of the advisors can be found anywhere. No one is around…

"Buford?" I called out. No one. "Mr. Doofenshmirtz?" What's going on…

I walked down the staircase to see Buford and his family about to head out the door.

"Buford!" I greeted, stopping him at his tracks. "What's going on? Where are all the staff and advisors at…?"

When I see Buford's face, his expression looks uneasy, more than yesterday when he told I wasn't allowed outside. He looked more… Sad. I walked down the staircase to meet him eye to eye, taking notice of the atmosphere.

"Oh, bonjour Phineas. I'm sorry to say that... We have been summoned elsewhere." That was a lie. I can tell. He's twiddling this thumbs and a little shaky. This isn't good…

"Ah. Um… When will you be coming back?" I asked, not making any emotions that he told a complete lie to my face.

"We, uh, don't know. But… I hope we see each other again someday." Buford answered as he came in and gave me the biggest hug. That's weird… And he soothing.

"Au revoir, Phineas." He said as him and his parents exit the mansion.

That was… Weird. That felt like we'll never see each other… For a long time.

Doof.

I ran back up the staircase and into the study, walking into Mr. Doofenshmirtz reading a long letter near the window. From what I can tell, it has the seal of the Romanov monarchy on it.

"Mr. Doofenshmirtz!" I greeted. He jumped a bit, then turned around with the letter behind his back. You know, all these lets hide everything from Phineas are adding up to something, but I really don't know what.

"Oh, Phineas! Hehe, enjoying your day so far?" He greeted back as he walks over to his desk and puts away the letter in his drawer.

"I'm doing okay... Mr. Doofenshmirtz, what did that letter say?" I asked politely.

"Huh? Oh! That was from... My mother! She was telling me how nice it was in the main palace." He replied hastily. Okay, I've gotten a lot of these hints and now I want to know what's up.

Before I began to ask, Doof spoke out, "You know, I have a lot of paperwork to fill out and send, you go back in your room and take a nap, or something!" He pushes me out of the door and closes it, locking it afterwards.

"Sorry, kiddo! We'll talk about it tonight!"

Ugh, what the heck is going on?

Mr. Doofenshmirtz's POV

Great... Now I have to keep the news from Phineas that his uncle, aunt, and cousins are being imprisoned by the biggest uprising and the new developing government. Politics bother me.

I had to relieve the staff to elsewhere and send the royal advisors into hiding. I would never want to put their lives in danger because of their love for Linda and Phineas, it just wasn't worth their bloodlines being sacrificed or to be tortured for.

Buford, the servant boy from the Van Stomm, he did not want to go at all. I feel like as a buff 16 year-old, he could have held out against the nearby villagers for a good while but I would never want to separate him from his real family. To him, Phineas has always been a part of his family for the longest time. I remember when they were very little, Phineas always showed great compassion, whether they were poor or not. And he didn't care Buford has been serving his family for generations, Phineas just wanted a friend. He became everyone's friend, and that would have made him a great Tsar.

Ah… The letter. No, it is not from my mother, it's a letter from the dissolving monarchy. The report states that the villagers will try and seize Phineas and Linda no matter what tonight. The good news, Linda is safe in New York for the next two weeks, so I'll send her a letter explaining everything before madness breaks down. The bad news… Phineas. I promise you, I will not let anyone harm him. Even if it means… Letting go.

Three hours later

Everything has changed. I left the mansion in disguise to deliver the letter to Linda and to purchase some supplies for Phineas just in case he has to leave the mansion. He's never been outside the grounds of the mansion, but I have faith that he can maneuver out of the area in time. The villagers in the circle are gathering something far more worse than pitchforks… Guns. They tied ropes onto a loose tree large enough to create a battering ram, while others decided to bring torches assuming to burn the mansion down. It was insane, I tell you!

As nightfall entered, I unlocked the backdoor into the mansion so that no one could enter the front door. Earlier, I sealed the door by nailing wood, bracing it. The emptiness scouring the entire household makes it feel very different. It used to be lively before everyone had to leave, that was the one special quality Phineas had. To have a positive attitude whatever the outcome becomes.

I entered Phineas' room, having fallen asleep as daylight fell. He was stirring a bit as I walked in. I glanced at his room for one of the very last times, looking at all of the blueprints he had created. They were all plastered on the walls of the bedroom, with one left unfinished on his table. I went over to the table and I picked it up, rolled it, and afterwards placing it in the sac I had made for him earlier with all the supplies he would need. I figured he would want to finish it before leaving. I went over to his bed by his side and gave him a final kiss on his forehead for good luck.

Good luck, kiddo.

I then opened the door and left, closing the door gently on my way out. It is time to prepare the greatest escape.