Author's Note: This is a short chapter, dearies. Buuuut, I would like to thank everyone who has reviewed this story, it keeps pushing me to write more and more. Enjoy, friends!

Ferb's POV

Ah, what a beautiful night to sleep in… Except I'm walking through the dark and forgotten woods of the village getting a bucket of fish. The dragon (if you don't know what that is, it's a mythical creature that breathes fire from China. Read a book.) asked me to head to the river and bring a bucket full of them back home. For Pete's SAKE, it's winter. Sending me out to fetch some fish in a frozen river bank for me to break won't guarantee you'll receive nice fish. Seriously, this could wait till tomorrow when I can actually see the woods-

"Oof!" I tripped over a log or something, dropping the bucket on the ground.

Dang it... Just what I need.

"What the hell…" I see a red spike of hair next to me and it feels like a body is on the bottom of me…

I stood up and… It looked like a boy, my age. He seemed nicely dressed, better dressed than a regular villager. And strangely, he has red hair just like I have green hair.

"Who…-"

"FIND HIM. KEEP LOOKING FOR HIM. AND KEEP BURNING THE MANSION TO THE GROUND."

As soon as he said that, I looked off into the distance and I see a gigantic house. On fire… That doesn't look good…The fire is heading towards all different kinds of directions of the forest, burning more trees as it raged. I can see the snow below me starting to melt. I took a closer look at the boy, he seemed to be out of it. I checked his pulse, still alive. I hope.

I picked him up and noticed his left hand, it had a burn on it… It makes me queasy that grown men decided to do this to a boy this young. And I know exactly who this boy is.

"Hello, Ferb! How was... " I walked into our room, placing the red-haired boy on my bed and gave my father a sigh and a concerned look.

"Hm… So, who is your new friend?" Father asked curiously. He started growing more concerned at him every second. The boy looked pale and tired, he has dried tear streams down his face. That's when his fatherly instincts kicked in when he saw the burn on his left hand. "Oh my… What on earth happened to him?"

"Those savages from the village raided his home and I'm guessing he ran out just in time. But it looks like he burned his hand…" I replied. "They burned his…" He began to stutter from thinking about it.

"Yes… They also burned down his house." I placed his hand in the cool water from the bucket nearby. He began to stir a bit but still stayed asleep. "Father, we must not reveal he is staying with us. He's… Special."

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Well, you know that gigantic mansion from the forest the other workers told us about and how a mother and her son lives there?" I said.

"You know, that does a ring a bell…"

"Well, he's the son. He's a Romanov." I said with a bit of blunt.

"Huh. Well, I'm sure we can… Make room. I could possibly-"

"No need, father. He'll be sleeping in my bed, I'll sit next to him during the night." I answered back, pulling up a stool next to him. What a weird feeling… I've never cared for anyone besides father like this.

"Ah. Alright then, ol' chap. I guess you'll be on red-haired boy duty tonight," Father replied as he climbed into his bed. "I'll be hitting the hay then… Good night, son."

"Good night, father. Sweet dreams." I said as I turned off our oil-lamp.

2nd Author's Note: Okay, so I just have to mention my friend named Isabella who's also a huge fan of Phineas and Ferb as well as Disney. She inspires me to write more and keep going with this wonderful series and I'm so glad I'm doing it! Her FanFiction user is NinjaCupakeX, go bother her to finish up her story. Okay? Bye.