Hey! I've had a writer's block for a while but I'm here to tell you now that I intend to wrap this shibing-bang up. I get that the female versions of the countries aren't as popular as the males but I hope to those that have kept up with reading this like my story so far. If you have any reviews you want to share, then please go ahead.
Chapter 4: If Your World falls, Will My Love Die?
Beyond twilight hours St. Petersburg was in a typical frosty winter night. The capital's mainstream factories that pumped out product daily were closed. The glass windows of local bakeries and boutique shops had their displays of pastries and sweeties tucked away. A few drunks dragged themselves home, snow had fallen to cover the winter land like cake icing. The once boisterous sounds of machine and chatter were dead as a cadaver. Dim streetlights lit the city from total darkness. Or so it seemed. But underneath the surface, there was anger and violence surging. It was coming.
In the cozy lodgings inside the royal palace Amelia woke groggily, rubbing her eyes. Her head pounded slightly, her tongue felt dry as sandpaper. She'd gotten hammered a few hours before at the grand party afterwards having a nice time with Ivan.
Her legs were tangled in Ivan's whose arms were wrapped around her waist. Ivan could slumber in the manner of a grizzly bear, he wouldn't be waking anytime soon. Her lover stirred pressing their naked bodies together, Amelia smiled.
She detangled herself and pushed aside the heavy curtains hanging on the canopy bed, leaving the warmth. She desperately needed a drink or she'd take an hour to catch some z's. Slipping on a robe and a pair of matching slippers she stumbled from Ivan's private quarters.
The American passed draped windows with the coordination of a baby dear. Feeling pretty ridiculous but glad no one was there to witness her utmost clumsiness she poured cold water in a cup gulping it down thirstily. Feeling better refreshed she reflected on her….. "vacation" with Ivan, it was almost bittersweet now up to this moment. In two days she'd be departing for the western front and won't see him for countless months.
"I'll have to make the most of what I have left then" she thought deciding it was time to rejoin her fiancée, her happiness reinvigorated. A servant rushing by caught her attention.
"Excuse me?" she called to the Russian curiously. "Is there something wrong?"
"A small disturbance at the gates, it is being taken care of accordingly, as we speak." Though from his panicked expression she easily caught the lie. The servant gave a nervous smile to reassure her then rudely motioned her to return to bed. As if she were a small annoyance. He exited the hall hurriedly leaving Amelia to herself and the drinks.
"The Hell is going on?" She grouchily stomped down the hall, bringing the pitcher along for good measure. "and that servant was a total jackass! Telling me of all nations what to do!"
The American nation abruptly at noise coming from outside. "Oh fuck it." She yanked the drapes to see a massive crowd of angry Russians armed with torches, pitch forks, and guns. Imperial guards aimed their guns at the crowd to ward them off. The crowd began hurling bottles screaming for the deaths of the Romanov dynasty and demands for justice. They were the anti-monarchists and peasants that had been under a system of oppression for centuries.
This reminded Amelia of a familiar protest in Boston long ago, though under far different situations. There was no doubt a rebellion would happen if the guards shoot. She may be a young nation but she knew the beginning of a rebellion or revolution better than most. It was only half an hour when shots rang and blood splattered the snow.
The one thing she didn't foresee were the iron gates crashing down, the crowd killing sentry guards like a pack of hyenas, and havoc.
"Shit." She cursed. She had to get Ivan out of here now before the rebels took him. It was no secret to the world of a nation's existence and whomever could force or convince them of leadership would have the power of the nation. She'd have to take him to her frontline of the war until this settled over.
Amelia nearly tore the hinges off the door on her way into their bedroom. Leaping onto the bed she urgently yelled at Ivan to get up. "IVAN!" She shook him awake tearing the blankets her mind raced, it'd only take ten minutes for the mob to climb the stairs and enter the west wing. "you have to leave, NOW!"
Ivan jolted awake blinking tiredly. What was his sunflower doing? He thought their earlier activities would've tuckered her never-ending supply of energy out. "Amelia what is happening?"
"A mob of Reds are storming the palace we need to leave."
Ivan said no more changing into pants, shirt, and a fur coat, Amelia kicked the slippers from her feet and slid on boots. She bundled in an ermine coat to fend from the weather. The servant from before burst inside locking the doors frantically. He swung open the window and dropped a set of bronze keys from above.
"Y-you cannot leave!" the boy panted collapsing against the door. His hair was sticking up and his clothes disheveled looking like he raced the Boogeyman.
"And why not?" Ivan crossed his arms threateningly. Anyone in the palace knew better then to stop him.
"B-because they're coming! The rebels are but seconds away, I saw them up the staircase you're trapped." He said as he dragged a chair under the door knob to form a blockade.
The two nations shared a look of horror that switched to dread when they heard the loud footsteps pounding the floor and shouts. The mob was searching the guestrooms, they were running out of precious time.
The servant rushed to the huge armoire and pushed aside to reveal a door. He opened it with no hesitation. "His majesty installed this for you in case of emergency. This brings you to the entry hall behind Ivan the Great's portrait. Quick, you go!"
They thanked the boy whose name turned out to be Nikita and ran down a spiral staircase using only two candlesticks as light. At the bottom they out their ears to the door, the coast was clear. Amelia creaked the door to crack letting light flood inside she latched her hand to Ivan's and pulled him out. Luck was on the nation's side the insurgents were either in the west or east wings looting. But the guards weren't as lucky, blood stained the Persian rug she stood on hours before, one guard's face was beaten to being unrecognizable.
Amelia began running to the exit she whipped the remaining obstacle of their escape open. Ivan stood still as a statue. She resisted the urge to curse obscenities for her lover was just standing there. He gazed fixedly at the portraits of his past monarchs. Her stress diminished momentarily this was his history he'd had for centuries. The history that makes him who he is as Russia the nation. Russia the empire. For all he knew his age of grandiose monarchy might as well be finished. She hugged Ivan whispering in his ear.
"Ivan" her language crossed over to Russian hoping to break his trance. "we must go now. You need to retreat to the western front or your government's screwed, forever. Please, come with me."
Ivan had a pained expression on his face. He couldn't leave behind the royal family let alone little Anastasia. She was nothing more then a little girl whom embodied innocence. But surely Nicholas and Alexandra have pre-planned for a situation in case of emergencies. He'd trust them.
Tearing his gaze from the objects of his past and with great reluctance he ran. They crossed the court yard, passed the gates, and kept running at inhumane speed to the eastern half of the city.
"We'll need to hop on a train to Francis's country" Amelia said damn it, if only they'd taken a firearms before leaving. "Francis is in the Allies turf you'll be safe there."
"This way." Ivan panted a bit further and they'd be at the train station to get away from this dreadful mess. Their escape from the palace didn't get better after that. The closer they got to the train station, their final getaway, the more crowded the streets became with anti-communists and monarchists hoping to flee the country while they still could were haphazardly grabbing suitcases and the hands of their little ones to reach the train station too.
The two nations slipped by narrow gaps in the crowd, they had only three-hundred yards to go before the entrance before a loud, gruff voice in Russian yelled-
"IT'S THEM! CAPTURE THE FATHERLAND AND SHOOT THE AMERICAN BITCH IF YOU HAVE TO!"
A party of heavily armed Red militants popped out of nowhere from the dark alleys out of site and began open fire. They'd been ordered to guard the train station if their nation and the American one managed to escape the palace. Now they had them.
Amelia's primal fighting instinct kicked in and she took a nearby carriage and threw it in the air, where it landed then smushed five of the militants while Ivan dived on top of one man, snapping his neck and using the last of his gun's ammunition to kill three. The other twelve took cover behind a statue and a fruit stand.
Amelia took Ivan's hand and led him away while he fired the last shots and they entered the train station. "Ivan drop the gun they'll come after us if we don't get on that train! Move!"
They ran by opening stations inside.
Berlin, Copenhagen, Budapest, Rome….. Paris!
The train to Paris had started gaining speed and was departing the station. If they ran fast enough, they could catch the railing of the caboose and clamber in.
More militants were arriving by the dozen and the blue-eyed blonde held Ivan's hand tighter. If it came down to it, she would sacrifice herself for Ivan. She could be exchanged as for a lot of money while Ivan would be safe in France.
"Amelia" Ivan panted. "Whatever happens, I love you. Always remember that." He picked her up by the waist and threw her on board. She let out a surprised yelp but still held his hand, she was going to pull him up. She smiled in relief as her feet landed on the end of the caboose platform with a crowd of Russians. Ivan jumped too but slipped and was now dangling off the end holding onto her hand.
Everything went from heaven to hell then. All it took was for one Red militant to shoot a bullet that was meant to travel through the heart of America, but instead went through her wrist, blood streaming and dropping out where the bullet had gone through.
She gritted her teeth pain, but another two bullets ripped through her wrist then palm, she only had time to see the look of disbelief in Ivan's amethyst eyes as her arm succumbed to sudden pain and forced her fingers open. Ivan fell onto the steel tracks, cracking his head open, while Amelia fell backwards to the ground, hitting the back of her head on the wooden floor shocking her.
She felt the hands of Russian passengers screaming and two men were picking her up. Amelia could only think about a pair of amethyst eyes before she succumbed to darkness.
Well, that's the end for this chapter, we've still got one final one left to go! If any of you are going to be reviewing could you tell me if the ending of this chapter was too dramatic? I feel like I overdid it but any reviews are fine. I'll be trying as soon as possible to fill the last chapter in so I can officially end this story. Bye!