I hope this is what you wanted. This is the AU. Is it bad that I was listening to the song "Servant of Evil" when typing this?
Ivan stared at the old woman sitting in the chair in front of him in disbelief.
"It's been a long time. Hasn't it Ivan Braginski? Or should I say Russia? You haven't aged a day in the last ninety years." said the woman.
"You can't be here...I watched you die!" cried Ivan and then softly, "I watched you all die."
"Ivan! Ivan! Help us please!"
"Ivan! You...You swore to protect us! Why?!"
A sob "I don't want to die! Please don't let them do this Ivan!"
"Ivan..." she started.
"I-I don't know what to say...You must be very angry with me," said Ivan sadly.
Anastasia sighed. "I've stop being angry a long time ago, Ivan. Oh sure, I felt really raw at you, my people, and the world when I woke up in that Lithuanian monastery after all of it was done. I was young. I wanted to get revenge for the deaths of my family. I wanted blood! ...But,I'm getting too old to be carrying a grudge...especially since I've seen how much you have suffered..."
"W-What do you mean,Nastya?" asked Ivan.
Anastasia carefully got up from her chair and walked over to Ivan. She put a hand on both of his cheeks and made him look her in the eyes.
"When I was younger, even when you were playing with Alexei and I, your eyes were so sad. I had asked Olishka why were so sad and she said that you and Toris participated in Bloody Sunday...That must have hurt you so much..." She pulled Ivan into a hug. "You eyes now are all broken...I wish I could do something to help you..."
Ivan began to hug her back. "I only did what the people wanted,Nastya...I'm sorry..."
"It's okay Ivan. I understand. You are the Motherland. You are to protect the people first. I'm just glad to see you, one more time before I die."
"Anastasia..."
Anastasia smiled at Ivan. "We have 90 years of memories and experience to catch up on and not a lot of time to do so. So lets get started,okay?"
And thus ends my fail drabble. Another anon could come and make a better one if they want.
I Was Your Princess.... 1/1
Ivan stared at the old woman sitting in the chair in front of him in disbelief.
"It's been a long time. Hasn't it Ivan Braginski? Or should I say Russia? You haven't aged a day in the last ninety years." said the woman.
"You can't be here...I watched you die!" cried Ivan and then softly, "I watched you all die."
"Ivan! Ivan! Help us please!"
"Ivan! You...You swore to protect us! Why?!"
A sob "I don't want to die! Please don't let them do this Ivan!"
"Ivan..." she started.
"I-I don't know what to say...You must be very angry with me," said Ivan sadly.
Anastasia sighed. "I've stop being angry a long time ago, Ivan. Oh sure, I felt really raw at you, my people, and the world when I woke up in that Lithuanian monastery after all of it was done. I was young. I wanted to get revenge for the deaths of my family. I wanted blood!
...But,I'm getting too old to be carrying a grudge...especially since I've seen how much you have suffered..."
"W-What do you mean,Nastya?" asked Ivan.
Anastasia carefully got up from her chair and walked over to Ivan. She put a hand on both of his cheeks and made him look her in the eyes.
"When I was younger, even when you were playing with Alexei and I, your eyes were so sad. I had asked Olishka why were so sad and she said that you and Toris participated in Bloody Sunday...That must have hurt you so much..." She pulled Ivan into a hug. "You eyes now are all broken...I wish I could do something to help you..."
Ivan began to hug her back. "I only did what the people wanted,Nastya...I'm sorry..."
"It's okay Ivan. I understand. You are the Motherland. You are to protect the people first. I'm just glad to see you, one more time before I die."
"Anastasia..."
Anastasia smiled at Ivan. "We have 90 years of memories and experience to catch up on and not a lot of time to do so. So lets get started,okay?"
And thus ends my fail drabble. Another anon could come and make a better one if they want.