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Fallen Heart: Part 1

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Ivan stood behind the Tsar's chair as his boss watched the dancing on the ballroom floor. He could see the girls dancing, playing. They smiled with utter joy. Ivan loved those smiles; they made him know that there was still something to live for in this world of pain and death. Even Nikolay II smiled gently to himself as the Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova danced with her younger brother Alexei Nikolaevich. The two got along very well, but everyone pampered the Tsesarevich due to his illness. Alexei wasn't a very good child however, he was quite the brat. Still, they all cherished him, for he was the only boy. But not only that, he was special. When he was well, as he was now, everything was so much brighter. The boy carried his own sun.

Tonight was a formal dinner party and some relatives had come to visit. Tsar Nikolay wore his formal attire of a midnight blue military uniform. He didn't wear his medals or sashes, but he kept his gold bullions for the occasion. He was always able to appear elegant and composed, despite whatever situation.

Ivan wore his own military uniform, but the entire outfit, the hat held stiffly in his hand as he stood at attention. Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna sat to his right. She watched her seven year old son with that worried gleam. She would glance back at him once in a while, just to make sure that her son was truly okay. Only the immediate Imperial family knew that little secret.


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August, 1904

Ivan watched the child curiously. He seemed healthy enough, but what was the feeling in his chest that sent warning signals through his entire body? The child had a few bruises, but that was to be expected. Children always bumped against things and he would heal. Or at least he should have been healing. Actually he appeared worse. The baby would cry and flail and bruise and it wouldn't get better. He turned to the daughters of the Tsar's.

"Olga, please make sure he doesn't get any worse. I am going to find your mother." The girl nodded and intently watched the child.

Ivan left the room, traveling far due to his long legs. As he descended the stairs, he heard a second patter of feet behind him. He turned to see three year old Anastasia following after him. "Mr. Ivan is there something wrong with Alexei?" she asked in her baby voice. She had always enjoyed his company since she was a baby, now she looked up to him for almost everything.

"I am not sure what may be wrong, but he isn't getting better. So yes, something isn't right," he told her in a gentle voice. He felt her tiny hand clutch onto his gloved finger. The young Grand Duchess was adorable and held a special place in his heart. Her big blue eyes looked up at him in a child's display of understanding. Ivan blushed slightly, noticing the small girl was having much difficulty keeping up with him, especially with her deformed left foot. Nimbly, he lifted her up and placed her on his shoulder. She giggled wildly from her height.

Once Ivan found the Tsar and his wife, he slid the child off his shoulder and placed her on the ground so she could go where she pleased. Once the Grand Duchess had disappeared from view, he turned to the two rulers, "The Tsesarevich isn't clotting as he is supposed to. I believe it is an illness." His eyes rested upon the Tsarevna. He wasn't ignorant of her blood's curse. How did he ever allow her to talk him into this?

As he said the news, he could see the fear in her eyes, "A-are you sure?" Much of her family had died thanks to her rotten, English blood. World be damned if Ivan would let that happen to his only male heir.

"Yes, I am." She hurried from the room to her child. World be damned if she'd let her only son die.

Nikolay stepped beside him, watching his wife hurry off, "How long did you know old friend?"

"I've had this feeling since he was conceived, but after his birth it has just been growing stronger," he looked down to the Tsar, "It's her bad blood you know. Spain suffered from it, Germany as well. There were others you could have chosen."

"It isn't your choice in that respect Ivan," he snapped. With that he disappeared. Violet eyes narrowed in annoyance. All these years of waiting for a boy, of doing every measure they possibly could, only to have that woman's bad blood ruin it. And by now her entire body was infected with the disorder. No other male heirs would come about. This was their only chance.

Still, it wasn't as though Ivan had never been headed by a woman before. Elizabeth had forced him to acknowledge her superiority, in many more ways than one would like to retell. Still, this woman was not Elizabeth. Elizabeth died.

He sighed, how had he become so wrapped up into the fate of the lives of the Romanovs?
This is an idea of why Russia's heart falls from his chest. My head canon doesn't need to be yours. Sadly, I am a Russian history nut, so we jump in time all over the place. We begin in 1911, go back to 1904, make a sprint to 1547 and move forward from there. Though this is supposed to be mainly a reason why Russia's heart falls from his chest, it really goes off on a tangent and follows Ivan through his life and the change to the Soviet Union. Also, why the Romanov family lasted for so long until the death of Russia, so yeah. And how they change Ivan into the greatest world power until the end. So, I hope you can keep up ^^;
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