Dimitry had felt something was wrong that day. He figured he forgot something at the palace and stopped in his tracks on his way to the bridge. It was then he realized it wasn't an object he forgot. He forgot a person. Anya.  He grabbed his suitcase off of the ground and began running back to the palace.

Anya however, was facing the Russian with a gun pointed to her.

"Think about this." She said calmly.

Gleb just cocked the gun and held it in shaking hands.

Dimitry heard the confrontation happening as he walked back into the palace. His heart leapt at the sound of Anya's voice before dropping at the sound of Gleb's.

He ran down the halls of the palace, dropping his suitcase with a loud thud!

"I heard their screams! I felt their blood!"

"If you were Anastasia- do you think history would have wanted you to live?!"

"I am my father's daughter!"

"And I am my father's son! And if I must finish what was started then I shall!"

Dimitry picked up his pace. Being chased by police had its perks right now. It also helped when you could pick a lock.

"For the last time, who are you?!"

Dimitry cussed under his breath as he jiggled the doorknob and shoving the door open and dashing inside.

"I am the Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanov!"

"Anya!"

Bang!
Bang!

The first thing Dimitry was aware of was the smell of smoke from the gun. The next was his ears still ringing from it so loudly he barely heard Anya's scream. The third thing he realized was Gleb was lying on the ground, a bullet through his heart as Vlad stood from the doors; shakily holding a gun.

Vlad ran inside, setting down the gun and rushing to Dimitry.

"Is he-"

Vlad nodded, "He would have killed you." He told Anya.

Dimitry looked down to see his hand was covered in red. The room suddenly felt like it was spinning and he nearly fell on top of Anya.

"Dimitry?" She said, trying to hold him up before seeing the blood pooling at his side.

"No no no!"

The two quickly sunk to the floor and Anya gently laid Dimitry's head in her lap, brushing his sweaty hair away from his face.

"Anya I-"

"No, no Dimitry don't talk." She said quickly, pressing her hands to his side; her white gloves quickly staining red.

Vlad had left the room already calling for an ambulance.

"Just stay with me Dimitry, okay? Stay with me please."

"I'm sorry." He mumbled weakly, "For leaving."

"Shh, no it's alright- it's alright."

Vlad came back in quickly, "They're on their way."

Dimitry felt Anya's tears softly hitting his face. He weakly reached up and brushed one off of her cheek, her breath shaking.

"Sing me something?" He whispered.

Anya gave a weak smile through her tears, "What?"

"I just like. . . Hearing your voice." He mumbled, taking her hand in his.

Anya took no second thought before knowing another song her grandmother had taught her when she was very young.

She began singing in Russian, stroking his cheek softly, "Ty - moy solnechnyy svet, moy yedinstvennyy solnechnyy svet, ty delayesh' menya schastlivym, kogda nebo seroye, ty nikogda ne uznayesh' dorogogo, naskol'ko ya tebya lyublyu. Pozhaluysta, ne snimay solntse."

She felt tears falling down her cheeks rapidly as she felt his grip softening against her hand.

"Pozhaluysta, ne snimay solntse." She repeated through a choked sob.

"Dimitry?" She whispered.

She shook him slightly, "Dimitry!" She said louder, "No please no no!" She cried.

She leaned her forehead over his, "I-I can't l-loose you t-too!" She sobbed, "Dimitry I love you please!" She hung her head low, "Please don't leave me."

Please don't take my sunshine away.

Dimitry woke with a gasp.  He heard the beeping of a machine beside him and felt a hand in his.  He winced at how stiff his neck felt as he looked over to see who was beside him.  Anya sat hunched over and asleep in a chair, her head rest against the bed next to their intwined hands as her messy hair laid against the hospital blanket.  Dimitry felt a sigh of relief escape his lips.

Vlad walked in, nearly dropping the glass of water he was holding as he saw Dimitry awake.

"Oh thank the heavens." Vlad said setting the drink on a table and rushing to Dimitry's side, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"What happened?" Dimitry whispered, desperately trying not to wake Anya.

"You jumped in front of her.  I shot Gleb at the same time he shot you."

"You won't go to prison for that. . .will you?"

Vlad shook his head, "The Empress has promised to keep this under wraps.  It was a duty to protect her granddaughter." He looked over at Anya, "She hasn't left you know."

Dimitry looked back at Anya with a sigh.

"I could barely get her to leave the room to change out of the bloody dress and gloves." Vlad said with a shiver up his spine.

"How long was I out?" Dimitry asked.

"Quite a few hours.  It's nearly 3 in the morning.  Visiting hours ended 6 hours ago but she begged to stay.  She even used the Grand Duchess card on that one."

Dimitry let out a small laugh before wincing at the pain in his side where his torso was bandaged, "I'd expect nothing less from her."

"Quite the feisty one." Vlad smiled, "Hasn't changed since she ran around the palace as a child."

Dimitry smiled, trying to picture young Anya playing pranks on her sisters with her younger brother.

"I am going to the waiting room." Vlad said,  heading to the door, "They have some couches there.  I tried to get her to go sleep there but she wouldn't budge."

Dimitry nodded absentmindedly, his sole focus on the girl beside him.

"And Dimitry?" Vlad said, turning back.

"Yeah?"

"She really does love you."

"I know."

Vlad left the room and closed the door, leaving just Anya and Dimitry.

Dimitry ran his thumb along the back of Anya's hand.  Even asleep in pajamas (that he recognized was a pair of his) with messy hair and drool on her cheek- she never looked more angelic.  She stirred slightly at the movement before opening her eyes.

She sat up quickly, eyes widening before she threw her arms around Dimitry.

"Ow ow!"

"I'm sorry!" Anya apologized quickly, pulling away.

Dimitry just pulled her back against him and sighed, "All men are babies aren't they?" He muttered into her hair causing her to let out a choked laugh.

She moved back and looked him in the eye, "I thought we lost you." She whispered, holding back tears that now escaped, "I- I thought I lost you."

Dimitry wiped away the wet tears from her face, "You can't get rid of me that easily your highness."

Anya just shook her head with a small smile.  This boy was in the hospital after nearly dying and is still teasing her.

She looked back in his eyes before doing something she'd been waiting to do for what felt like forever.  She kissed him.

Slow and sweet.  Dimitry seemed shocked at first before relaxing and quickly beginning to kiss her back, a hand coming up to her hair and the other resting at her cheek.

They pulled away, needing air, and looked at each other; laughing lightly.

"C'mere." Dimitry said, gesturing to the spot next to him on the bed.

"But the nurses-"

Dimitry made a whining noise of protest.

Anya rolled her eyes, "All men are babies." She teased before joining him and snuggling against his side.

Dimitry wrapped an arm around her, playing with her hair as she rest her head against his chest; listening to his heartbeat playing in her ear like a melody she'd never be tired of.

He's alive.

"I love you Dima." She whispered.

"I love you Anya." He replied, "More than anything in the world."

This was exactly how Vlad found the two when he walked in the next morning.

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Did you guys really think I'd give this a sad ending?😉 The song Anya sings is You Are My Sunshine in Russian (at least according to Google Translate so like yikes) I've had this idea for a few days and I don't know why but I mean why not.  I'm so obsessed with Dimya right now it's not even funny like ??? Anyways, hope you liked it (and maybe got a little scared halfway through hehe)

~ ky❤️