Hello! I know I shouldn't really start a new fanfic with being such a slow updater...but I really couldn't help myself.

It is heavily inspired by the story of Anastasia, though this story will not be historically accurate nor will I exactly follow what had happened to the Czar's family in reality. It's just the basic for the main plot! I hope history fans won't mind!

Levi is ooc in the first chapter, which will change later though. He will also be called "Leevie" in the first chapter, which will also changed and explained later. (googletranslate Levi into Russian and listen to the pronunciation so you know how to read it!)

blini = Russian pancakes
prjanik = Russian gingerbread, often served with tea (it tastes great)
moi dorogoi = my sweetheart

So here we go. The first chapter.

Enjoy

A/N: I do not own Shingeki no kyojin. No beta.

The ballroom was lit up in a bright, warm light, illuminating everything that the soft light of the chandeliers could reach.

Cystalwear on the long tables, jewelry, the polished floor, the windows, everything glistened in a soft golden hue, creating the illusion of a safe place, safe from the rebels, safe from the harsh cold of the Russian winter.

Lively, festive music sounded across the room, leading men and women in their dance, their shoes clacking against the solid ground, their dresses swinging beautifully as they twirled around, seemingly floating across the floor. Soft murmurs could be heard, people giggling, laughing, enjoying the great evening that as given to them. Many were dancing, some were talking, others were enjoying the delicious meal that had been prepared just for this special evening.

This evening was truly something special, after all, it was the Czar's son 10th birthday.

The Czar himself had made sure that the best men and women, and only the best, would make this evening memorable, something that made them all forget their worries.

Smiling to himself, the Czar turned around, looking for his only son. It wasn't a surprise when he found him standing next to the dessert table, filling his plate with various kinds of sweets, way too much for a boy his size, which didn't stop the boy from topping the blinis with marmalade and honey, accidentally pouring some of the sticky sweetness over his prjaniki. The man watched his son worriedly but decided to let him have his fun for tonight, it was his birthday.

In slow, but firm strides, he crossed the massive ballroom, stopping every now and then to greet guests and talk to old friends, until he reached his sons side. As the boy noticed a shadow cast over him, he turned his head, jumping and almost dropping the chocolates he had stuffed in his mouth as he saw his father standing next to him. The small boy didn't even have the time to empty his full mouth before his father picked him up, carrying the boy towards his beloved wife.

"Leevie, why aren't you dancing with your sisters? You ought to have fun tonight, not upset your stomach with sweets," he scolded the boy, though he didn't take away the plate form his son's grasp.

"I like sweets," the boy mumbled, still working on the chocolates in his mouth. He was lucky that he didn't choke on the sticky sweetness.

The Czar chuckled, agreeing with his son. "I can see that," he answered the boy "but please try to be careful, enjoy it slowly. You have all night Levi," he explained.

"Yes Papa."

It didn't take long until they reached their destination.

"Leevie! Why are you eating so many sweets! You will get a stomachache!" the voice of his mother called to him. "Nikolaj! Why is he eating so many sweets?" She turned her gaze to her husband.

The Czar scratched his bread in a nervous manner, he may rule Russia, but he was still a man, a man with a fierce woman.

"It's his birthday after all...," the man answered his wife, hoping that the answer would be enough for her. As she stared at him and their son, her blue eyes narrowed to thin slits, he let a soft smile grace his lips. He knew where Leevie got his intimidating aura and demeanor from...

But not only the facial expression did they share, no, his son had beautiful raven hair, just like his mother, which was framing his face. His skin was fair, no matter how often they went to exotic countries, but it only brought out his stunning blue eyes even more. A bright, piercing blue that reminded him of the ice of their seas, beautiful yet dangerous. They held so much life in them, twinkling with mischief.

Upon seeing her husband's soft smile, her hard features relaxed, and with a sigh, she took her son and put him on the ground. "Just this once...," she muttered.

"Leevie, moi dorogoi, do you like your presents?" the boy's mother asked in a soft tone, opening her son's jacket to fix his askew shirt underneath it.

After she was done, she checked his outfit for any kinds of stains, knowing his habit of wiping his fingers on his clothes. Terrible. As she inspected her son's outfit, she admired his attire. His jacket had a beautiful embroidery, decorating it in a golden floral pattern, the edges of his sleeves had small, red gems worked in to them, so did his collar. The marvelous jacket was accompanied with red trousers, and black, knee high boots that were made form the best leather they could find. They spared no expense, wanting the best of the best for their son. And they weren't disappointed, the tailors truly did a wonderful job on dressing their son.

"Yes, Mama, I love them all. Thank you! Especially the small round cookies...what were they called again? Ma-maca...eh...," confused about the name of the French sweets, the boy frowned, pouting when he heard his parents laugh.

"Macarons, Leevie. Your grandmother brought them from France, I'm sure she will send you more once she returns to France," his father explained.

The boy nodded vigorously, a wide smile on his young face. "Yes! I want green ones! They were my favorites! And Eren liked them, too!" the boy declared loudly. It was usual for their son to share his sweets with Eren, his servant. He had known him ever since he was born, had the him always by his side. If it weren't for their appearance and the servant's German accent, one would have thought they were brothers.

In times likes this, The Czar and his wife were happy to have such a loyal servant by their son's side, they knew that the rebels grew stronger day by day, and that one day they would have to flee and leave Russia behind. Knowing that they had loyal servants was a small relief for their stressed minds.

Speaking of the boy, where was he?

"Your Majesty," a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts. "Please excuse my absence, I had forgotten something important and needed to return to my quarters."

Turning around and facing the boy, he saw the green eyed boy, bowing down to the royal family.

"Tha-" he was about to dismiss the boy but got interrupted by the enraged voice of his wife.

"What is so important for you to leave him out of your sight? You are to no time leave his side, lest something happen to him!" With effort, she managed to not raise her voice, she didn't want to alarm the other guests and servants.

"I am sorry, your majesty. I shouldn't have left his side," the young boy answered. He was used to being scolded by Leevie's mother. She was always worried about her youngest son, especially now. He should have stayed by his side, what if he got hurt? They servant knew he couldn't forgive himself had something happened to him.

"Make sure it doesn't happen again," she curtly replied.

"Yes, your highness." With that, he turned form her and towards the Czar. "I am deeply sorry."

Leevie, who had watched quietly, decided that he had enough, and jumped towards his servant, jumping into his arms, almost throwing the boy off balance.

"Eren, what is it? I want to know!" Leevie demanded, all he knew was that it was a present for him.

A smile spread across the brunette's face as he set the boy down. He opened his burgundy jacket, which only had a few golden embroidery at the hem, and pulled out a small box from the inner pocket.

The box was simple.

It was made out of wood and obvious that Eren had made it himself, and painted green.

Leevie's favorite color.

Yellow and red paint decorated it in a floral pattern. It didn't have any hinges, the top was removable. As the boy looked at the box that was about the size of his servant's fist, he wondered when Eren had found the time to make such a precious gift for him. A soft chuckle snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Open it."

Slowly, the boy grasped the top, afraid to break it, and lifted the top.

The first thing he noticed was a soft white fabric. He recognized it as one of his old cravats that he had to use every now and then, but soon forgot about it as he saw what rested on the fabric.

It was...a brooch?

The brooch was about the size of his fist and had a square form.

It was sturdy, uneven, he could still see the dents were the hammer met the metal. The material it was made out was simple. Metal and glass.

It felt rough to the touch, though he could feel that the brunette had spend some time to smoothen the rough surface, especially the edges.

On top of the uneven square, he could see splinter of glass. They were arranged in a way, that made the blue and white glass overlap. On closer inspection he noticed that the were representing wings. One was blue and one was white, overlapping. The glass was melted into the metal and then polished. Unlike the rough metal, the glass was polished until it felt completely smooth to the touch, not one sharp edge could be found. The light danced beautifully across the glass, which reflected in blue and white lights on the silver metal.

He was speechless. Looking at it, even with it's obvious imperfections, the boy couldn't find it anymore beautiful.

"T..thank you," he murmured, still looking at his present.

Eren simply smiled.

"Now take it and attach it on my jacket!" Leevie demanded soon after.

The brunette laughed.

"Only if you dance with me, my lord." He joked, glad that Leevie's mother seemed appeased by his gift for her son.

It had taken him months and cost him many hours of sleep to finish the brooch. Just last night he had managed to do the last finishing touches.

"Stupid! I say when we dance or not! Now attach it!" Demanding little thing he was.

"Alright," he softly took the brooch from the boy's grasp "hold still, I don't want to prick you."

It took him a minute but once the brooch was attached on the white jacket, he stood up and took a step back to look at his work.

It looked like absolute crap compared to the boy's marvelous outfit.

But Leevie's face told him that he didn't care.

"Okay. Now carry me, and then we'll dance!"

This boy.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter ^-^!

If you find any grammar/spelling errors please let me know you'd help out a lot!