Can You Teach Me to Dance?

A/N: I felt like doing a more teenager cutesy story for Little Siberia, here's this little story! Forgive any rule or law benders if any! For I don't know much of the laws in Russia or school systems for that matter. So, I hope Google hasn't failed me with this one! I'm sorry this took so long. Please enjoy this final chapter.~ Thank you all from the bottom of my heart who chose to pick this up.

Prologue

Anya after getting home from school was flustered. Being 15 and a young woman there could be tons of problems going on, but there was just one HUGE predicament. Here's what it is...

Flashback~

The teacher of P.E. class had been assigned to give the students dancing lessons this semester. For dancing had always been a very good exercise tool, but also to teach history. "We will be dancing the Waltz. A classic dance that has been around for like~ Ever!" She explained in a cheery note. "Also class, I expect to have this dance mastered with whomever your partner is at the up and coming ball this summer at a special place for the school to attend."

Anya, who sat on the ground in the line of students giggled. 'She sounds a little like Poland.' She thought. But, she worried over dancing. She was famous for having two left feet and couldn't dance at ALL. Whenever there was a school event, she usually remained a wallflower. She had some suitors come up to her, but she refused them for fear of stepping on their toes and embarrassing herself. Anya wasn't a klutz or anything, but Dancing? She was falling all over the place. Anya could dance like any pro...in her dreams... usually with Ivan as her partner as well. (Yes, she has danced with him before, but she never fell for Ivan always helped carry her.) Wearing the heals also was a weakness. She wore flats, tennis, or boots. Cold hard reality was sure painful.

'I need HELP!' She cried in her thoughts.

End of Flashback~

She headed straight for her room skimming fast past Ivan's office where he was busy attending to business reports, memos, and the whole important issues that she didn't really care for at the moment. Setting down her backpack being a gray camo with a Russian flag in the middle. (Ivan being her guardian has made her quite patriotic down to her fashion.) Sighing in relief that her day at school was over and lying down going over in her mind the many ways she was going to make a fool out of herself. Not to mention her grade depended on her performance! Her musings lead her to not hear her door open just then.

"What am I going to do?" Anya asked herself.

"Well, you could start by saying hello to me after a long day." A voice came from her doorway. She stood straight up looking at the cause of her shock. Ivan... A.K.A. Russia. Around six feet something with silver hair and chromatic purple eyes. Wearing a black long sleeved turtle neck with the usual scarf and black pants. He kind of looked like an artist or movie director. A really handsome one at that... His smile gentle that was usually always reserved for her. (And his sisters of course.) He always managed to make her melt inside with that smile. He also always looked around the age of 25, young in years, but had the aura of experience. Ivan also being a trickster, used it greatly to his advantage to get what needed to be said out of her. It's only fair she supposed for she got away with quite a lot as a child just for being cute.

"Heh-eh. Hey Ivan!" She smiled nervous as to if Ivan knew the problem she was currently facing. Despite being Russian, she had a terrible poker face. She also mentally scolded herself for such an informal greeting.

Ivan chuckled at her and stepped into her space placing his right hand underneath her chin. Making her look at him in the eye. Holding her waist with his left. "Hello Anya, aren't you going to tell me what has you troubled?" He had heard her footsteps speeding up past his office. That gave him the tip that Anya must be trying to keep something from him. Nothing gets by Russia. Her blush showing on her cheeks as she tried to look away with just her eyes, as her face was unable to escape. Ivans smile turned more wicked as a thought came to him. It would definitely give him his answer. He lowered his lips to her forehead kissing her. She squeaked her face looking like a tomato now. Anya broke free jumping back away as he pouted at her reaction.

"T-To do THAT is improper!" Anya exclaimed as she pointed at him. He took her pointed finger as he continued his little game of cat and mouse. Ivan's actions and body language have been so flirtatious to her lately. Her having the longest crush on him since forever hasn't helped. She passed it off as being paranoid. He wouldn't choose a little girl like her who has barely lived. Sure, she was older if she went by her original past lives she's lived, but that wasn't todays world. She sighed for she loved him so much... Anya thinking that made her suddenly self-conscious.

Speaking of Ivan... he decided that she needed more motivation in telling him her problems. "If you don't tell me what's wrong I'm going to have to punish you." His voice going deeper and sounding oh-so sexy... He pressed his lips to her hand like a gentleman introducing himself. Her blush came back full swing. Being around country personifications also had a way of maturing you faster than the average child, as in knowing full well about the birds and the bees. Some nations tended to have fowl language, so of course, she would have been corrupted at some point. She already knew it especially now that she was almost 16. Actually, in Russia you could get married at that age.

Ivan's continued soft kisses on her skin kept interrupting her thought process. She gave up as to avoid further chagrin in her current situation. "Okay! Okay, I'll tell you!" Ivan stopped then with a victorious smile to her dismay. She sighed again in defeat. "I had gym class today and the teacher wanted us to take dancing lessons and for us to show it off at the ball coming up." The ball was going to be held at the newly reconstructed Winter Palace. The whole school was quite excited for it and to also experience a early 20th-19th century party. Anya, who was a terrible dancer, wanted to go too. 'What if he doesn't want to...?' She thought as he saw his curious look. Anya knew full well of her past life and Ivans history with that... love and affection they held for each other. She felt a pang of jealousy towards her own past self Anastasia...

Purple eyes brightened as he placed his hands in the appropriate places. He guided her much more easily than when he had to carry her when she was small. "Well, that's an easy fix." Anya looked at him hoping that meant what she thought he meant. "I'll teach you." He grinned.

Anyas expression lit up in twinkle stars, she was so excited. "REALLY?!"

To prove his point, Ivan simple pulled her arms and took her for a literal spin and caught her back in his arms. "Of course. I am Russia. We are a proud people and anyone worth their salt can dance. Even a simple one like the waltz." He was raised to have high expectations whether it would be his work, war, playful competitions, and dance. Though that 'twerking' that's become quite popular wasn't art or dancing. It was just people shaking their behinds and acting stupid. He shook his head at the younger generations, he swore... He turned his musings back to the lovely little thing as he heard her speak.

"Thank you! Thank you!" She giggled at his explanation. "Looks like I have to prove I'm a real Russian lady by working on my dancing skills."

Nodding Ivan added. "I'll even ask Austria and Hungary for assistance. Just hope that annoying Prussian won't interrupt your lesson."

"Austria and Hungary?" The girl thought about how maybe it would be easier to see another couple dance it perfectly. "That would be something to see! Plus, in practice I'm sure Austria can play the piano." It felt like good luck to encourage her to do better.

Ivan nodded. "I'll make the call right away. You got any homework?"

She shook her head. "I finished it in class." Then she took notice she was still in his arms rather closely. Blushing she tried to step away, but couldn't. "Ummm. I believe they have a arms-length-apart rule while dancing."

The older man grinned. "Only at your school events, but not at home." Really... He was getting quite bold. Maybe it was because she was almost a consenting adult this summer. It was spring now. Sighing, he better get to that call. He placed a soft kiss to her cheek before letting her go. "While you wait, maybe you could get a snack and rest before they come. It might be a tough lesson." He forewarned. Austria might as well have been considered retired from his conquering days, but he was still a country. Which meant he was a strict teacher. The old nation might've been an old stiff, but rather loosened up with anything to do with music.

"Okay!" Anya followed her guardian wanting to stay with him a bit longer before he disappeared into his office. Walking with him she told him the little things of her day, while he told her the small details of what he could about his work. "Would you like anything while I'm in the kitchen?"

Ivan thought of what sounded good. "Maybe just a sliced apple and water." Since, getting Anya back in his life he made it a point to eat healthy and exercise a lot more. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." She went on her tippy toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek before making her way to the best place in the house. Where the food was. Ivans soft gaze followed her, until he turned to get things done. When she came back with his share, he informed her their guests would be showing up tomorrow.

*The Next Day*- Time Skip~

"Helloooo Anyaaa~! Russiaaa~!" An excitable woman entered. Her green eyes shining with her light brain hair swaying as she twirled. "Oh. I'm so excited to help with a dancing lesson." Hungary was always surrounded by boys, so she loved girl-time whenever a female nation or friend invited her.

"Calm down Hungary. We're here on some serious business." Austria commented to his partner. The same dark haired man with deep blue eyes framed by glasses to match his outer coat. He might've lived in modern society, but old habits and his sense of fashion dies hard.

'Of course, he would consider dancing a serious situation.' Anya thought as she greeted the two nations into the home. 'Oh man... Wait 'till he sees how horrible I am.' "Hello Hungary! Austria!" Offering them a bright smile. Giving a hug to Hungary and shaking Austria's hand.

Hungary squeezed her. "Oh. Don't you worry! We're gonna make you the Belle of the ball!"

"We hope you are ready." Austria looked the young lady up and down. Her outfit was... very futuristic, but breathable. It was a simple t-shirt, pants, and comfy shoes. Though the comfy shoes were usually a good idea for practicing... But, not in his book. "You need proper dancing shoes." From his sharp gaze, Anya could he already figured her out. Shivering, he was quite the strict teacher. "Luckily, I asked Ivan what your size was and was prepared." He placed a box in her hands.

Anya blinked a couple times. "Should I open it now?"

"Of course!" Hungary encouraged her to open it. She personally chose them.

Inside the box as Anya did as was told, was shiny black dance shoes. Anya went over to the piano bench to try them on. "Wow... They fit perfectly!" They were the highest quality she could tell. They wouldn't ware out fast even if she practiced in them for a while. The bad part was she was bad when it came to any heels. As mentioned earlier, she wore boots, but they weren't stiletto boots.

However, after a couple of steps forward she fell flat on her face. "Ouch!"

"Oh my.~" Hungary commented.

Austria sighed. "Looks like we have some work ahead of us indeed." Pressing his glasses close to his face.

Ivan had heard the loud thump from his office and decided now was the time to check on how things were. He walked out to investigate and discovered Hungary helping the struggling girl onto her feet.

"First, we're going to be walking until your feet get used to the heels. Break them in as they say." Austria instructed.

Ivan decided to hide in the hall for a bit. He wanted to see what they would succeed in all on their own. Anya was continuing to struggle, but after a few moments got used to simply walking. She was let off of Hungarys comforting hands keeping her balanced. She continued to walk in the comfort she now had it down.

"I did it!" She wanted to hop up and down, but she didn't want to fall again. Anya went on with the lesson of doing some lonesome twirls and eventually doing small jumps.

"Softer landing." Hungary voiced during those. "You may land okay, but it sounds like a stomping elephant.~"

It seemed like an invisible arrow shot through Anyas chest. "Oof! Yes, ma'am..." Taking a deep breath and redid the routine. This time taking a bit more time instead of being impatient. As she was about to step out, Austria clapped interrupting her causing her to lose balance, but she caught herself. "Few..." Sweat dripped from her forehead.

He held a small tray of water glasses and a towel. "It's time for a small break." Holding out the small towel for her.

"Thank you." Anya took the towel wiping away her sweat and taking a glass. She took a big swig. "Ahh. That's the best water I've ever tasted."

Ivan couldn't help, but chuckle revealing his prescence. The older countries noticed him, but Anya apparently didn't.

She blushed at the fact she was all sweaty and gross. She didn't want to be seen as imperfect in front of him. "I-Ivan! Since when were you here?"

"I live here." He answered chuckling. He couldn't understand why she was flustered. He'd trained men and women until they were laying on the floor before in sweat, blood, and tears. "You seem to be doing really well for your lessons." Ivan kept it to himself that it was the fact she fell that called him down.

"Yah! I can even walk and do some small moves. I just... need to work on my landing." Maybe she just needed a confidence boost? That's why her landings always sounded so loud and hard. Muttering under breath. "Light as a feather... Light as a feather landing on water." Like that one movie she watched. Mentally picturing herself landing perfectly with little to no sound. Graceful like a ballerina.

Austria smiled. He liked a determined girl. It's one of the reasons he fell for Hungary. Come to think of it... Hungary was like this girl in the way she too was boyish. Wasn't graceful at all when she first started dancing. Her feet like lead bricks hitting the ground from a thousand foot drop. "Pfft." He accidentally let out a laugh.

Anya turned her attention to him with an almost heart breaking expression. "Are you making fun of me?" Her grey blue eyes turning straight into a slight glare.

"Not you." The man waved it off. Looking at his wife. She rolled her eyes knowing full well what he was thinking now. "Believe it or not. Elizaveta was exactly like you when she started dancing. Except her steps were a lot more powerful." They even put cracks in the ground he remembered. "Pfft." He tried to cover another laugh.

"Hey! You quit making fun of ME mister!" Said woman playfully socked his arm.

"Ow! I was just telling the truth." Rubbing the bruising area. Anya giggled at the adorable older couple. Maybe her and Ivan will be like that one day? She mused looking at her dance partner.

"So!" Anya turned Ivan. "Are we going to practice dancing together now?"

"Da." Ivan answered simply. He quite looked forward to it. Minus any toe injuries that might occur.

*Lessons With Ivan*- Time Skip~

'This isn't so bad...' Ivan wondered if he was turning into a masochist at this point. His toes were throbbing. It was amazing what strength the girl had when dancing. Or trying to... He kept his pain to himself, for the guilty looks she shot him in apology made it all forgiven.

"Again." Austria instructed. "The rhythm is 1,2,3 and 1,2,3 and 1." Waving his hand to further implicate it.

"Okay!" Anya however took it a bit slower. This time though, she made sure not to step on Ivans poor abused feet. "1,2,3 and 1,2,3..." She muttered as the couple danced making a full round with no injuries! A miracle! Ivan silently rejoiced.

Then they all switched as Ivan and Anya took the piano bench. Hungary and Austria decided to demonstrate once more for Anya seemed to learn more by visuals. She made sure to watch their graceful movements and their feet carefully.

She gasped. 'She's following his lead!' Though Hungary didn't lose any power or grace in her dance. So, one tiny trick was that she was trying to lead herself too much. It's why she was out of step so often. She was out of step with Ivan and only concentrating on her own feet and Austria's voice. Needless, to say when it was their turn to dance again it went a lot more smoothly. It was already passed dark when the first lesson was finished. They had gotten through a lot.

"Thank you so much!" Anya thanked them again for all the older couple did for her.

"Yes, my feet and I both thank you." Ivan smiled his usual smile that tended to creep the other nations out.

"Heeey. I'm sorry." The young girl pouted at him causing him to chuckle.

Hungary giggled. "It was no problem! It was lots of fun.~ Reminded me of when I was young."

"Yes, it was a delight." Austria commented. "You worked hard and it paid off. I believe Russia will be able to teach you the rest." He smiled proud of his one day student. She worked hard and will continue on her own. He just knew it.

Anya smiled at her teacher. "You and Hungary should be dance instructors!" Even if it was part-time and they had national duties.

The couple grinned. Hungarys green eyes shining with plans already brewing in her mind. "Sounds like a good idea to pass the time."

"We'd better go and catch out flight." Austria all business as usual.

"Until next time.~" They left giving them good luck. Stepping into the taxi Hungary asked, "Think they'll be alright?"

Her husband reached an arm around her and smiled. "They'll be fine."

"I agree." She hummed. They both rested in the back of the car for it had been a long day for the elderly couple.

Meanwhile, Anya and Ivan had went their separate ways to shower, change clothes, and then come back down for dinner. They were being lazy and decided to have left over stroganoff and rice. The microwave was an invention they were both very grateful for at the moment. Ivan took notice she didn't place on the stool like she normally would.

She noticed his staring at her. "What?"

"Are you okay?" He implied looking at her feet once more.

"Oh." Looking down at her feet. Thanks to the shower they hurt less, but throbbed still. "Yah, my feet just hurt a little. It'll be gone by the morning."

He nodded accepting her answer. They continued their meal and as they finished moved to the living room. They sat on the love-seat in a way cuddling while watching some drama. Anya sighed her body relaxing into his and falling asleep. Ivan noticed how tired she was. He petted her soft blonde hair and gave it a kiss.

"You did good Anastasia. You will be even better the day of your Winter Ball."

*The Day Of The Winter Palace Ball*- Time Skip~

The students from the school gathered in front of the gates. They couldn't believe it was the day! It was a cool summer night, so the weather was quite nice. Anya was especially more excited now. Her best friend Zina next to her. Her green eyes questioning why Anya was so ecstatic now. 'She must've been practicing hard for her to be so confident now.'

"I so can't wait!" Adding more evidence to her besties conclusion. "It looks so pretty with all the lights on from what we can see outside."

"It is..." Zina loved the sights too. "It's even better inside." Since, the schools have taken past field trips there before. Anya stayed absent those days though, so it was even more of a wonder why she chose to attend the ball. She looked around and noticed one of the guards at the gate. "... Dad?"

"Hm? Your dads here?" Anya looked over. "He is! Hello Mr. Dmitri!"

Zina blushed. "This is so embarrassing." Putting her hands down for her long black hair to cover her face.

"Hey!" Dmitri greeted back, but didn't say or do nothing more. He was on duty after all.

'Few...' Zina thanked the higher power that her dad decided not to do anything.

Anya then noticed the class begun to move inside. "It's time!" The girls had fun together and did silly little dances together along with other friends. Something was just missing... The reincarnated princess felt it in her heart. Anya wondered off into a closed off section where an outside balcony was. Leaning on it and looking at the stars.

She was dressed in a elegant blue strapless dress. A shiny silver lace material with small in-bedded diamonds that connected from the back of the dress to silver bracelets over her gloved arms. Modified in the skirt area to have a slit up to her knees for easier movement. "Oh that's right... I'm sixteen now. An adult." She had been so busy she had forgotten her birthday. Though she'd forgotten this year, surely Ivan wouldn't. A pang in her heart knew it couldn't be so.

"May I have this dance?" A smooth voice came from behind her. A shiver went down her spine.

It was him... Her Ivan. Dressed in a all white tuxedo. The kind with an elegant tailcoat that only men with tall legs like him could pull off. He even had his signature scarf on. "Ivan! You're here!" She jumped into arms.

He chuckled as he easily caught her and held her close. "Happy Birthday Anya. Though forgive me it is a few days late." Ivan wanted to surprise her.

Anya waved off his apology. "It's okay! I had forgotten to be honest. I can't believe you made it! Though how'd you sneak in?"

"I know this place like the back of my hand." In other words he had his ways. Right... He was Russia. She sometimes forgot that despite being with the man so much. "Now Mrs. Braginsky may I have this dance?"

Anya totally heard the "Mrs.", but just blushed. 'He's just teasing me.' "Yes, you may good sir." She took his hand and put her other on his shoulder. Luckily, the background music was slow and not the pop sounds that were on earlier.

They twirled and circled on the balcony and into the empty room that was only lit by the moon and stars. Each step perfected and moving together as they looked into each others eyes. Her grey-blues with his deep purples. Dancing to their hearts content, until Anya felt her feet about to give out. Her dear Ivan sensing it, twirled her into a dip.

"Oh... Oh my." She clung to his arms as he held her. Her face flushed, but she was extremely happy. He lifted her back up as they went to the balcony to rest.

"Anya... No. Anastasia..." Ivan hesitated. Which was rare for him to do.

She placed her gloved hands on his. "Yes?"

Ivan went on knee. He then held out a small box. She gasped and held her breath. Boldly he spoke. "You've brought me light... and life again. Died... And came back for me. No other has done so much for me before. You stayed by me and with me throughout the years even when I didn't notice. Words cannot express how grateful I am to your soul for entering my life. It would be so much an honor and privilege if you would be my wife. I love you Anya Braginsky." He opened the box to reveal a pretty ring along... with her mothers wedding ring.

Tears came out of her eyes. "Yes Ivan! So much yes!" Though she wanted those rings on her left hand. What mattered most was now she could do this... She clasped the box shut fast and jumped on him.

"Oof. Anya?" He felt elated she said yes, but his eyes questioning why she wasn't letting him place the ring on her, but he was silenced when she placed her soft glossed lips over his. He eventually closed his eyes and kissed her for all she was worth. Ivan made sure to take her breath away. The couple eventually pulled away for air. He noticed that look in her eyes. "Not here." She really was an adult now.

Nodding, she could wait for that, but she couldn't wait to kiss him again. Giving him another peck or two. Her sass came back to her eventually. "So... Mr. Braginsky are you going to put those rings on my left hand eventually?" Grinning at him.

He snorted. "Gladly, Mrs. Braginsky." He carefully placed them over her ring finger. A perfect fit. They forgot all about the ball happening around them for they were too wrapped up in each other. They sat on the ground kissing and caressing the other. Ivan proudly looked at her and the rings that said to the world she was officially his. As he was hers... For as long he lived. Even if he died. He'd still be hers. After all, she did the same for him.

~The End~