Yuri!!! On Ice Oneshots

Once Upon A December

Hello babes and pal!

So, after being wiped out by everything I've been forced to do today (paint, sand down, clean, etc.), I have decided to do something that relaxes me.

After I write this, of course.

This doesn't help me relax, but get me to the point of near death.

Which is also the point near complete exhaustion.

Enjoy!

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------There was a time, not very long ago, when we lived in an enchanted world of elegant palaces and grand parties. The year was nineteen hundred and sixteen and my wife, Lilia, was the Czaritsa of Imperial Russia. We were celebrating the 300th anniversary of our family's rule. And, that night, no star burned brighter than that of our sweet Victor, my youngest son. He begged me not to return to Barcelona, so I had a very special gift made for him, to make the separation easier - for both of us.

I commissioned a small music box, along with a necklace charm to wind it with. And, when I presented it to him, the brightly lit ballroom became brighter with his heart-shaped smile.

"Really? For me?" He held the little music box in his tiny hand, wound it up, and opened it as our song began to play.

"Dancing bears, painted wings, things I almost remember. And a song, someone sings, once upon a December..." The music box stopped, and I told him to look at the charm and what was engraved.

Squinting closely at the words, he mumbled out, "Together in Barcelona... Papa! Do you really mean it?!"

I nodded and hugged him tightly, thinking that it would come true.

But we would never be together in Barcelona, for a dark shadow had descended upon the house of the Nikiforovs. His name was Jean-Jaques. We thought he was a holy man, but he was a fraud, power-mad and dangerous. He placed a curse on our family, assuring that all current and future generations of the Nikiforov family would be eradicated within that very night. And, in the middle of the night, nearly everyone was.

Revolutioneers tore down my dear Lilia's statue and broke down the gates when I finally awoke. I rushed to Victor and we were nearly killed when he turned around and started to go back.

"My music box!" He called, and I raced after him.

When we reached his playroom, he grabbed the music box and I closed the door to the room when I heard the Revolutioneers break down the entrance to the palace. 

"We're trapped," I realized aloud, holding Victor close. Suddenly, the wall opened and a small Japanese boy crawled out, dirty and determined.

"Go in there and keep going down that way," he pointed. "You'll escape outside the palace walls, and you'll be safe. Go!" He urged, pushing us into the wall. What Victor hadn't realized was that the music box had fallen out of his pocket, but before he could notice, the wall's opening closed behind us. I found out later that the young Japanese servant boy who had helped us had grabbed it and been knocked unconscious, still holding the music box.

We arrived at the train station and tried to take the nearest train, but it was filling up by the moment. When I finally got on, I held Victor's hand as it started to go faster.

"Don't let go!" He cried, tears filling his eyes as his long silver hair whipped around behind him. I held his hand tightly, until he tripped and fell, crying out and falling unconscious.

"VICTOR!"

So many lives were destroyed that night. What had always been was now gone forever. And my Victor, my beloved son, I never saw him again.