Little Siberia

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.