The first thing I saw was my mother, her large sapphire eyes the color of the deep ocean staring at me curiously and excitedly. She was a beautiful young woman in her twenties, fair-skinned with curly blonde hair. With this appearance, at least I think in this life, I will be handsome, i burst into laughter at the thought, and my mother became immediately thrilled, thinking it was for her, i guess I'll also be mama's little darling.
While being breastfed and pampered, I noticed two things. The first was the language they were speaking—a strange language, probably from Eastern Europe, the second was the time period; it was definitely in the past, How do I know? It's simple. We were in a room that resembled the Victorian era, and there were many women bustling about, like headless chickens. They were all wearing those old-fashioned dresses, and there was no sign of a doctor or a surgery room anywhere in sight.
When I met my father, I was startled. The guy was a giant, rough-looking compared to those beautiful maids. He had a simple appearance, tall with blue eyes and dark blond hair.
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My time as a baby was simple; I managed to learn a lot about my surroundings. First, we are indeed in the past. When they started teaching me to speak, I began to learn Russian. Yes, I am in Russia, specifically in Tsarist Russia. My name now is Alexander Nikolaevich Romanov. My father's name is Nicholas Pavlovich Romanov, and my mother is Alexandra Feodorovna. She was German or, in this time, Prussian.
Life remained peaceful and good, of course, there wasn't much to do when you're just a baby, especially in this time. I calmed my restless mind by learning a new language, which became easier when it was the only interesting thing I could do. The months passed quickly when you're constantly occupied. I decided to organize my knowledge about Russia and the Victorian period itself. It wasn't much, only the most important aspects, considering that before this, I was just a regular university student back in Brazil.
My time with my parents was quite long, mainly because my father hadn't even been considered as the successor to the current Tsar, his brother Alexander I, who had not produced any male heirs. The young couple loved each other deeply, and their relationship was affectionate, perhaps that's why my father didn't have any mistresses in history, unlike my counterpart who was quite famous for being a womanizer, even managing to have Queen Victoria of Britain on his conquest list. The months passed quickly, and my mother was already pregnant again when I was over a year old. My new little sister was born, and she was adorable, whenever we were together in the same crib, I showered her with affection, and my mother loved my playful antics.