Nya su! Before you kills me...I swear, will update other fics soon....I just have to focus on my college essays this Thanksgiving break! Okies....moving on.....

This new fanfiction is inspired by a song I really love. I won't tell you what it is, because you will find out through this fic! lol I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I love writing it! I will try to do more description in this story, unlike my others..... lmao

Summary: Alfred Kirkland had to follow his brother to Moscow, Russia for his job. After a boring week wandering about, he meets a mysterious gypsy who has a dangerous past. With WWII in it's most bloody years, Alfred is unknowingly dragged into a world of thieves and shadows. Russia/America

Warning: Crappy first chapter....lmao


Chapter One- Violet black stare


'Was it her face that invaded your mind?

Her kind isn't very hard to find.'

The first time Alfred laid eyes on her was on a rare warm afternoon in Moscow, Russia. His brother had come to Moscow on a business trip. His evil older brother, Arthur Kirkland, was now part of the United Nations, and ever since their parents had passed away when Alfred was eight, Arthur took care of him. When Arthur turned 23 and Alfred 14, Arthur quickly joined into the U.N. as a citizen voice for England, like their dad had been. Two months later, Alfred was unwillingly pulled to Russia.

Alfred spent most of his days touring the city while his brother worked. It made him happy since he no longer had to go to school (for the time being, Arthur assured him) but he quickly became bored since he had no one to play with. It was 1944 and Russia was in a state of panic over the Nazis. Alfred usually had his brother's guards hovering over him, but today he snuck out of the house where he was supposedly 'sleeping'.

Alfred ventured over to Red Square where people were relaxing and enjoying the sun. Performers, singers, and sellers showed off their talent or tried to sell their goods. That was when he saw them.

A group of gypsies were attracting a huge crowd. The center of the attention was a dancer. A very beautiful dancer. She had long wheat-colored hair and deep violet eyes that enchanted her audience. Bells jingled with each step she took as she twirled around. Gracefully she lifted her thin arms into the air, reaching towards the clear blue sky.

Alfred could not stop staring. Time sped up and twilight was now upon Moscow. People were packing their things and leaving, and soon it was only Alfred and the gypsy band that were in the square. The other gypsy's were already packed and now watched as the girl finished her last dance. She looked up and met Alfred's gaze.

"That was....that was something." Alfred spoke out shakily in a hushed voice. It still rang out loudly in the empty square.

The girl tilted her head sideways and gave a secretive smile. She swept her arm down, waving at a laid out wooden bowl that held a few coins and bills from the days performance.

"Oh crap! Of course!" Alfred fumbled in to his pants pockets and pulled out his wallet. He took out two 5 dollar bills and threw them into the bowl.

The gypsies violet eyes widened and she looked up at Alfred in wonder.

"You are American?"

Her voice rang out like wind chimes. Her Russian tongue fumbled over the English ones, her accent heavy. Her voice was childlike, and strangely sounded like a boys.

"Ye-yea. Well, I was born in America but grew up in England. I keep some American money on me just in case." Alfred shifted his feet and pushed his hands deep into his coat pockets. The sun was almost gone and the temperature was defiantly dropping.

The girl seemed to notice Alfred's shivering and gave a smirk.

"You like Russia?"

Alfred blushed and took his hands out of the pockets. He didn't want to seem wimpy. "Not the cold really, but it's certainly very pretty here...." Alfred gave a nervous laugh and flashed a smile.

"Well....I better get home before my brother sends out the hounds. Alfred gave a sigh and turned away from the girl.

"You will come tomorrow, da."

Alfred turned to see the girl staring at him intently. Her smile seemed out of place, it looked....demonic somehow. Alfred also noticed she didn't ask that as a question. It was a statement...like he has no choice.

"Uh....I guess I could try." Alfred backed away and watched the gypsy warily. She didn't drop her gaze.

"Wonderful." The girl smiled wide. "May I know your name?"

"I don't know...." Alfred was starting to get a bad feeling.

"Please?" The gypsy grinned. Her eyes seemed to leave Alfred frozen.

"It's Alfred." He would usually proudly state his whole name, but it was tense times, and his brother warned him every day not to let people know who they are.

The girl chuckled. "Spokoinoi nochi, little Alfred." The gypsy brought her bright red scarf up around her head and walked away, without looking back once.

Alfred gazed down Red Square blankly for a whole ten minutes before realizing he never got her name.


"You made American money?"

Ivan looked up from his bowl and stared up at a girl with chin-length hair the color of his. She looked down timidly. Ivan smiled and looked back down at the two green bills.

"Da. From a very interesting boy. He stayed through all my dances."

"Wow! That's great brother!" The girl clasped her hands together and plopped down next to him.

She gave a small cough and then showed Ivan her money she earned by her voice. No surprise to Ivan, she had earned way more than any of the other gypsies. She usually gave most of it to other gypsies, but she saved a little for herself to buy rations for her and her brother.

Ivan leaned his head against her shoulder and started to nod off. Snow began falling gently down as Ivan watched from just inside the train tunnel. They went wherever there was the most people and always had to dodge the Nazi forces that would come through Red Square at least once a week. They were out looking for young men to hurl on to a train to the horrid concentration camps. His sister suggested he dress as a girl so he wouldn't attract attention. But now he attracted more attention than he ever had dancing as a boy!

There was also another reason he dressed as a girl...but his sister didn't know.

"What was he like...?" His sister combed his hair gently with her fingers and rocked them back and forth.

Bright blue eyes more vivid than the sky and hair gold like a sunflower.

"Young, stupid looking." Ivan chuckled.

'And warm......'


Oh jeezers......O.o Yea.....Umm.....the first part I wrote on paper....and the second I made up as I wrote. lol

Do you guys like it?

Not trying to be historically accurate or anything with this story...just go with it.....lmao. Want Belarus to be in here as well? Any other characters you would like to see?

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