Hello everyone! I wrote a new story that I've been thinking about for awhile, and I know I haven't updated SNTIR, but I will. I've already started on the next chapter! I'd like to thanks Avi for editing this, and giving this story a title & chapter name

Enjoy~

oOo

Chapter 1: Thieves in the Limelight

Alfred knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn't back out now. It was too late for that. All he could do was hope that nothing went wrong, or he'd be in some real deep shit. He internally groaned as he casually (well, as casually as one could in this situation) walked over to the taller man walking in front of him. The man was about 6'4", platinum blond hair, well built. Speeding up his pace, really wanting to just turn around and forget this whole idea, the American was almost beside the man when he ran into him.

Carefully slipping his hand into his jacket pocket, fishing around for his wallet, the blond grinned in success to himself. Found it! Slipping his hand back out, the wallet in his pocket, the blond internally let out a sigh of relief. Murmuring a quick apology, he briskly walked away. His friend Gilbert was waiting for him, of course, in the alley; in turn, the albino approached him. "Did you get it?" he asked, excitement filling his words, to which Alfred nodded. Finally, taking out the wallet, and placed it in the eagerly awaiting hands of his albino friend, he sighed lightly. "Let's see how much you scored, then."

Gilbert excitedly opened the wallet, face drained of what little color he had. Seeing this he started to panic, blue eyes scanned a pale face. "What's wrong, dude?" With worry heavily lacing his voice, Alfred stared seriously at his friend.

In turn, the German threw the wallet as far away from them as he could. "Do you know whose wallet that was?!" Alfred shook my head. Of course he didn't know the man of whom he just pickpocketed. "That man is Ivan Braginski, the head of the Russian mafia!"

"What?!" Blue eyes wyes wide at the sudden realization, Alfred gulped. He'd just stolen the wallet of a man who could have him killed, along with his family; if he found out he was the one who took his wallet, what would he do? He'd be doomed.

"Let's just go home and forget about all this. Later, Alfred." Gilbert made his way away from the alley, deciding to run home. However, Alfred stood there a bit longer before following his friend's lead, thus starting his walk home. Walking home, he didn't pay attention to a pair of violet eyes staring at him.

The last thing Ivan figured would happen on a beautiful day was to have a stunning 17-year-old mutter he was sorry, take his wallet, and leave, all after bumping into him. He'd been too distracted by the young man himself to even notice, even if he had studied what he was doing in his pocket. Watching the boy go into an alley was perhaps the strangest sensation… His wallet was gone, but he didn't much care at the time. It was the call to one of his men that ruined his moment to idolize the 5'11" blond.

"Алло," a gruff voice answered.

"Встретимся сейчас."

"Да, сэр," the voice answered.

Hanging up, watching the entrance to the alleyway, the Russian sighed. Not a minute or two later, a black SUV pulled up, and one of his men got out. Opening the door, Ivan got in. Watching a teen ran out of the alley, one with platinum blonde hair, pale skin, and crimson red eyes, Ivan shook his head softly. Must be the other boy's friend, given the boy looked to be about the same age as the one who took his wallet. As the boy ran past the SUV, the boy of interest made his appearance. Telling the man who brought the can to follow the thief at a distance, the SUV and both men inside it arrived at a two-story house.

The house itself was nice, a classic, white picket fence and a well-kept yard, something to be had there as it was. As the boy knocked on the door to the front of the house, a similarly-aged boy opened the door and closed it after the pick-pocket went inside. But Ivan couldn't stay there forever, soon enough he told the driver, the man he had called for the car, to leave, go to the place he was currently calling home. His wallet would be found by his men accordingly in the alley, where he guessed it could be, that or with the albino teenager.

That night all he could think about was the teenager with perfectly tanned skin, honey blond hair, and eyes so blue the sky would be jealous. He wanted him. He wanted to see him, he wanted to touch him. Ivan wanted to make him laugh, to make him smile… To make him happy. He wanted him to be his, the one study on him was enough. That night, he decided the tanned, blond teenager would be his.

Morning arrived soon enough, and for Alfred, the next morning was school, something the blond groaned about to himself. The events of yesterday flooded back into his mind, unavoidable as that had been; therefore, he had decided to forget about yesterday's events and get dressed for school. By the time he was finished, he looked to the clock and inwardly groaned. It read 7:45, and, in realization, he cursed to himself for getting up so late, fleeing down the stairs and out the door.

Once again, he was late for school, and so, walking into the classroom, noticing that his normal teacher wasn't there, he made the walk to my desk in the back. Luckily, he sat beside Gilbert. He was flirting with his brother, Matthew. What Alfred could never tell was if Mattie liked Gilbert back as Gilbert liked him. "Gilbert, quit flirting with Mattie."

The albino stopped talking to the similar blond almost immediately, turning towards Alfred with a smirk on his lips. "Late again I see?" he teased.

Without any grace, Alfred sat down in his seat, throwing his bag on the desk. "Where's the teacher at?"

"She got into a car accident, so we'll be having a substitute for a while." Gilbert replied.

Mentally cheered to himself, Alfred sighed in content; he wouldn't have to see her today, tomorrow, or any other day for a while at that! What a bonus. Generally everyone was talking and hanging out around the classroom until they were interrupted by the door opening. A man stepped inside, a huge man. Alfred's blue eyes widened as he saw who the man was, watching the tall man closed the door, making his way to the teacher's desk. Quickly looking over to Gilbert, seeing he had the same reaction as he did, Alfred gulped nervously. This was it, they were in for it now.

The man standing before the class was none other than Ivan Braginski; murmurs broke out though the classroom at everyone's realization of the man standing before them. Everyone quieted down as he cleared his throat. "Hello, class, my name is Mr. Braginski. Starting today, I will be your substitute teacher." His voice was laced in a heavy Russian accent… How could this man be their substitute teacher? He was the head of the Russian mafia, for goodness sake! Alfred, meanwhile, shrunk back in his seat, placing his bag in front of his face hoping that he wouldn't recognize me. Gilbert, Alfred noticed out of the corner of his eye, was doing the same thing.

"I shall now take attendance; if you're here say 'here' loudly so I can hear you," Ivan told the class, began to take attendance. After a few names he finally called out: "Gilbert Beilschmidt." Ivan looked up from the roll sheet when he received no reply, just as Alfred turned his head towards Gilbert. "Say something," he whispered.

"No, if I do that, then he'll know my name!" Gilbert shouted quietly. Ivan chuckled under his breath, continuing with attendance. When he got to Alfred's name, said American stayed quiet. Other students in the classroom turn their heads towards the two in the back curiously, confused faces adorning their classmates while they wondered the same thing. Why were they staying so quiet, when normally they were the loudest of the entire class?

Ivan's eyes flick towards them, equally curious. Ivan, no, it was Mr. Braginski, started class, but the aforementioned quiet teenagers couldn't focus. Too nervous that he was here, because he found out they stole his wallet, it made Alfred wish he hadn't gone through with the dare. If he hadn't done it, this never would have happened. Mercilessly, the next hour went by incredibly slowly. Finally, after the sound of the bell ending class, Alfred sighed in relief. Before either boy could leave, their new substitute spoke up. "Would you two boys please stay behind? I have to speak with you."

The German and the American looked at each other worriedly, sitting back down. Everyone left the room he stood back up, and made his way towards us. "You were both the only ones who didn't say 'here' when I called out names for attendance." Alfred looked down at his lap and fiddled with his hands. Looking between the two, Ivan continued. His voice was more authority than either ever heard before. "Both of you will tell me your names, да?" In many ways, it terrified them to disobey, lest something bad happen to them 'accidentally.'

Gilbert was the first of us to speak. "My name is Gilbert Beilschmidt," he muttered, trying to be hardly heard on purpose. Ivan nodded his head, going back to the desk to adjust the attendance sheet. Alfred's name was the only one on there that hadn't been claimed.

"Alfred Jones," the American also mumbled. Just for a second, Ivan's lips twitch into a quick smirk, disappearing soon as it came to settle on his face. Finished with the roll sheet, the Russian walked back to them as if nothing had happened.

"You may leave, but I expect to see you both here after school for detention." He replied, almost cheerfully, turning around and sitting back behind the desk. Picking up their bags, the students left the classroom.

Already, they were late to their next class, meaning there didn't hurry. "Hey, do you think he knows it's us that took his wallet, Gil?" Alfred asked, casually enough.

"Shhhh!" he pressed a finger to his lips. "I thought we both agreed to forget that!" Gilbert exclaimed quietly. For a moment, Alfred watched as Gilbert looked around the hallway, making sure no one was around to hear them.

"Let's just get to class," Alfred mumbled.

The day went by pretty fast, faster than he would've liked. Normally, he would have enjoyed that, but not when one had to see Mr. Braginski after school for half hour in detention. At least Gilbert would be there, he figured. The final bell ringing signaled to everyone school was over; students shuffled out the building fast as possible, whereas Alfred made my way to detention. When he arrived, Gilbert already sitting at his desk. Hesitantly, Alfred made his way over to his friend, sitting down in his seat.

Ivan looked up with an almost bored sigh. "Detention starts now, both of you are to remain quite or you will receive detention for tomorrow as well." Laying his head down on the desk, Alfred closed his eyes idly. Might as well sleep for the next half hour, right? There was nothing else to do. Gilbert was wiggling in his seat impatiently, having never been good at staying quiet or still for more than five seconds. Nudging him, to silently tell him to stop moving, Alfred only hoped he could get some sleep. Again closing his eyes, he fell asleep.

When he woke up again, there were ten minutes left of detention. Yawning and stretching his arms above my head, the blond looked over to see Gilbert slumped in his seat, apparently sleeping. Gilbert's head was hanging back, drool dripping out one side of his mouth. Looked over at Ivan, he saw he was working on paperwork. After sitting quietly for the next eight minutes, he looked back to the clock and noticed there were, finally, two minutes left. Nudging Gilbert to try to wake him up, Alfred huffed.

He didn't budge. Again nudged him, only with more strength the second time. The German shifted in his seat, face turning into an annoyed expression; nudging him once again, not expecting him to punch my arm, I yelped and fell out of my chair. A chair scraped against the floor in the front of the room, footsteps making their way toward me. Instant as it was, Alfred knew what was coming, and what it wasn't pleasant.

"Alfred, I'll be seeing you tomorrow after school, да."

With a groan, Alfred lay back on the floor. Really, just his luck. Deciding not to come to school tomorrow, inwardly, the two boys packed up their things, leaving the classroom. At Gilbert's house, the American waved goodbye and continued his walk home. On his way home, he thought about how to get his parents to let him stay home tomorrow. Maybe Mattie could convince them? Someone was watching him, he realized after a moment of looking around, not showing themselves. With a frown, he sped up his walk home.

True to his word Alfred didn't go to school the next day, he'd told his mother he was sick, and couldn't go to school. Of course she knew her son was faking it, but, as she was running late for work, with no time to argue with her son, she let him stay home. Alfred watched his mother's car pull out of the driveway with his brother sitting in the passenger seat, a sigh in relief his idea worked. Soon as they were put of sight, he powered on the television & PS4 to play some video games.

Ivan, much to Alfred's unknown dismay, noticed Alfred wasn't there, wondering instead where his little sunflower was. He had given the boy a nickname, but for good reason and a decent explanation. Ivan loved sunflowers, and Alfred's hair reminded him of them, in which he thought the name was fitting. Class went on, but he didn't really care since his sunflower wasn't there. Giving the class a word search, Ivan let them have at it. He could care less if they actually worked on it, or just chatted with friends.

Taking out his phone, the Russian texted one of his men; more specifically, the man from a few days ago. He told him to 'pick up some sunflowers.' Ivan grinned at this knowing his precious sunflower would be back at his apartment when he got home. In all honesty, he really didn't care what happened the rest of the day, and, as the day went by, and his classes started and ended, all he could think about was Alfred. What he would do to that boy. What he wanted to do to that boy.

Ivan pictured the teenager writing underneath him, naked and moaning loudly, as he pounded into his perfectly tanned, round arse. How he would scream for Ivan to go faster & harder. He licked his lips at the thought, and during this, Ivan was spaced out the entire time; so much, that by the final bell of the day, he didn't hear the bell ring. A ringing from his pocket woke him from his daydream, shortly after the bell itself; "Алла?" he sleepily answered.

"есть мальчику, the familiar gruff voice of one of his man answered. Ivan's lips contorted into a grin. He let out a small noise for a reply, and hung up the phone as he quickly gathered his stuff, practically running to his car. As he drove speedily home, all he could think about was his beautiful sunflower, his perfect Alfred. Soon as he arrived at his apartment building, he quickly parked his car, making his way towards the elevator. When he got to his apartment door, one of his men was standing outside waiting for him to return.

Ivan picked up his pace, and when the man noticed him, he opened the door to let his boss in. As soon as he entered, the man followed, locking the door. The Russian gave his things to the man as he navigated himself to his bedroom. When he opened the door to his room, he saw the boy sleeping in the Middleton his king-sized bed. Ivan stopped halfway to the bed, not wanting to wake the boy; he watched from a distance as Alfred's chest slowly rose and fell. After he watched for just a bit longer, turning around, he softly closed the door.

He found one of his men in the living room glancing out the window every now and again. Ivan called him over. "We are going back to Russia, and we are taking the boy with us. Get everything ready. I want to leave by tomorrow morning." The man nodded, and headed off to follow out the orders he was given. By the day after tomorrow, his sunflower would be in Russia. Ivan smiled at this thought, and headed back to his bedroom to wake up the boy to let him know what was going on.

oOo

A/N: Thanks for reading! Hope y'all liked it.

"Алло,": Hello

"Встретимся сейчас.": Pick Me Up

"Да, сэр,": Yes, Sir

"есть мальчику: We have the Sunflowers/Boy

Sorry if the translations aren't 100%, used Google Translate since my Russian isn't very good yet.

Jay~