Nya! All right.....you guys have the right to kill me now. I have chosen to update this fic instead of all my other ones. XD I was just so happy that I got 4 reviews for it! YAY!

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In my news....I recently FINALLY bought this manga called 07-Ghost volumes 1 and 2 which is sooooo totally shonen-ai! lol Not really, but it certainly SEEMS that way! X3

Moving on..................

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: Violence and blood.....I think that is it.

Chapter Two- Red Square

'She lets you think that you found her first
That's how she works'

"Where have you been, young man!?"

Alfred had gotten home without anyone noticing, but he found out the next morning that apparently a guard had spotted him coming in through the window. Now, at breakfast, his brother was chewing him out.

"I just went to Red Square. It's no big deal." Alfred gave a huff and stuck his tongue out at Arthur.

"No big deal? YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KIDNAPPED!" Arthur blew up, his face turning a nasty red. Alfred couldn't help it, and let out a giggle. He looked so funny!

"This is NOT funny Alfred!" Arthur glared across the table at Alfred.

Alfred rolled his eyes and took another huge chunk out of his bagel. He quickly swallowed and then chugged down his glass of orange juice. His brother would always have a cup of tea beside his plate as well, but Alfred never liked the crap. It tasted yucky. Besides, floating plant leaves? No thank you. He made sure to make as much noise as possible while chewing and grinned in satisfaction at the annoyed look his brother got.

"Do you mind?" Arthur gritted out from behind the newspaper he was reading.

"You are my morning entertainment, Iggy!" Alfred laughed out.

"That is not my name Alfred!" Arthur slammed the paper down on the table and looked like he was about to throw his tea cup at him.

"Sorry Ig! It's just stuck ever since Kiku told me what England was called in Japan!"

When Alfred was living in England, his brother sent him to a private school where kids from other countries went. His best friend there was Kiku Honda, a pretty boy from Japan that was staying with his very young looking dad. Alfred had made friends with him when he noticed that Kiku was sitting all by himself at a lunch table. Being the awesome guy he was, he went over and sat down next to him. They instantly clicked and have been best buds ever since. Alfred wishes he was back in England.

"Ugh. You are unbearable!" Arthur flipped the paper back up and continued reading.

Alfred finished his breakfast and began toying with his checkered-red scarf around his neck.

"So.....I met a gypsy yesterday." Alfred glanced up meekly at his brother who had gone stiff.

"A what?"

"A gypsy! She was really beautiful! She did these pretty dances." Alfred remembered her purple eyes and gave a small blush. It luckily went unnoticed by his brother.

"She didn't pickpocket you, did she? You can never trust them." Arthur said coldly.

Pickpocket? Alfred was confused. His older brother got along with everyone! He was the last person who would judge someone.

"I trust her! She seemed very nice." Alfred didn't add that she was also a bit creepy, but that would make her seem bad.

"And her name is-?" Arthur replied back, an eyebrow raised.

"Uhhh...." Alfred blushed and looked at his empty plate.

"I thought so." Arthur said smugly.

"Whatever! I'm going out!"

Alfred jumped out of his chair, anger boiling in his stomach. His brother just didn't understand! He hated it here and his brother just liked to make Alfred feel worse since he hated Russia. He needed a friend! Arthur quickly flew out of his chair with an expression of fear on his face and reached a hand out.

"Wait! Where are you going? Not to that gypsy I-"

"WHAT IF I AM!?" Alfred spat out, cutting off his brother.

Alfred turned sharply on his heel and reached the kitchen door in a matter of seconds. He wrenched the door open and let it slam loudly. That would show his brother! He ran down the narrow alley in between the row houses and out in the street. He heard the front door slam open and turned to see his brother run out.

"You get back here right now Alfred F. Kirkland!"

"Fat chance!"

Alfred stuck his tongue out and then sped down the road. He was headed downtown, to Red Square.

Ivan wasn't sure what woke him up at first, just that it was painful. It took him only a second after opening his eyes to realize that a huge man stood above him holding a whip. His eyes flashed in fear when he noticed the man was wearing a uniform- a Nazi! The man gave a cruel smirk and kicked Ivan hard in the stomach. Ivan cried out and curled into a small ball.

"Look what we have here!" The man gave a laugh.

Ivan gave a shudder and suddenly fury ignited through him. He screamed and lunged up, his hand curled in a fist. The man was startled and stumbled backwards, but it didn't stop Ivan. Ivan punched the man violently in the face and the man fell down.

It seemed he was the only Nazi that had found them in the train station. The other gypsies woke up with a start and stared at the scene unfolding before their eyes. The mans eyes flashed in terror and he quickly looked about. He grinned when something behind Ivan caught his eye.

"You look like you could be a good fuck."

Ivan was slapped hard across the face and the force caused him to fall down. He quickly picked himself up and turned around and froze. The Nazi was now holding a knife to his older sisters throat.

"Iv-Ivan!" His sister choked out and tears sprang up in her eyes.

"Let go of my sister right now." Ivan pulled out his own knife that he concealed in his back pocket and he took a step forward.

"Naw, I think I will keep her for now. Then she can take a nice train ride to our lovely death camp." The man grinned and trailed one of his fingers down her cheek.

Ivan growled and glowered at the Nazi. His eyes flashed and something dark came into them. The man gave a shudder and took a shaky step back.

"Goodbye."

Ivan rushed forward and appeared behind the Nazi quick as lightning. He smacked the knife away from his sisters throat and it flew out of the mans hands and on to the floor. The Nazi let go of his sister and she quickly fled away farther down the tunnel.

Ivan was no where near finished. He slashed the knife down the mans back and he gave a shrill cry. Ivan smiled and kicked the man down on to the floor where he scrambled backwards until he hit the far tunnel wall. His eyes widened in fear and Ivan knew that the man knew death was coming. He still tried though.

"Please! Don't kill me!"

Ivan only smiled wider. He rushed over and stabbed the man through his heart. He knew how to fight...and kill very well. He was a gypsy after all.

Alfred sat on the wide gray steps that led into Red Square and stared intently out. As soon as he had got there ten minutes ago, he ran about looking for the gypsy girl, but after seeing no sign of her, he gave a sigh and sat in defeat. Unlike yesterday which was actually sunny and warm, today was cloudy and very cold. He let out a shiver and rubbed his gloved hands together.

Alfred had begun to nod off, leaning against the step walls when a girl giggled out loudly behind him.

"Over here mama! Its the gypsies!"

Alfred jolted awake and watched as a little girl in a bright blue dress led a young mother down the steps. She tugged at her mothers hand in impatience, but was smiling in joy. He was surprised to see that the Red Square was filled with people and glanced down at his watch. He had dozed for an hour! He got up and followed the girl and her mother down the stairs and out across the square. He slowed down as they reached a crowd of people surrounding a group of gypsies.

"Look mama! Doesn't she sound pretty!?"

Alfred's eyes flashed with hope but his face fell when he found it to be a different girl. She looked nearly like the girl from the other day, except she had short hair and....Alfred blushed, a huge chest! She flashed a gentle smile at the crowd then began singing.

Alfred's jaw dropped and his eyes turned to saucers. She was amazing!

'Every time i think of you

I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue

It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find

Living a life that I can't leave behind

There's no sense in telling me

The wisdom of a fool won't set you free

But that's the way that it goes

And it's what nobody knows

While every day my confusion grows

Every time I see you falling

I get down on my knees and pray

I'm waiting for that final moment

You'll say the words that I can't say

I feel fine and I feel good

I'm feeling like I never should

Whenever I get this way, I just don't know what to say

Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday

I'm not sure what this could mean

I don't think you're what you seem

I do admit to myself

That if I hurt someone else

Then I'll never see just what we're meant to be

Every time I see you falling

I get down on my knees and pray

I'm waiting for that final moment

You'll say the words that I can't say '

She finished and gave a small curtsy, The gathered crowd burst into clapping and laughs of delight. Alfred was also one of them. The group of gypsies packed up and the girl left with them. Alfred knew they had to move alot because of the Nazis. He gave a sigh of sadness since he still didn't get to see the other girl.

"Did you think she was good?" A voice whispered against his ear and neck.

Alfred screamed out in surprise and whipped around. A boy stood before him in a long black wool coat and a bright red scarf. He had wheat-colored hair. Alfred scowled in annoyance that the boy just came up behind him like that, but when he looked into the boy's eyes, his breath whooshed out.

"I'm sorry I startled you." The boy gave a small smile and tugged at his scarf.

"Your eyes....." Alfred reached a hand out to the boys face and touched the boys pale, rosy cheek.

Deep purple eyes stared back into Alfreds blue ones. They were the exact same color as the gypsy girls.

The boy chuckled out and Alfred realized his hand was still on the other boys cheek. How embarrassing! He blushed a dark red and quickly pulled his hand away.

"Yes, it is rare in America, but here in Russia, it is somewhat common." The boy stepped closer to Alfred, and soon was right in front of him.

Alfred took a step back and alarm bells went off in his head. How did he know he was American? He glanced down and noticed the boy wore no gloves. His eyes flew wide when he saw blood trailing down his hand.

"Are you hurt!?"

The boy gave a small jolt and held up his hand in front of him. He stared down at the blood with a blank expression.

"What's wrong! Did someone hurt you!?"

Alfred instantly grew worried and began un-buttoning the boys coat. He was startled when the boy suddenly clamped a hand down around Alfred's wrist.

"Don't Alfred!"

Alfred froze and stared into the boys eyes.

"What did you call me?"

TA-DAH! What did you guys think of chappy 2!? XDD I hope you liked it! It's pretty long!

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