UPDATE! 3

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

"ALFRED!"

Alfred jolted and whipped around to stare at someone across the square. Ivan peered around him, still pissed off, but then froze. His face drained of all color….not that he had much to begin with.

Блин!

A patrol of Nazi guards had found him out.

"We have to move now!"

Ivan grabbed Alfred's wrist and turned around and started to run, dragging the American behind him.

"What the hell man!" Alfred tried to stop, but Ivan would have none of that.

"Are they following!?"

"Are who following?" Alfred glanced behind him and let out a gasp. Nazi guards were currently racing behind the two boys, shoving whoever got in their way roughly.

"Why are they following us!?" Alfred cried out in fear. He glanced ahead at the running boy and realized he didn't even know his name.

"It's because of me. I'm sorry, but it looks like you are now involved." The boy panted back.

Alfred continued running but his feet were starting to hurt and his breathing became labored. The boy suddenly yanked him into an alleyway and stopped. Alfred bent over, grasping his knees, and tried to catch his breath. The boy paid him no attention, and Alfred looked up to see him fumbling with a small manhole.

"What are you doin-" Alfred paused when Ivan yanked the manhole cover off, and slid it to the side. "Oh no! I am not going down there! You can have fun playing in the sewer, but I'm going back home!"

Alfred turned around and began walking towards the entrance of the alley when his wrist was grabbed and he was tugged back.

"You will come with me, Дa? If you do not, then those lovely men will find you and your family and the ending will not be a happy one."

Alfred stared in numb shock at his harsh statement. The boy's violet eyes held Alfred's sky-blue ones in a strong, fierce gaze that just dared Alfred to try and leave. Alfred took a gulp and finally broke the stare, looking down at the boy's tight grip on his wrist. He didn't want Iggy to get hurt.....

"Fine." Alfred mumbled out, "I will come with you. But you better fucking have a flashlight on you!"

Ivan gave a smirk and wiped it from his face before Alfred even looked up.

"Ivan Braginski"

"What?"

"My name."

Ivan held out his hand and gave a wide smile. Alfred took it hesitantly and Ivan gripped it firmly and pulled the American into a hug.

"Gah!" Alfred pushed back away from Ivan and gave a scowl. "All right, let's go before they find us!"

Ivan chuckled and put a foot carefully on the first rung of the ladder. He gave small encouraging smile up to Alfred then proceded to climb down into the darkness. He reached the bottom and blindly reached down and grabbed one of the four flashlights he kept by the ladder. He turned it on and waited as the American slowly made his way down. Ivan giggled as curses flew from the American's mouth. Alfred finally reached the bottom and grabbed on to Ivan's scarff in a haste.

"Sorry!" Alfred pulled his hand back. "Do you have another one?"

"Het, I'm sorry." Ivan lied easily.

"I'm guessing that's a no. Damn."

Ivan watched as Alfred trembled a bit from the cold and bit his lower lip. So he was a afraid? How wonderful.

"Ca-can I hold it?" Alfred stuttered out. He held out a hand towards the flashlight and Ivan met his eyes and smirked.

"You do not know the way though, Alfred."

"Oh." Alfred's face went blank and he scowled a second later. "Just don't go running off and lave me down here alone, or I swear I will kick your ass right to the Nazi guards!"

"Of course I won't leave you." Ivan turned and began walking along the narrow brick walkway. He would never leave him.

Not two minutes had gone by before Ivan heard Alfred trip and cry out. He let out another cuss word. Ivan halted and turned around. He directed the light at Alfred and when he found his hand, he reached over with his free hand and took it.

"So you don't trip, how about we walk side by side?" Alfred stared at their clasped hands and then looked over to the small river of dirty water and back at Ivan. Ivan realized what his worried expression was asking.

"It's not that narrow. If it makes you feel better, I will take the side close to the water so if one of us trips again, it won't be you going into the sewage."

Alfred gave a nod and they both continued their silent walk. Ivan waited for Alfred to crack the silence.

"Sooo...."

Ivan smiled wider.

"Any reason why those bastards are after you in particular?"

Ivan scrunched his eyebrows together and bit his lip. Should he tell the truth or create another easy lie? After all, where he was taking the American was the base of his secret so it would be a bit difficult to lie. Hmmm....

"Ivan?" Alfred squeezed his hand and peered around to stare into his conflicted eyes. Alfred's face mirrored his own and Ivan's breath caught as he gazed back into the American's beautiful, honest eyes.

He decided right then to tell him the truth. Well, half of it anyways. Would he expose his most deadly secret to this boy? He feared now that the Germans had caught Alfred's profile, in due time, he would.

Next time: THE TRUTH COMES OUT! Well.....just what Ivan want's to tell Al. XD

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