Welcome back to another update of CIWS!

As always, much thanks to Usagi323 for co-writing this with me. A lovely RP partner, if I do say so myself. :)

In this chapter, Alfred and Ivan manage to snag some alone time, things happen and hormones fly out of control, and...someone is watching them from the shadows? Who could it be?


The others were waiting at a local park inside the city. It seemed like a relatively safe and inconspicuous place to hide, so they had decided to wait on Ivan and Alfred there. Whenever Feliciano spotted the duo approaching, he pointed his finger, exclaiming. "Ve~! They're back! Alfred!"

Giving the loud Italian a small pinch, Ludwig ignored the small pinprick of guilt whenever he saw the small expression of pain on Feliciano's face. "Not so loud! We don't need to be drawing attention to ourselves." He turned his attention to Ivan, noticing the rather full looking bags in his arms. "I see things went smoothly, ja?"

"Da. We did not find any trouble along the way." He'd keep his creeping suspicions to himself. Paranoia was nothing to get the whole group flustered over. "Ahh, that reminds me. I need to speak to Kiku about something. We need to get him to hack our track tickets for us."

Yao piped in, "We saw a cyber cafe on the way here, aru." Just then they heard familiar shouts as Francis and Arthur made their way to the park as well.

"Well I thought we were meeting in front of the Saint Basil Cathedral you frog!" Arthur yelled cattily when Francis apparently questioned his sense of direction. They continued to squabble. At some point the argument morphed into who used up the last of the tooth paste four months ago at camp. People were staring at the foreigners whom were arguing.

Alfred snorted and nudged Ivan with his elbow. "And you thought I'd bring unwanted attention to us." He smiled up at Ivan.

The tall Russian sighed, resisting the urge to face-palm. Luckily, Ludwig was able to convey what he was feeling. "You two, quiet down! You're drawing attention to us…"

Francis and Arthur both turned to meet Ludwig's glare with one of their own. "Keep out!" They both exclaimed at the same time. Ivan heard Alfred burst into a fit of giggles and couldn't help but smile faintly at the kooky situation in front of them. Kiku stood up from the bench he was sitting at, hoisting his bag up as he began walking away; most likely on his way to the cyber café he and Yao had seen earlier. The Chinese man was quick to follow suit, catching up with his younger "sibling".

Francis and Arthur continued their almost marital like bickering, albeit in angry whispers this time. Ludwig was quickly dragged off into the park by Feliciano as the energetic Italian babbled on and on about pasta. That left Ivan and Alfred to themselves once again. Not knowing what to say, Ivan merely flashed Alfred one of his favorite smiles.

Alfred's face heated up a bit at the look he was getting. He'd started to relax a bit more after the feeling of being watched disappeared. "Soooo, while we wait for Kiku and Yao, it appears we can do our own thing. Care to show me around?" He smiled and tilted his head toward the street. Francis and Arthur's argument seemed to be heating up and would soon turn into a heated make out session, if Alfred knew his friends' habits. He really didn't want to watch his brother figure suck face with Francis. If they joined Feliciano and Ludwig, he couldn't help but feel they'd be like third wheels. Besides, it would sort of be like a date. Only they're on the run and can't really do anything that would draw attention to themselves.

"Ahh…sure…why not?" Ivan replied a little surprised. He racked his mind for interesting places in Moscow they could visit. He hadn't been here since his early childhood and it was quite hard to remember the geography of the city. Just then a familiar place struck his mind. "We could visit Saint Basil's Cathedral. It is a very beautiful work of architecture." He remembered the towering cathedral as a child, the way the globe like tops reminded him of Christmas ornaments. He wondered if Alfred would make the same connection. After all, he was a child in a man's body.

Alfred racked his brain. That name sounded familiar...then he snapped his fingers when he got it. "Oh! You mean the castle looking thing with colorful onion shaped Christmas ornament tops?" He said, using his arms and hands to make like a triangular roof on his head. His face then lit up in excitement when the Russian gave him an amused smile and nodded. "Ooooh~! Let's go!" He then grabbed Ivan's hand and tugged him out of the park like an excited child trying to get his parent to move faster. "Hey, we have extra money, right? Can we get McDonalds afterward? It's cheap and I haven't had any in ages!" He looked back happily at Ivan, a giant grin on his face and eyes sparkling with the setting sun behind them.

Blinking and staring blankly, and then sighing, Ivan gave into Alfred's demands. "That is fine, I suppose." He replaced Alfred's lead with his own, pulling the blonde in another direction. "Anyway, you were going in the opposite direction of the cathedral. It's this way." At least he remembered it being this way. His childhood memories were fuzzy. "I also thought the tops looked like Christmas ornaments. It is funny how we both made that connection."

Alfred's grin turned sheepish, "I totally knew that dude! I was just...uh, testing you!" He laughed weakly, but let himself be led by the Russian. At Ivan's comment on the Christmas ornament comparison, he mused, "Well I guess great minds think alike."

Through his constant babbling as they made their way to the cathedral, he would glance up at Ivan through the corner of his eyes. He found the Russian absolutely beautiful, his violet eyes matched the purple in the sky as the sun set. His hair glowed in the sun's light and the soft smile Ivan had on his face while as he listened to Alfred talk made his heart flutter. Alfred wanted to capture this moment forever, how carefree it was, how free it was, even with the shadow of foreboding he felt.

Ivan caught Alfred's stare, his smile unwavering. "Do you see something that you like?" There was a small underlying hint of teasing to his voice. They had stopped walking, the cathedral now in sight, but mostly forgotten for the moment. Ivan watched as his words sank into Alfred and subconsciously ran a tongue over his pale lips whenever he saw the smaller blonde shiver.

Alfred shivered at the underlining meaning of Ivan's words. He was slightly embarrassed at being caught staring. He figured, though, two could play at that game. He blushed lightly and gave him a coy smirk. "Hmm, maybe. What's it to ya?" He didn't actually believe Ivan would kiss him in public, it was asking for unwanted attention.

His usually soft smile morphing into a smirk of his own, he reached out for Alfred's hand, grasping it tightly. Without warning, he began tugging the blonde alongside him. Alfred stumbled almost all the way there, but thankfully didn't fall. With all the haste and impatience of a teenager, he pressed the blonde against the shaded wall of a building, connecting their lips in a hard kiss. A surprised and almost pleasant sigh escaped from Alfred, his sweet breath fanning along Ivan's lips. "You asked for this." He whispered slowly, hands pinning Alfred's wrists on either side of his head.

Well, this was unexpected and took Alfred by surprise. That didn't mean it wasn't unpleasant though, and if Ivan thought he'd play the bashful maiden and let himself be dominated, he had another thing coming. His blue eyes narrowed as he smirked back at the Russian, "The Hero didn't ask, he demanded." He freed one wrist from Ivan's grip, tangled his hand in his hair, and tugged lightly. He returned the hard kiss, licking and nibbling on Ivan's lower lip.

What they didn't notice, being too lost in each other, was a pair of infuriated and cold ice blue eyes staring at them from the crowd of people. A small but threatening growl emitted from clenched teeth and dark thoughts clouded the aging man's mind. They would pay for this, the General promised as he disappeared in an opposite alleyway's shadows.

Too caught up in the moment and the undeniable heat starting to pool in his lower abdomen, Ivan soon found his hands diving under Alfred's shirt. His cool fingers ran across the expanse of his sun kissed skin, loving the tremors under his fingertips whenever Alfred would gasp from the cold. His teeth nibbled playfully at the blonde's lower lip, appreciating the small sighs and gasps he received.

Alfred shivered as the cool summer air and Ivan's calloused hands ran over his chest. He gasped and hummed at Ivan's playful nibbling, and melded their lips together, suckling on Ivan's tongue. He felt a pleased hum vibrate from Ivan through their joined lips, sending another pleasurable shudder through Alfred. When they parted for breath, he felt Ivan trail sloppy kisses down his jaw and neck, causing Alfred to produce a sound that was a mix between a moan and giggle. He trailed both his now free hands up his back and under his scarf, kneading his scarred neck.

Ivan's reaction was instantaneous. He whimpered lowly at the feel of soft fingers teasing and touching his sensitive neck. Alfred had accidentally discovered the sensitive patch of skin earlier on in their friendship, and he hadn't touched it since. But now he was utilizing it to his advantage, threatening to turn Ivan into a pile of mush in his arms. It wasn't long until Ivan felt a soft, warm mouth descend onto his neck, a wet, warm tongue trailing along the length of his pale scars. His knees trembled, threatening to knock together and give out on him. He couldn't stop himself from begging. "A-Alfred...п-пожалуйста..."

Alfred felt heat pool within his own lower regions at Ivan's whimper. He slowly licked and kissed all the scars he could reach. As Ivan plead, he paused and smirked slightly. He trailed kisses up his neck and nibbled on his ear lobe. "Please what, Vanya~" He purred, blowing lightly on his ear.

"Ahnn...I...I..." Ivan couldn't seem to find the rights word, his voice faltering and shaking as Alfred continued his unfair assault. Groaning, his voice low and gritty, he gripped the blonde's hips none too gently and lifted him against the side of the building. Whenever he felt Alfred's legs wrap around him and squeeze, he let out a guttural moan, voice rough with lust. Grinding up into the smaller man, he whispered out breathlessly, "Mmm, da~"

Alfred yelped at the sudden change in position. He tightened his hold on Ivan's waist with his legs, and wrapped his arms around the neck he was just ravishing, Ivan's scarf just barely hanging on to his shoulders. His jeans became extremely tight as pleasure ran through him with every grind into his ass. "I-Ivan..." He panted out as his head bent forward almost to the point of resting his forehead on the top of Ivan's head. He could smell the scent of snow and fire embers waiving off his hair, a low groan rumbled through him as he grounded down on Ivan as best as he could from his position. They both soon found a rhythm.

It may have not been sex, but fuck, it felt good. There was always something about raw friction that was always so compelling, and Ivan loved it. Grinding up into Alfred's ass and feeling his soft bottom rub against his cock through his clothing was almost too much. To top it off, Alfred was literally a pile of mush in his arms, breath hot against his hair and arms threatening to crush his sternum. Hot, breathy moans resonated around him, the soft, keening noises flooding his ears. He faintly made out a messy string of "please", the nimble legs squeezing him harder and the blonde rocking against him violently. Freeing one hand from its position under Alfred's leg, he reached between them and began palming the evident bulge in Alfred's pant, appreciating the surprised yelp it earned him and the strained whimpers and moans afterwards.

The palming on his straining cock was just about all Alfred could take. This was so much different from when the General would use Alfred. The main difference was just that word; the General used him. Ivan was not only trying to pleasure himself, but also Alfred. There was a feeling of passion and need here, while with him there was only pain and cold hatred. There was another important thing. Alfred felt safe with Ivan and knew that if he asked Ivan to stop, he would. Soon he felt the hot coil in stomach snap and he came with a cry, "IVAN!"

The blonde arched his back against the wall into Ivan's touch, body seizing up in a fit of trembles. Ivan's name was so loud in his ears, it was almost deafening. With a sly smile, he pressed his lips just under Alfred's ear, whispering. "My, my…so sensitive…" He honestly didn't think he could make the blonde come like that, but it was a pleasant surprise. Seeing as Alfred was already spent, he eased to him back down to the ground, careful to keep his arms wrapped around him. His cock still throbbed painfully, wanting release from all the build-up, but he wouldn't force Alfred to continue. They both knew how that felt…being pushed past their boundaries…Ivan shivered involuntarily at the memory. His memories of it may have been old, but Alfred's were still fresh in his mind.

The dampness now in his pants was a bit uncomfortable and if he didn't change he would probably start chafing, but that didn't matter as Alfred came down from his high. When he cuddled into Ivan's hold in the afterglow of his orgasm, he felt something poke him. He looked down and noticed Ivan still had a raging hard on. Frowning he asked, "What about you Ivan?"

"Ah," Ivan was hoping that Alfred would pay no mind in his post-orgasmic bliss, but apparently he had still noticed. He knew how Alfred could be, always wanting to be fair to Ivan. Always wanting to pay back favors. He didn't want it to be that way, though. It wasn't supposed to be about repaying favors between them, it was supposed to be about worrying whether or not the other enjoyed it. "I will be fine, it is nothing." The sun was already starting to set in the sky, and soon it would be a couple degrees colder. That would definitely help with his 'problem'. Whenever he noticed Alfred still sending him that look, he tacked on quickly. "Please Alfred, you do not have to do anything for me."

Alfred frowned more. He wanted Ivan to feel good, too. He also looked at Ivan's problem and felt himself lick his lips. He'd admit that he had a bit of an oral fixation. Of course he didn't enjoy it with the General for reasons previous. He eyed Ivan and smiled, "Let me help you!"

"Alfred, p-please…" Ivan weakly protested, already feeling Alfred's fingers on his fly. They slowly unzipped his pants, almost teasingly, until he felt some of the pressure on his hard cock being relieved. He opened his mouth to protest again, but was unable to force out anymore words of protest. Alfred was already on his knees, his hand wrapping around Ivan's straining member. Whenever he felt the cold air on his now free cock, he shuddered, realizing that there was no stopping this. He had to admit, though, Alfred looked absolutely astonishing the way he was on his knees, his dark lashes drooping to touch his cheeks and his tongue poking out playfully.

Alfred's hooded eyes sized up Ivan's member. He was definitely bigger then Winter. Not by much, but still bigger. He first gave a tentative lick from base to his tip, enjoying the shudder and strained moan he received from the Russian. He slowly swirled his tongue around the tip, collecting the precum and going down. He placed his hands on Ivan's hips, pinching them a bit teasingly. He wanted to give Ivan a blow job. He didn't however want his throat fucked because that would have brought up too many painful memories.

As he took all he could without gagging, which was a lot, he peeled one hand off Ivan's hip and pumped the rest as he alternated licking and sucking Ivan's cock.

Bringing a hand to his mouth, Ivan quickly bit down into it to try and stifle his moans. Alfred's mouth, his tongue…dear god, his tongue, it was fucking amazing. The blonde had taken in a little over half his cock, his tongue lapping and caressing the underside while his jaws hollowed and sucked at a delicious pace. Suddenly finding himself in need of support, Ivan rested most of his weight against the building, one of his hands going into Alfred's hair. He gently grabbed a handful of those golden locks, tugging slightly as his cock was teased with Alfred's mouth. "A-Ahhhnn….nngh, F-Fredka…ебать..." Although he was sure Alfred wouldn't catch the meaning of the word, Ivan still blushed brightly as he let it slip out. He rarely ever used strong language, especially that word. Losing himself in the pleasure that threatened to knock him off his feet, Ivan involuntarily bucked forward, feeling the blonde choke a bit and sputter. A look of horror crossed his violet eyes. He looked down immediately and began spewing a string of apologies. How could he have done that? He knew Alfred didn't need something like that to happen…

Alfred would admit the little buck had taken him by surprise and he had to push hard to keep the flash backs at bay, but after a few seconds of sputtering he regained his composure. He was touched as Ivan apologized profusely, like he had done the worst thing imaginable. He wrapped his arms around his waist and nuzzled his lower abdomen. The hair there made tickled his nose as he nuzzled and kissed Ivan just below the stomach. He cooed, trying to calm down the Russian. "Shhh, Vanya it's alright. You didn't do it on purpose. It was only a little buck and took me by surprise. I'm alright."

Blushing hotly, but still not entirely reconciled by Alfred's reassurances, Ivan merely mumbled. "You can stop now if you want." He couldn't imagine how Alfred would want to continue after having someone literally shove their cock down his throat.

Alfred shook his head and teasingly blew cool air on his cock, enjoying the sharp intake of breath Ivan took. He then kissed Ivan's pelvis, and hummed. "Nope, I want to make you feel good Vanya. I'm a tough guy and I can handle a little buck." He then moved back over his cock and gave the tip a kiss before taking it back in his mouth. He hollowed his cheeks and once again alternated between sucking and licking. He heard Ivan begin moaning lowly, Ivan's cool fingers threading back into his hair and tugging lightly, causing Alfred to hum around his member in pleasure. A couple minutes later he heard Ivan suck in a breath and he panted out, "A-Alfred, going t-to cum..." Alfred nodded and sucked harder. He heard Ivan curse again in his fucking sexy language. Alfred's mouth was then filled with hot and thick cum. He swallowed, already used to it. He then pulled off and buttoned Ivan's pants. Cuddling up to the Russian, he smiled as Ivan wrapped his arms around his waist. He gave a soft kiss to Ivan's jaw, then his neck, wrapping Ivan's precious scarf back around it. Nuzzling Ivan's scarfed neck, he sighed out. "I love you Vanya."

"Я тоже тебя люблю." Grimacing quickly after the words left Ivan's lips, he added on. "No…I should not say it like that." Clearing his throat, he spoke with a sweet and even voice. "I love you, too, Alfred." Appreciating the small giggle he drew from the blonde, Ivan bet down and lightly pecked Alfred's lips with his own. "We should be hurrying back, da? Unless you would still like to eat at McDonalds?" The name of the restaurant sounded extremely foreign on Ivan's tongue, so his pronunciation of it was a bit stiff. This time, Alfred all out laughed, not doing much to conceal his amusement. Ivan frowned bashfully, cheeks turning a deep pink.

Alfred leans up and kisses Ivan's blushing cheeks. "Your accent is cute Ivan, and though I appreciate you saying it in English...Russian is just fine! Besides you sound sexy speaking Russian~" Alfred winked and took Ivan's hand, leading him out of the alley way. "And as much as I wanted to get something from there, I don't want to have to explain my...questionable stain in my pants. It'll suck enough to explain it to everyone else in our group, especially Artie." He moaned dramatically. And thus they headed back to the park, walking hand in hand through the brisk air and shining city lights.

By the time they had made it back, everyone else was already regrouped, save for Yao and Kiku who were most likely about to be finished. Ivan walked in front of Alfred, the other's hands gripping the back of his coat as if he were a child trying to hide behind his mother. Sighing, but wanting to make Alfred feel better, Ivan spoke in a quiet voice. "You know, I am sure that Arthur and Francis are no more innocent than we are. In fact, I think they may be much worse."

Alfred whined back, "Oh trust me dude, I know they've done worse. But they don't have the evidence soaked through their pants. They'll either know what we did or think I pissed myself!" And heroes DON'T pee themselves, Alfred reasoned, so his only option would be to cough up to it. "Though I'd be more worried about you Ivan. Artie will probably tear ya a new one...or at least nag you to death about taking advantage of me, or something. Sometimes I swear he was a mother hen in a past life." He huffed out, being his over dramatic self. Alfred hoped it was dark enough that the stain wasn't SO noticeable. Despite his current griping Alfred knew if the same situation presented itself again, he'd still jump the Russian in a heartbeat.

Wincing, Ivan grimaced slightly. Alfred wasn't the most graceful person whenever it came to words. Actually, he spoke rather bluntly, and sometimes it was hard to soak in. However, seeing the blonde's predicament, Ivan thought of ways to put Alfred's mind at ease. Tapping his chin thoughtfully, he finally smiled whenever an idea came to mind. Undoing the first couple of buttons on his jacket, he began to shrug it off. Alfred sent him a wary look. "We can trade. My jacket is longer. You can wear it until tomorrow morning." He shrugged it off, handing the long jacket to Alfred. The blonde took it hesitantly, shrugging his own jacket off. They put on each other's jackets, Alfred's being slightly tighter fitting on Ivan and Ivan's being quite spacey on Alfred. "While the others are asleep tomorrow, we can sneak off and clean ourselves up, da?" He winked at Alfred convincingly. It would raise questions as to why they were wearing each other's jackets, but if there was one thing Ivan was good at, it was convincing others. Although, he tended to 'scare' people more than 'convince' them. It worked either way.

Alfred blushed, not only at the wink, but because he noticed he could smell Ivan's sent on the jacket. Trying to hide how flustered that made him, he nodded at Ivan. "S-Sure, that's cool with me. Um, thanks Ivan." He smiled at the Russian. It was nice of him to think about his dilemma.

Ludwig looked up from trying to deal with a babbling Italian and noticed the other two approaching. He raised an eyebrow at the swapped clothing but decided he'd live a happier life not knowing, "Ah, we were wondering when you two would show up. We were waiting for you so we could check to see how Kiku and Yao are doing." Ludwig informed them when they were within hearing distance. This drew everyone else's attention to the new couple.

Francis was the first to comment on their new attire, "Ohonhon~ What is with the wardrobe change, mes chers?" He questioned with a smirk tugging on his features.

Feliciano clapped his hands with a airy grin on his face chanting, "Ve~ Tell us, tell us!" Arthur just scowled, but his moss green eyes shined with curiosity.

Alfred smiled sheepishly and stumbled over his words as he came up with an excuse. "W-Well, uh um it was a bet!" He blurted, and at the blank stares he was getting. He took it they wanted him to elaborate. Gulping, he continued to spin his little white lie. "Well, I um wanted to race to the Cathedral thing and bet Ivan I could beat him. If I won, he wore my bomber jacket of awesomeness and if he won, I wore his. So we ended up tying and to be fair we just switched! Ehehehe..." He awkwardly laughed, then nudged Ivan's side and asked for confirmation. "I-Isn't that right Ivan?" Everyone's attention snapped to Ivan. Except for except Ludwig, who face palmed at the fact he was the only one respecting their privacy.

"Da!" Ivan said cheerfully. "Though, I think the main reason he made the bet was because he wanted to wear my jacket." He giggled a bit, giving Alfred a small pat on the back. "You could have just asked, you know." From the corner of his eyes he saw Alfred grin. Telling from the features of the others, they bought their little story. Well, that was relatively easy… "So, while we are waiting on our dear friends, how about we set up a place to sleep for the night? I am sure there is a secluded place in this park we could use." Ivan eyed the small circle of bushes and trees up ahead. There'd most like be a clearing in the center that they could use. Though, it would be a tad awkward when the locals would spot a crowd of people stepping out from the bushes in the morning.

Ludwig shook his head at Ivan's suggestion, "The local police may come by and arrest us for loitering. We could just sleep in the woods closest to the train station." he suggested.

Well, it did make more sense than camping out in the middle of a park…even though Ivan's more childish side thought it was a rather brilliant idea. Nodding, he agreed nonetheless. "Da, we will do that instead." Just as Ivan finished, Kiku and Yao could be spotted entering the park. They waited until they were within talking distance to explain the plan for the night. Thankfully, Kiku was indeed able to hack them all tickets straight to St. Petersburg. He handed each of them out, stressing how everyone should keep an eye on them. It wasn't as if he could afford to hack a second set of tickets. The first time had been risky enough. With that, they all ventured off to the perimeter of the city, settling into the dark and gloomy woods for the night.

During the whole walk towards the woods and the search for a proper camping site, when he thought no one was looking, Alfred would lift the jacket sleeve to his nose and inhale Ivan's scent. He'd feel his lips curl up into a soft smile as the scent of snow, pine trees, and embers filled his nose. Alfred would have died of embarrassment if he was caught doing thi. It was just so... lovey-dovey, school girl crush-ish, and un-heroic!

Ivan was in a similar predicament, albeit to a lesser extent. Alfred's jacket still carried all of the blonde's warmth, the puffy material acting like a balloon inflated with hot air. It was pleasant against the natural chill of Ivan's skin, and he had a hard time trying not to noticeably wrap himself tighter in the jacket. He managed to get away with the whole 'rubbing-your-arms-to-get-warm' charade, instead appreciating how the puffiness and warmth of the jacket swirled around him. He didn't want to sound cheesy, but it felt like Alfred was holding him symbolically. Ivan winced, mentally face-palming at his thoughts. How could he have let himself think something so tacky…

Fortunately, it didn't take long to find a spot to wind down. Blankets were brought out from their bags, and soon everyone was curled up with each other, Alfred once again trapped in Ivan's arms.

"So, um, Ivan. What did you have in mind for cleaning our clothes?" Alfred whispered once he heard everyone's breaths even in a deep sleep. He had one arm wrapped tightly around Ivan's waist and the other playing with the ends of his hair, a bit longer since their one-month journey began, brushing the nape of his neck. The embrace was especially appreciated whenever he felt a cool breeze sneak through the folds of his clothes.

"Hmm, I was thinking along the lines of 'borrowing' someone's shower…" He laughed quietly at his own joke, finding Alfred's confused expression adorable. "I am sure an upper class gentleman would not mind us sneaking into his house while he was away. I am also sure he would not mind us using his bathroom, so long as we keep everything neat, da?" They could also steal some extra resources there as well. It wasn't like the upper class of Moscow was exactly lacking…

Alfred frowned, "What if we get caught?" Aside from that, how were they going to be able to convince Ludwig to let them go? And don't get him started on the moral issues he'd be fighting internally...But then as he shifted a bit to face Ivan, he felt the beginnings of a very uncomfortable day of chafing and, with that, threw caution to the wind. "Okay, how are we doing this?"

Brushing a loose strand of golden hair behind Alfred's head, Ivan began. "I know you will not like this, but if it makes you feel any better, I will be the one doing the bad things. Now, here is what I was thinking about. Tomorrow morning, we can go into one of the more high class neighborhoods in the city. The people who live there are your usual nine-to-five workers. After a bit of observing and what-not, I will pick a suitable house for us to break into without getting caught. All I ask of you," he poked Alfred on the nose playfully. "Is to look as casual as possible so we do not draw attention to ourselves. Obviously, we will need to pick a bachelor's house." He didn't need to explain how hazardous it would be to walk in on a family carrying on with their daily lives.

Alfred crinkled his nose at the poke, and frowned a bit. Yeah, he had some moral issues with this...but that didn't mean he didn't want to help at all. He disliked being so dependent on someone else. He was the hero, damn it, and he can help out too! "I could do other stuff." He appreciated Ivan's concern for his safety and all, but sometimes he felt like Ivan was babying him or doubting his abilities in some way. He wanted to show Ivan they were equal, because Alfred wouldn't, couldn't settle for less.

"I thought you did not like to do bad things?" Ivan teased good naturedly. However, if Alfred honestly wanted to help, then why should he turn his help away? It would definitely be harder to do it on his own. His main concern, though, was over whether or not Alfred could do it without getting them caught. He knew how scatter-brained the American could be. Not that he wasn't smart, oh no. He was very intelligent. He just seriously needed to keep his wits about himself more often. "You are more nimble than I, da? I believe you could climb a lot better than me." After all, it wasn't as if they could just walk up to the door in the middle of daylight and pick the lock. They'd have to find another way into whichever house they were breaking into. Most of the houses in the upper-class districts were two stories. "You can climb up to the window of the house and get in from there. Most people do not lock their windows, especially those who live in nice neighborhoods."

Alfred nodded, pleased he'd get to do something. He did, however, pinch Ivan's nose playfully for teasing him, "Yeah, yeah. Generally I don't, but desperate times call for desperate measures. And a hero has to do what a hero has to do." He said rolling his eyes. Then came the next issue..."How are we going to convince Ludwig to let us go? It's not like we can sneak off. If someone woke up and saw us missing they would panic!" Alfred pointed out. They'd either have to lie about where they were going or be pretty damn convincing that was for sure.

Ivan felt a weary sigh building up in his chest. Sometimes Alfred could be so technical. "We will just tell him that we ran into town for extra supplies. We will snag a bit more supplies at whatever house we raid. That should convince him enough, hmm? We will be back in time for everyone to board the train, too." They would have plenty of time. By the looks of their ticket stubs, their scheduled train was leaving in the evening time, giving the group more than enough time to take care of extra things. "Besides, I am sure the others will also want to take care of things as well." Placing a soft kiss to Alfred's forehead, he whispered to the smaller man. "Now, stop worrying and go to bed. Tomorrow is a big day."

Alfred rolled his eyes. but couldn't help the smile that tugged on his lips. "Yeah, yeah, just making sure we both aren't having any blonde moments with the plan. Lord knows I have plenty of those on my own." He winked up at his Russian and craned his neck to place a kiss of his own on Ivan's jaw before snuggling closer to him. He yawned out, "'Night Ivan." Soon sleep over took the both of them.


п-пожалуйста: p-please

Я тоcже тебя люблю: I love you too

Ебать: fuck