A/N: Okay. We're pretty sure everyone is upset with us for taking SUCH a long time releasing another chapter. School keeps you away from what you actually want to do. That and our uncanny habit of procrastinating. We deeply apologize. _ But to make it up to you, we made this chapter extra long. Thank you to everyone who has read/alerted/favorite/reviewed our story! We really appreciate it! So without further ado, please enjoy this chapter. o 3o

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Attention Ladies and Gentlemen: The Captain has indicated that we have almost reached our destination. The estimated time of arrival will be in 15 minutes. In preparation for landing, please assist your cabin crew by adjusting your seat to their normal position and your tray tables into their upright and locked positions... The flight attendants will be coming through the cabin to collect any trash or additional service items that you may have. Please pass them to the center of aisle, and welcome to Moscow, Russia. Thank you for choosing our airlines and enjoy your visit. A soft male voice said through the intercom. The message repeated again in smooth Russian.

Arthur opened his eyes, blinking a few times and letting out a little yawn. He had fallen asleep after Al had settled into the seat after eating while he listened to his iPod. Arthur glanced over to find that his son had dosed off as well. Looking at the teen, Arthur couldn't help but smile to himself. To him, Alfred's face resembled an innocent child when he slept. In fact, it looked quite different from the face he made earlier… Arthur smirked and removed one of the ear buds as he started to tap Al on the shoulder to let him know they would be landing soon.

"Alfred….Alfred…."

Of course. He would be difficult when he knows I can't make false threats… Looks like I'll have to be a little rough… Arthur proceeded to give Alfred a nice flick on the forehead. Alfred shifted in his seat, his eyes opening slowly. He glared weakly at his father.

"We're here?" He asked glancing out of the window with bleary eyes. He sat up slowly only to place his head on Arthur's shoulder. He knew that after they got off this plane they'd catch a taxi to their first hotel for a one night stay. Then they'd get their car rental and drive to God-knows-where and check in at the other hotel. Then it was exploring time. Groaning loudly he buried his head further into his shoulder.

Arthur moved the arm closest to Alfred behind his son's back and comforted him a little. Offering a little comfort, he rubbed his arm up and down along the teen's arm and sort of embraced him from the side.

"Come now. You need to pull yourself together. Fix your seat and get ready for when the plane lands". Using his free hand, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of spearmint gum. "You'll be better off if you chew a piece while the plane is in descent. Either that, or keep your headphones in place." As he said this, he held out the pack offering it to Al.

With a sleepy grunt Alfred's hand slithered to the gum pack, snatching a piece. Slowly he unwrapped it and placed it in his mouth, chewing it lethargically.

"When are we gettin' off the plane?" He asked curling into Arthur's shoulder some more, as if he were shutting the light out of his eyes.

"Soon enough, Alfred."

Within five minutes, the plane touched the ground and navigated its way towards the right terminal. When the captain turned the seatbelt sign off, the cabins quickly became animate as people scurried around and collected their belongings. After coaxing Alfred for a little while Arthur managed to get him off the plane and obtain their luggage. Alfred wasn't the best sport, mumbling things about 'stupid commie writing' when he tried to read some of the signs. After grabbing a bite to eat the two caught a taxi. The driver spoke decent English and got them to the hotel without a problem. The weather wasn't too bad, at least not today. Stepping out of the cab, they gathered their things and made their way into the hotel. Arthur was completely stunned. He thought everything was beautiful; the architecture, the people, and the scenery. However, Alfred wasn't. He spent most of his time complaining about the cold.

Walking up to the front desk, Arthur handed over the necessary information that was needed to complete the check-in process.

At least the concierge knows decent English….Hopefully the phrasebook I purchased will prove to be of some use during this trip. Finishing up at the front desk, Arthur turned to Al and gave him a small smile. After receiving a slightly forced smile back Arthur turned to the elevator.

"Alright then. We will be staying on the third floor. Shall we? "Arthur could barely contain his excitement. They made their way to their room in a silence that wasn't particularly bad, but it wasn't good either. Arthur unlocked the door and stepped into the room. It had all the basics of a normal hotel room with the addition of a small kitchen off to the side of the recreation room. Arthur placed his luggage down and leapt towards Alfred, grabbing him up in a hug as he lifted him and swung around in circles.

"Dad I'm too old for this!" Alfred tried to protest but couldn't help it as a smile came onto his face.

Arthur ignored his son's comment. "We're here, Al! We should go out and venture today! What do you think?"

"...S'not bad for a commie hotel."

"They're not communists anymore, Alfred."

Alfred ignored him and walked over to the window to take in the view. It really was nice, since it was early spring. The view was amazing.

"Did you bring your camera?" He asked turning around.

"Of course I did. Hold on for a moment." Rummaging around in his suitcase, Arthur pulled out a very high quality Nikon and passed it to Alfred. His son's attitude was surprisingly still tolerable. He was glad the Alfred was warming up to Russia so quickly. Moving to stand with him by the window, he gave a short explanation as to Russia wasn't a communist territory any longer.

Not surprisingly, Alfred didn't exactly listen. He was far too busy snapping shots of the spectacular view. Arthur stood by Al while he took a few pictures and then returned to his luggage. Pulling out his laptop, Arthur started to look up the different tourist locations within Moscow. Since they were only going to be there for the rest of the day he figured going to only the most interesting places would be possible. Speaking over his shoulder, Arthur questioned his son.

"Hey. Do you feel like going out to sightsee and venture? Or do you want to just hang back in the room for today?"

"Can we stay?" Alfred asked sitting on a chair. "I wanna just chill out. We can check out Moscow after we're done going to your creepy building in the middle of nowhere."

Alfred lent his father a smile.

Arthur furrowed his eyebrows and was about to complain about the importance of exploring every part of Russia they could but then he stopped. Thinking to himself, he realized that maybe it would be better for them to rest on the first day. Giving up on the idea, he turned back towards his bed.

"Since you won't explore now, we are going to start bright and early tomorrow morning."

"But dad-"

"I'll have none of your complaining either."

"Fine." He dragged out the word and plopped onto the bed. He fished out his laptop and logged in, ready to play some games.

Arthur also reached for his laptop and decided to start an email to his colleague stating their safe arrival to Russia.

Arthur tossed and turned with excitement throughout the night. How could he possibly sleep with this much excitement running through him? The clock on the nightstand let him know that it was nearly five in the morning. Looking to his right revealed an outline of a body slowing rising and falling.

Just like a baby. I suppose I'll get ready first and then wake him.

Moving quietly, he navigated through the room with ease as he made his way through his daily morning routine. Afterwards, he re-packed his belongings and went to wake his son. The checkout time was set for 7 a.m. He could have chosen a later time, but this excuse would help them get the day started early. Striding over to the other bed, Arthur gently tapped the body.

"Alfred. Alfred, wake up. It's almost time for us to check out."

Alfred groaned and shoved his head under the pillow; having slept very well he didn't want to even think about getting up. "Go away."

"Oh come now, Alfred. You've had plenty of rest and we need to be on our way."

"But Dad, it's like-"

"Alfred F. Kirkland! Get your arse out of that bed before I make you get up."

Alfred whimpered and cracked an eye open. "Fine, fine. I'm up."

He slowly sat up from his bed and inched out of his covers. First things were first; he was going to take a nice hot shower. He hurried to the bathroom-only bumping into a few things- and hopped right on in. After twenty minutes he walked out of the shower. Alfred wasn't entirely surprised Arthur picked out his outfit for the day and set it on top of the sink counter. His lips quirked into a smile as he changed into the warm clothing. Ten minutes later he was out of the bathroom and he couldn't help but feel excitement pulse through him.

"Ready?"

"It's about bloody time."

"It takes time to look good."

Arthur grumbled to himself but couldn't help but notice his son's excitement as he rolled their luggage to the front door and performed a brief scan of their room, smiling to himself. Naturally he had packed all of Alfred's belongings after picking out his outfit.

"Have you got everything then? Your camera and whatnot?"

"Yeah, yeah. I have everythin'." He glanced around the room to double-check.

"Right. Let's make our way to the concierge and start our trip! I've tried to map out a scenic route to our destination. Granted this route is longer, but I'm sure it'll be well worth it. Maybe you could take a few shots so we'll have something to remember this trip. What do you think?"

Alfred nodded, "Sounds awesome. Is the rental car here or do we have to go out and hunt it?" He asked slinging his bag over his shoulder.

"I had the rental place drop it off a half hour ago."

"Cool, gonna let me drive?"

Arthur just stared at Alfred and offered a remark riddled in sarcasm. "Sure thing. I want us to die before we get to explore Russia."

"You're no fun old man." He teased closing the door to the hotel room.

"I am not old thank you. And if not being 'fun' means wanting to live then label me a rather dull person."

After the two successfully checked out and obtained the location of their rented car along with the keys they were off to the parking lot. Arthur had chosen a rather simple, five seat green car. Alfred took the challenge of packing up the car, putting the luggage in surprisingly skillfully. Not long after they were on the road, talking pleasantly, snapping scenic pictures, and having a fairly great time.

"Oh, Al! Take a picture of that cathedral! I read online that the gold within its structure is pure. Fascinating, really. The steeple is so high."

Alfred grinned and took the picture, "Got it!"

It was refreshing to know that they were both having a great time. Scanning the area, Arthur saw what looked like McDonalds. It couldn't be, could it? Here in Russia?

"Hey Al. That looks like a McDonalds, doesn't it? Are you hungry? We could stop there for a bit." He said this while pointing in the direction of the building.

Alfred nearly squealed with childish delight as he saw the golden arches. "Hell yes! I didn't know they had McDonalds in Russia..." He paused for a moment, "It probably taste like communism but my patriotism can stomach it." He said shrugging.

"You are such a prat," Arthur teased as he rolled his eyes.

Alfred was sitting contently in the car after eating his ridiculously large McDonalds meal. A large cup of coffee in one hand and a cookie in the other. Arthur had to listen to his son complain about the different taste between bites; it was an ordeal. Though now they were on the road again and about a third of the way to their destination. Arthur hadn't made any other reservations for a hotel because he wasn't sure how close they would venture to their destination before becoming tired.

Reading the sign on the side of the road Arthur decided to take another detour. He knew this wasn't part of the plan and he usually wasn't this spontaneous, but something told him he should go in that direction. As they continued down the road Arthur noticed the traffic easing up and the city becoming fainter in the rearview mirror. He started to doubt his decision but then quickly dismissed it as they travelled the road further.

Alfred watched with a small frown as they drove further away from the city. He didn't exactly realize it was a detour, thinking this was the way to god knows where. He bit his lip and continued to snap photos, keeping silent at all the new surrounds.

After about fifteen minutes, the road had turned from a smooth, asphalt road into a dirt road speckled with pebbles and stones. It was obvious that this road was not travelled often. If it was, it certainly wasn't by any sort of vehicle. He was about to change his mind and turn around when Arthur spotted a distant building to his far right. It looked like it had the dimensions of a castle. Curiosity getting the best of him, he decided to follow the pathway that seemed to lead towards the object in question.

Alfred stared at the castle, it looked creepy as hell. The setting sun didn't make it any better. Alfred wanted to ask Arthur to turn around and drive to the nearest hotel but-

"Hey Alfred. Do you see that building to your right? I don't know what it is in the least, but I want to find out. After we peak around for a bit, we'll head to a nearby hotel. It'll be late by the time we're done. Take some pictures. Even from this distance it looks rather…enchanting."

Alfred groaned, "'Course I see it!" His nose scrunched up in distaste, "Hell no! That place is creepy as shit. Let's just go to the hotel and forget about it."

"Don't be such a little git, you baby. Just take some pictures already. I won't be able to find this road again. I wandered away from the original route. All we'll do is drive as close as we can, see what we can see, and be on our way. Ten minutes tops, alright?"

"Fine," Al sighed. He knew there would be no stopping his dad when he got excited.

By then they had arrived in front of a gothic double door gate that blocked the path leading to the dark building. Spirals along the top and an intricate design throughout sent a small shiver down Arthur's spine. Looking towards the center of the doors, he pointed out that the absence of a lock. The mansion looked like it was deserted – had been for a long time. Maybe that was the reason for no signs or information about an ancient looking place like this.

Barely being able to contain his excitement, Arthur stopped the car. Even though the place looked like a ghost town, he parked the car a little ways from the main gate, placing it out of sight. He quickly looked to Alfred for his answer.

"Well are you coming?"

"You can go. If you don't come back in an hour I'll call the commie police." He paused, "Nah. I'll save you myself. I am the hero after all." He said smugly. Alfred leaned back in his chair. "Be safe."

Art gave a quick nod of the head. Then he realized the time window Al had given him. "An hour? Bloody hell, I said ten minutes! If you really cared you would make that fifteen minutes". He gave his son a playful punch on the arm and then his facial expression turned serious.

"Right then. Al, if I'm not back within ten to fifteen minutes then drive the car and go find the police. And for god sakes do NOT call them commies. That will get you absolutely nowhere. Do not come in after me. I know you have this hero complex, but try to set that aside…at least for now. I'm sure nothing will happen but just in case it does, you know what you are to do. If you get chilly then feel free to turn the car back on. Understood?"

Alfred gave him a smile, "I can take care of myself for a few minutes dad. An' yeah, yeah. I'll go find the police." He lied. If his father was in trouble there was no way he'd waste the time to go and find the police. He waved him off, handing him his camera. "You can take some pictures. They won't be as awesome as mine but they'll still turn out cool."

Smiling he reached across the middle console and briefly hugged his son. Accepting the camera, Arthur stepped out of the car and grabbed his jacket from the back seat.

Walking up to the gate, Arthur examined the design. He took a few snap shots of the gate and then carefully pushed it with his fingertips. The gate didn't budge. Pushing a little harder, he discovered that this was a gate that opened outwards. He took his gloves out of his jacket pocket and slipped them on before grabbing onto the door. The door creaked when he slowly pulled it toward him. Once it was opened enough for him to slip in, he glanced back to Al. They momentarily locked eyes as he waved, so he gave a quick smile and slowly disappeared onto the castle grounds.

Looking around, he could scarcely see what the premise looked like. It grew darker by the second. The huge trees that were placed in various places didn't help the visibility factor either. Arthur managed to get a few more shots from different angles while he walked in the direction of the main item of his interest.

Arthur stopped dead in his footsteps. Was that a whisper he heard? He spun around so quickly that he almost fell over. His eyes dashed from side to side.

"H-Hello…?"

After a few seconds of regaining his composure, he began walking again. Get it together, Arthur. You're imagining things.

Even though he gave himself a little pep talk he was still a little on edge. He walked carefully and tried to avoid the crunchy leaves on the ground. That's when he thought he heard something else.

Suddenly he took a crouching position. Footsteps? Is that what I heard? Were they mine? Oh what the hell, Arthur. Stop being a prat. He remained the way he was until he was absolutely positive that he was imagining things.

Pulling himself together –again—he finally made it to the castle. It was the biggest estate he had ever seen in his life. Forgetting all about the little frights he had just moments ago, he turned on the camera and energetically started taking pictures. It's beautiful. This detour was well worth it. Just look at the structure! Al's really missing out on this one.

Walking over to the door he stopped to observe the detail on the door. There were words written in the Russian language, so he couldn't decipher the meaning. It could have been the name of the residents whom had once lived there. Lifting up the camera to his face to take another picture, Arthur saw something flash by him out of the corner of his eye. Almost dropping the expensive device, he let out a little yip and quickly looked around him. I've gone mad. After this, I should be on my way back to Alfred. It's been about ten minutes. And then one of the front doors slowly opened, and Arthur froze.

Caught up in trying to figure out what he should do, Arthur failed to notice the multiple beings separating him from the car and Alfred. A snarling sound had him whipping around only to see that the noises from earlier must have been caused by what he was staring at. Wolves.

Slowly, he took a step backwards, the door at his back. The wolves inched closer and he realized he had no other choice than to go inside. Alfred… Thoughts about his son's safety clouded his mind. The car…he'll be safe. Alfred, don't get out of the car. Lost in his thoughts, he hadn't seen the wolves close in on him. His flight impulses kicking in, he stumbled backwards into the ajar door and fell before he could close it. Scrambling to his feet, he launched himself into the door, closing it as a wolf tried to push past it to get to him.

The door made a loud noise that echoed inside when he forcefully shut it. He leaned against the door and slightly panted. Then he remembered where he was. Observing the inside from where he stood left him in shock and awe. The outside appeared to be a ghost town but the inside was the exact opposite. A fireplace was lit and there were decorations all over the place. Expensive furniture, vases full of sunflowers and portraits of what looked like important Russian figures filled the spaces he could see from where he was standing.

Arthur desperately wanted to take pictures, but seeing as this residence was actually inhibited, he wanted to get permission.

"H-Hello…? Is anyone home? I've stumbled upon your home by accident. I'm not from here you see, so please pardon my intrusion."

He waited patiently for an answer, but one never came. Maybe no one's home. Peeking through the window next to the door, he saw the wolves were still there, waiting for him. Well, whoever lives here will understand that I had to come in because of the stupid wolves. I'll just sit in this chair and wait. The chair he seated himself in sat next to a wooden bureau with a fancy candelabra atop of it.

A small gasp was heard, "A stranger..." A thick French accent was present. The candelabra gasped and stared at the man, alighting himself. "Look at this...What is your name?"

Arthur stared incredulously. Am I daft? Did that thing just talk to me? Going against his better judgment, he decided to have a conversation with the candle. Maybe it would calm his nerves down some. Oh! Or maybe it's a new special friend! I'll have to buy another cup to go with my tea set now…

Lost in his mind, the candelabra made a noise as if he was clearing his throat to get his attention. "What is your name," he asked slightly annoyed.

"A-Arthur. Arthur Kirkland".

"Oh, he's English. Well that is just great. The first stranger we get and he's English!" He continued.

"What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?" Arthur furrowed his eyebrows at the comment.

"What's going on Papa?" A soft voice called. A boy about seventeen emerged into the room. He wore thick wool pajama pants and a hoodie. He gasped at the sight of Arthur. "A person…"

The candelabra smiled, "Matthieu! Were you going to the kitchen to get a drink? You are usually retired for the night."

Mathew ignored his papa, looking over at Arthur. "Who are you?" He asked quietly. He felt a little happy being able to ask the question that was usually directed towards him.

Was he imagining things? This boy looked freakishly identical to his Alfred. He couldn't do anything but stare in disbelief. Realizing that he was gawking, he stuttered out the words that came to his mind first.

"I'm Arthur Kirkland. Who are you? You look just like my son! It's incredible!" That comment earned him nothing but awkward silence and a small, shy shrug from Matthieu. To ease the tension building up, Arthur explained how he stumbled upon the manner and why he had intruded.

"The wolves?" He looked outside to see them still there, "Well you can wait here if you'd like, I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

"Why thank you. That's very kind, but you see my son is still – wait. He? Who's he? Are you sure-"

"Mathieu, I thought I taught you better manners. If we are to have company you treat them right, even if they are English. Not to just let them stay in the entry way. Go get Feli and tell him to make something to eat! We have a guest!"

"Y-yes papa..." He muttered in French, walking to the head chef's quarters. Hopefully the head butler wasn't with him or they'd be in big trouble.

"Please. My son. He's out in the car and I'm worried about him. Would it be possible if-"

"Come, come! Let us make our way into a more comfortable part of the house". And with that, Arthur was ignored and ushered into a room that led deeper into the castle. I hope he's okay…

Meanwhile, back in the car, Alfred shifted uneasily as he wondered what the hell was taking his dad so long. It had been half an hour since Arthur left. Alfred had given him leeway time in case Arthur had lost track of a few minutes but this was...This was probably bad. Alfred scrambled over to the driver's seat and started the car, keeping the lights off. He then began to slowly creep forward only to see wolves at the door when he got closer. "Well fuck." He groaned. How was he going to get to his father now?

He sat in the car trying to think of a method to get past the wolves. Nothing was coming to mind when all of a sudden the wolves retreated. That's weird. Where are they going? Then something big rushed past the driver's side mirror.

"The fuck was that?" Alfred reached for the automatic lock button the car door and secured himself inside. He continued to search for whatever the hell he thought he saw for a few minutes before deciding to shrug it off.

He stayed on high alert as he started to move the car closer to the castle, the big shadow appeared again. Only this time, it never went away…

Mathew walked towards Feliciano's room in excitement. They hadn't had company since the curse! Mathew arrived to the oak door and pressed ear to it. He heard nothing and silently prayed that Ludwig, the head butler wasn't with him. He knocked on the door timidly. Within seconds a bright, cheery faced Italian appeared.

"Ciao~"

Mathew waved, fidgeting. "Feli…Can you come to the kitchen?"

"Of course I can! I wasn't sleeping because Luddy isn't in bed yet an-"

As much as Mathew liked Feliciano, the man could ramble. "We have a guest," He whispered. "I'll tell you on the way..."

Matthieu and Feli made their way to the kitchen while Francois tended to Arthur. The candelabra was leading Arthur to the dining room. "Oh, how rude of me. My name is Francois, but an uncultured English man such as yourself would call me Francis." The French candelabra oozed.

They arrived to the dining room where everything looked pristine. "Sit wherever you would like, Mathieu will have gotten Feli by now. They're probably off heating up food from this night's dinner." He watched as Arthur sat down.

"You said you have a child accompanying you?"

Arthur decided to ignore the snide comments coming from his host. "Y-Yes. My son, Alfred. He's in a car parked outside of the main gate. He looks an awful lot like your son, actually. I just hope he's alright. Those wolves look quite vicious."

"The wolves are not what you need to fear for your son's safety…"

"Wait. Does this have to do with this mysterious man from earlier? Who the he-"

"Sir, we guarantee that our food is the best food to ever be offered in Russia! We have everything. Now, relax and enjoy your time with us, s'il vous plaît. He practically purred when he spoke his native language. Cut off again, Arthur couldn't help but wonder how a French - whatever he was-ended up here in Russia in the first place.

Alfred stopped the car and turned his head reluctantly to the side. At first he saw nothing; then there was a man. He was tall with pale skin, vibrant, glowing eyes and silver hair. Alfred shrieked, wishing the man would vanish. Sadly, the man didn't.

Instead he snarled something out that Alfred couldn't hear. The mysterious man grabbed the door handle and began to pull at it. Alfred sat in shock, looking at the angered look in his eyes. Suddenly he was thankful for the lock on the doors. That was, until, the door was ripped off. Alfred yelled as he was grabbed by the collar and pulled out of the car. Cold air assaulted his senses as shaky blue eyes stared into the gleaming purple ones.

"L-let me go!" He said in a wavering voice, struggling in the tight hold.

The man growled, actually growled. "Amerikan?" He asked glaring at Alfred.

When Alfred was silent the man grew angrier. "What are you doing here?" the man hissed out, his words were strongly accented from his Russian heritage. "Tell me!" He demanded, slamming Alfred against the car.

Alfred mustered up a glare, "I don't have to tell you a damn thing."

"A month in a cell will change that!" Was the response, the words held promise.

Without another word Alfred was dragged kicking and screaming into the manner by the mysterious man.

Practically kicking in the front door, the beast-like man was about to yell for his second in command but the boy was still squirming in his hands so he gave him a quick shake. "Ostanovitʹ".

"I don't speak commie, bastard!"

The man was about to throw him against the wall until he heard a noise coming from the further within the house. Advancing towards the sound, dragging Al the whole way, he soon discovered another stranger in his house. No. Not only in his house, but in his chair as well.

Arthur thought he heard Alfred, so he was on high alert when he noticed a figure appearing closer and closer to him. Slowly standing up, he noticed that this thing was dragging something. No, not something…someone. His heart started to race as he realized that someone was his son.

"Alfred! Let the hell go of him! Who do you think you are?" Arthur completely ignored the man's size because his adrenalin had kicked in along with his paternal instincts.

Merde. This is not going to be pleasant. "Mister Ivan. This is Arthur Kirkland. It is my fault that-"

"No, Papa. Stop." Matthieu and Feli had rushed out of the kitchen when they heard the commotion. They stood in the doorway closest to Arthur, observing the current situation. Matt continued to speak to his father in French. Arthur wasn't a great French speaker, but he picked up on a few things being said. Something about Francis already sacrificing his body for Matthieu. What the bloody hell was going on?

"M-Mister Ivan…I-I invited t-them to eat something. I-It's dark out and the wolves were stalking them, s-so I-" Matthieu continued to stammer until he was cut off.

"Who the fuck gave you the right to let people in my home?" The Russian glared at Matthieu and then turned his attention to Arthur.

"Either you get the hell off of my son or I'll make you regret it."

"Really? What could you do? You are so small and fragile."

Feeling his emotions take over him, Artie lunged towards Ivan, taking him by surprise. Ivan was too quick for Arthur though. In order to stop the attack, the Russian threw Alfred across the room and grabbed Arthur instead.

That's what I wanted you to do. Not so smart, are you? Stupid git. He checked Alfred over with his eyes to see if there was any visible damage done only spotting a couple scrapes and bruises.

"I was just about to show the Amerikan to his cell. I think you need one too, da?" He smirked as he mocked the man he so easily detained.

"Just take me instead. I'll do anything if you let him go." Arthur saw Alfred start to object but quickly stopped him from talking with the look he gave him. A look that said he needed Al to do as he said. If only just for this one time.

The Russian contemplated the offer for a minute and then gazed down at the man in his arms.

"Let us make a deal."

S'il vous plait – please (formal)

Merde - shit

Ostanovitʹ - stop