A month had passed and Alfred couldn't say he was happy. He stood staring at the sky waiting for the airplane. Irina and Amalie stood beside him. They both held onto his hand like the dutiful children they were. Ivan stood beside Amalie on her other side.
"They said four o'clock." Alfred commented and Irina clutched his hand tighter feeling the irritation in his voice. Ivan turned to face him still holding Amalie's hand.
"You don't have a watch." Alfred glared at him and stared back at the sky. It was quiet and cold.
"I can tell by the sun." He heard something in the distance. It sounded like a motor. He took a calming breath trying to decipher the sound hoping his mind wasn't playing tricks on him again.
"You don't have a watch?" Alfred grunted. He was straining his ears listening for a motor like sound. He didn't hear anything again. It was another false alarm.
"I lost it." He sold it to an old woman for a pretty penny. He saw a bird fly across the sky. It screeched as it flew off into the distance.
"I have a watch." Alfred turned to look at him and quirked a smile. The smile only held malice.
"How awkward of you to mention that now." He stared at him in the eyes. Ivan's eyes were playful, but they held a secret to them.
"I don't find it so at all. I can relay what time it is if you'd like." Alfred's smile turned into a frown for a moment before he smiled again letting go of the children's hands. He stepped over to Ivan.
"There's a price to pay for everything." Ivan nodded and leaned in close to him.
"You're right. This is a steep one." Alfred kept his eyes on him before chuckling. He stepped back and looked Ivan up and down. Smirking he should his head.
Alfred kneeled down and gave Irina a kiss on the forehead and then repeated the action with Amalie. The girls just smiled at him. He looked up at Ivan.
"What's the price?" Ivan stared at him. His eyes still veiled in secret. Alfred didn't like it.
"I've killed a child before, you know. Slit his throat." Alfred quirked a brow. He had done things he wasn't proud of as well. Vietnam came back to him.
"So? What's your point? All countries have." He stood up and stepped close to Ivan again. Ivan pulled out his pocket watch and checked the time before putting it back in his pocket.
"It's four thirty." Alfred leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He left his lips there for a minute before pulled back slowly and looking Ivan in the eyes. His eyes were sparkling for the first time in a while.
Alfred smiled for the first time in a while without any malice in it at all. He leaned in again and kissed him on the forehead. Ivan looked so cute surprised like that. He didn't expect it obviously.
He could hear the plane motor again. He looked up to the sky and there it came. It was an old rickety plane that he didn't think would make it across the ocean.
The plane landed in a meadow close to the house. He grabbed the two girls' hands and walked over to it. A man stepped out. He was probably handsome when he was young, but now he looked like an old drunk. How suitable.
"Ya comin' or not?" Alfred gave him a movie star smile.
"Course we are!" He ran to the plane with the two girls. "Bringing these little ones with us too. Found 'em in our house with two creepy guys. Both Russian of course!" Alfred jumped into the plane with the two girls. The inside looked as bad as the outside.
Ivan stepped into it after them. He looked over at Alfred and kissed him on the cheek in mock affection. Alfred just smiled at him.
"Which house are we going to?" Ivan looked at Alfred. He was a horrible person, but now he knew Alfred was too. He was just as awful as him. He had paid the price for the time. He had given him some very important information. Alfred was a monster too.
"We're going south for winter." Ivan scooted closer to him. He put his arm around Alfred's shoulders.
"Which state?" He leaned down and almost kissed him, but decided against it and just stayed there almost kissing him, but not quite.
"I was thinking maybe we should go to Alabama or South Carolina." Alfred leaned slightly closer to him their lips barely touching. It couldn't be called a kiss. It was so feather light that he wasn't quite sure their lips were touching at all.
"Are they warm this time of year?" He closed his eyes. It was a sign of trust for most people. For him it was a sign of kill me if you wish for I don't care.
"They aren't cold." Ivan chuckled and grabbed the back of Alfred's head.
"I don't want to kiss you." He was lying. He wanted to kiss the American more than he should. He wanted to kiss another monster. He had finally found someone like him and he wanted to express his joy of it.
"Liar, you're lips are trembling. That's okay though, I want to kiss you too." Ivan pulled away and looked out the window.
"It isn't nice to lie, Alfred." His hand stayed gripping Alfred's hair. The plane ride was silent besides the two girls chatting in their own language. He side and closed his eyes. They would be in America soon enough.
A.N./ Christmas is so freaking expensive. I don't think I've had these two kiss yet. So now we know Alfred is a baby killer, but everyone should have known that anyway. Ivan is a child killer too. Now they head off too America. To the south! Because it isn't cold! At least from the average temperatures of certain cities in December it doesn't look cold.