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[Russia]

((picked out from Catbox))
Ivan looked at Alfred. This was not going to work for long, there would always be something wrong. The police would be after him now that he hurt the caretaker, bad. He abandoned there gangs. And he had no doubt that they would be after them too. He stood up, pulling his scarf over his nose. He looked over to both ends of the alleys. It was starting to get dark and more shady characters were starting to come out. It was not safe now. He pulled America up and walked though the city. He couldn't get caught by the cops, he could take beatings and fights and starvation, but if he was sent back to Russia, than that was it. There was no one to protect Alfred, and he had no one to protect him. It was a mutual relationship.

[America]

Alfred had no idea what now. He really didn't. They didn't have anywhere to go. Alfred had no family. He had a brother but he lived in Canada, which was close by, but he'd never want to live there. It was getting darker, but he wasn't scared, 1. because there were street lights 2. Ivan was there with him. It was strange he never wanted other people hurting him, but Alfred would kill Ivan with his bare hands. Basically, no one was allowed to mess with him except for Alfred. He was pulled, he could fight 2 people at most and win, but a whole gang, there was no way. He would have to cover for Ivan, because Alfred's ass was also on the line, he was a witness. He didn't see anything, but he was still considered a witness. He'd do all he could, being privileged with a citizenship, he would try his hardest. Neither could survive without the other, they're all they have left.

[Russia]

Ivan looked at Alfred, his eyes 1/2 lidded with a odd mix of depression and tiredness. He jsut looked down. The gangs of the real city, not the little weak things they had before or in the Orphanage. Gangs, with guns. It was not a good time to be 2 teens in a dark alley. He looked around, deciding it would be wise to leave before anyone of the gangs could take a eye on them. He looked at Alfred and grabbed his arm, dragging him out of the alley, at least in the street there was people to see them and discourage anyone wishing them harm. He looked around, glaring at anyone that , not got to close to him, but got to close to Alfred. He let go of his arm, letting the other boy walk by himslef now. He hated Alfred, about 4 days ago. Now they were, lovers? Fuck buddy s? He didn't even know. He looked around. Would it be better if he got deported, and took Alfred with him? Russia was a cold and heartless land, but you could survive in the woods. 75% of the nation was uninhabited. It was not the dark you have to fear, it people to have to fear, because they are, after all, the ones that are hiding in the dark

[America]

Alfred gave the other a sad smile. His mind littered with worry and questions of what now? What was going to happen to them? How long could they last in these conditions? He wasn't so much worried about the gangs, the thing he was worried about was how to get off the streets? He didn't have an education, but they were required by law to go to school, and even if it was a shitty school Alfred wanted to learn things. He wanted to learn things and maybe help people one day. But he couldn't help people until he help and fixed himself. It was strange that in 1 day, and kid he hated for years, they ended up fucking and saying they loved each other. Maybe they always needed each other, but didn't realize it till now. The people who didn't look so shady he'd flash smiles at them, because he liked people he really did. He liked learning new things from each person he met. "What's it like in Russia? If ya remember it I mean." where were they going, "The cops don't really check the parks, so we can sleep there for tonight maybe."

[Russia]

Ivan's eyes were dark, but they light up when Alfred asked him about his birthplace. He smiled and giggled a bit. "Its cold, cold, and gray, but wonderful, the winter palace and the red square are the best places~" He acted like a 5 year old when it came to talking about his home. "In the week long spring, I use to go to the Docha" He said. "They are homes, in outer Moscow, there are lakes that I use to play in and fires to cook" He said smiling. He laughed. "Almost all of the Russian coupes let at Dochas" He said, smiling. Russia was not a nation of love, like France or Italy, but Russians were, however, strong, proud, VARY protective and Territorial. They didn't need love, becuse they had things to protect. It was nature to them, built in to there minds. Ivan was no expetion. He picked someone, Alfred, And stayed with them forever. Alfred belonged to Ivan, and it was Ivans job to protect him and avenge him if necessary

[America]

American lovers were different, it was mutual, they made each other happy, or at least the more dominant one made the submissive one to get sex from the submissive one. It was strange, but true. He had an amused smile when Ivan began to talk about his home. It was interesting, he'd never seen Ivan seem so happy. Alfred never had the luxury of that, well when he was younger and things weren't so bad, he was pretty happy. "That sounds really cool man." he looked around, it was probably midnight, "We need to get off the streets man." not metaphorically, they really needed to, before they got shot.

[Russia]

Russia turned the led pipe in his hands. He liked this weapon. He nodded. "Da..." He turned his head, about what looked like 2 blocks away, 2 gangs were getting in to a heated fight. He turned his head away from them and grabbed Americas arm, dragging him away from the gang. He looked at Alfred. It was his job to protect. He heard a gun shot, followed by another. He teased, walking and almost running. He pushed the other down in to the subways. Jumping odwn the stairs after him. He listaned to make sure that they were done with there fight. He sighed in relafed, glacing down at Alfred. His job, no one leses but his

[America]

America kept his hands in his pockets and breathed out white puffs of cold. The weapon Ivan had was strange, but it was useful, which was all that mattered. He saw what appeared to be two gangs fighting, he looked over and Ivan pulled his arm and said, "Dude, hey!" and was dragged off, aw man, he wanted to see the fight but then heard the gun shots swore his heart stopped and ran with Ivan and they made it to the cold, depressing, empty subway, and looked at Ivan. This was their life now. Running away, trying to stay alive, and all they had was each other. He hated and loved the guy. How long would this last. He offered Ivan a small smile, "We can do this." they would be able to, for as long as they could. They were on their own.

[Russia]

Ivan could barley hear Alfred over the screeching of the subway cars. He stopped and heard voice over about the ground. They were older, 20 or 19. And by the way they spoke, more than likely gandbangers. He didnt wait more than 2 seconds, grabbing Alfred by the neck and throwing him in to a subway car. He looked at Alfred without saying a word. Changing his expetion to a quite. "Sorry" look. The gang members came down teh steps, laughign and hiding there guns. Ivan looked at the ground, not wanting to try and start something. Only 2 gangmembers had time to get on there car before the doors closed. 2 of them and 2 of the gang. He didnt do so much as breath. They must have done a poor job looking homeless becuse one of them walked up. "Ehy, Kiddys, I know ya got wallets" He said, his friend laughing in the background. Ivan didnt say anything. This would not end well.

[America]

Alfred's hair swished as the train came roaring out of the tunnel. He's taken it many times and sometimes it was his temporary bed. He heard the gang member but didn't pain too much mind, they were just gonna get on the train nothing more nothing less. He choked as Ivan wrapped his hand around his neck choking him a bite and glared a bit and before he could say anything he other's look softened and Alfred sighed and let it be. He saw the other look a bit tense, but what for, first time on a train? Most likely not? Some dude walked up to them and asked for wallets....if they did they wouldn't be out in the streets right now. His nose still hurt from when the caretaker bashed his face in but he was pretty alright right now. "Nope, just a couple of homeless kids." with some laughter in his voice, these people talking to him in such a fashion? He just wanted to sleep, he was tired. He looked over at Ivan, and then back at the teen, wondered

[Russia]

Ivan hid the led pipe in his coat, keeping his eyes low and still not saying anything. He wished that the other would back the fuck off. Manly because they could lose just like they could win if the fight kept going. The teen smirked a bit. "Come on, ya little dumbfuck..." He pushed Alfred's head on the subway wall. "I know that both of you have something" He said, smiling in Alfreds face. Ivan sat up more, glaring at him. "Het, get off of him..." He warned the other. Put the last straw came when the teen groped Alfred. Ivan jumped up, slamming the pipe down on his neck and seding the teen to the floor. "Het!" He yelled slightly, hitting him over and over again. it took a few seconds for the teens friend to react. No one eve fought them back. Ivan stoped when he felt cold metal on his neck. A gun. He turned around, smiling in the gang members face, and standing over Alfred protectivly. He smiled at him, murder adiating around him and homicidal thughts coming out of his pores. How dare they do that and not be hurt back. He grolwed slightly, grinding his teeth together and making a "kol kol kol" Sound. Not even Alfred manage to make him like this. He put his arm back, over Afreds chest

[America]

Alfred was as dense as a brick wall. These people really had nothing better to do huh? He shifted his eyes out the train window as the people in front of him lost his interest, the train speeding past the lights making it look like orange streaks. 'Dumbfuck?' that was a bit uncalled for, "Hey! What the hell do ya mean dum---" and was cut off as he let out a low groan when he head was pushed into the cold wall, "Dude! Back the fuck off!" the snarled, he didn't care who these people thought they were, he didn't do anything! He tried pushing him off, but from the blood loss, the not eating, and the minimal amount of strength he had, he stood no chance to these older kids. He shifted his eyes over to Ivan when told them to get off him, "Yeah! Get the hell of--" and was cut off when he was grope, oh no, he was no hoe, but he blushed, out of embarrassment, that they were actually doing that, and tried to push the other off and bam! Before he knew it the kid was on the ground and he looked at Ivan in sort of relief, he heard the click of a gun and it was pointed at Ivan's neck and everything stopped for Alfred. No. Nononono, he couldn't lose Ivan, he needed him, he couldn't lose him over something like this. "Braginski!" he shouted in surprise, what now? He had nothing to stop it, "Do it you son of a bitch and I'll kill you!' and empty threat, he would probably be killed next

[Russia]

Ivan turned around. There were a few things that were normal for Russians that made the Americans worry, and panic a bit. He pushed the gun down and shamlessly walked only about a inch away form the teen. He backed up and Ivan kept walking to him. "You know~" He giggled. "That if you, or any of your gang ever touches him again, I have to hesitation to tare your head form your body~" He purred at him. No one ever did this, No one ever had comforted them like this. the teen forgot he had a gun and his breathing quickened. Ivan radiated murder. He pushed his hand in to the others pocket, pulling out his wallet. He pushe dhim on a wall and leaned his knee on him, using his massive size angist the other. He went though the wallet, pulling out a ID and the money. He tossed everything else and walked way from him. He heard the other try to raize the gun. Try to. Before his arm could eve get hihg enough to shoot Ivans foot. His arm was broken, a gragment of the bone tarting out of his skin. "Het, Touch him and I will make you bleed" He said, the threte now backed by proof. The train stoped, and he ran out, dragging his passed out friend with him. Ivan panted, falling down on the seat next to Alfred. He looked at him, "Are you well?" He asked looking over him. They woudnt touch what was his.

[America]

Alfred sat on the dirty subway floor and watched to see what would happen. But there was no gun shot. He shook a bit and looked at the guy passed out on the floor and Ivan complete unafraid of the gun. And stole the other's wallet. It seemed like Ivan was more tolerable to these types of conditions than he was, he was strong as hell. He tensed at the gun shot the noise at such a close range making his ears ring, but froze he couldn't do anything, not in his poor state. The train jerked him forward as it came to a stop and saw the others run out in fear and for their lives. The other, Ivan, he didn't know why he didn't just run and saved himself and let the gangbangers deal with Alfred. Actually, it felt nice, to have someone there with you. Ivan slumped next to Alfred and he frowned, "Either you're more of a dumbass than I thought or you're fucking insane, why the hell didn't you run dude?" and leave Alfred. He said some blood on the back of Ivan's neck, "looks like they got ya." he almost lost the other, and it was because for protecting Alfred, that was unacceptable, "What do ya mean me? You had a gun pointed at you." the relief Alfred was feeling was immense.

[Russia]

Ivan panted a bit. The train was getting away before the rest of the gang could react. He smiled a bit. "In Russia, I cant leave you, I cant let you by yourself, I have to stay with you can keep you safe..." He explained a bit. He didnt care about how they did whatever this was in America. He was Russian, and he would follow as such. That ment defending him, with him life. He leaned on him, ignoring the warm drop of blood from his neck. He didnt care about himslef as much. It was him and Alfred, not just him. He had to get off the train, and get away. Him and Alfred needed a house of sorts. A place that they had that was theres. Even if it was jsut a square foot, it was a place that they could start from. He didn't even know where to start. He looked around the empty train, blood on the floor of the car. He leaned over, picking up Alfred and setting him on his lap. He wraped his arms aorund the other, breathing in the others scent and finding more confort in it than was healthy. "Alfred, I need you to always know..." He said softly. "I'm always going to be here, not matter if your alone, or what anyone is doing to you, Im going to be there, Da?" He said. This was there life now. Humans would do horrible things, kill, rape, steal, lie, cheat, and all he needed to do, was make sure that Alfred was safe from that. He woudl rather any of those happen to him over Alfred.

[America]

Alfred looked at him with a harsh expression, on why, wondering Ivan would put his own life over Alfred's. He looked out the window, "This isn't Russia....I don't want you to end up dying because you wanted to protect." he wouldn't have it, it would hurt too much and the guilt would eat away at him every day of his life. They had nothing, and he didn't even wonder how the two ended up like this, it didn't matter anymore. It was simple the two needed each other. That's what brought them together, the dependency they had towards one another. He was pulled into the other's lap and he didn't care, he needed the other, and he needed to stay by him. He wrapped his arms around his neck, avoiding to touch the wounded area, and buried his head in the crook of Ivan's neck and inhaled his scent. On an outside view, this wasn't right, but he didn't care, he needed Ivan. "Yeah, and I wouldn't dream of leaving big guy, I'm gonna be there with ya, no matter how shitty it gets, and we're gonna find a way to get out of this shit hole." he would have to protect the other, but not in his condition, he was weak right now. "It's gonna be alright." and place shy kisses on the other's neck and smiled a bit, "We're gonna be alright."

[Russia]

Ivan smiled when he felt the others soft lips on his neck. He just held him for a second. He nodded. "Da, We will survive" He said softly. He giggled not even feeling the pain in his neck anymore. He looked at him, he needed food. It had been days since he had eaten. He picked him up, carring him and bolting outside the trains doors and up the stairs, dropping him once he got there. He shovers slightly. It was only 1:00 Am, and they almsot died on there first night. He pulled off his coat, handing it to Alfred and not feeling the bitter wet cold of the city. He needed food for Alfred. He ketp a eye out for gangs, but non of them gave him any trouble for the time being. He wondered how they would make it. But they could. There was no one in sight, at all after a while. He didnt fliched though when the street lights shut off. The 30 muinters between when the lights went off and the sun came up. He saw nothign but black for a second, but eveutaly his eyes ajusted and he could make out close shapes and buldings.

[America]

He just enjoyed the peace they had, even though it was brief, it felt like eternity. He was picked up and said, "Dude! Put me down!" blushing in embarrassment, his protests went unheard and they went off the train and made it outside, it was cold and Ivan took his coat out and Alfred scoffed a bit, "Dude, I'm not a chick, plus you need it, I got my own." although it helped a bit, he knew he wouldn't deprived Ivan of warmth. He saw more gang members but they didn't notice the two. He was fine, until the lights shut off. Everything went black. Why were the lights off? He'd never seen them go off since he was either a asleep at home or at the train which both had light. "Let's go." he said, 'To somewhere where it's not pitch black.' he mentally add, and began to drag Ivan to anywhere where there was a source of like. He didn't care if it was from a corner store or a burning trash can, problem was he couldn't see a damn thing and didn't shake from the cold, but the paranoia and fear. He was 15 and still afraid of the dark...not exactly the dark, but the things he couldn't see. He stayed close to Ivan, he body almost pressed against the other.

[Russia]

Ivan looked at Alfred and remembered his fear. Ivan smiled softly and stoped, forcing Alfred too. He didnt even have to hold the other. He could stay in the dark and with Ivan or at the light, but have to go though the dark alone. He sat down, ploping in the dirt of a park and holding Alfred in his lap. He giggled, holding his shoulders. "Fredka, There is nothing to be afraid of~" He said softly, pressing the other on his chest. How was he the leader of a gang? He didnt care about that now though. He talked in to his ear. "There is never anything to fear as long as Im here, I will keep you safe from the dark" He said softly, opened his coat and putting it aorund both of them. He smiled in to his neck, kissing him. Its not like anyone could see him. "Alfred, I will always keep you safe" He said,trying his best to get the other to snap out of the fear. He only feared himslef, beucse he knew what he could do if he wanted. beating a teen was nothing. He held him tighter. "You always going to be safe" He said, whipsing in to his ear

[America]

Alfred was abruptly stopped by the other and said, "Dude, c'mon don't screw around." looking for some source of light. Gang leader was pretty easy, he was easy to talk to and back when he was well fed he could kick ass, with a grin on his face. Like a child, he would get excited over his accomplishments, so kicking ass he'd beam and laugh as the other person got pissed because Alfred acted way too cocky, the were in the dark park and stayed close to Ivan so that he knew the other was still there with him. He was once again put on the lap, not even protesting the close contact between the too, Ivan's body warmth making him forget the cold of the city. He nuzzled into his chest, and didn't say anything, screw his pride as a man, he needed Ivan. He felt the warm loving kisses and his mind wandered to what they were going to do. He had to make sure Ivan wasn't caught by the police, so covering for him was essential. He held onto Ivan, wanting to do anything to forget the dark, he moved his head from the base of Ivan's neck and kissed him almost desperately and pulled away, "I need you."

[Russia]

Ivan didn't let go of Alfred, he never would let go of Alfred. He smiled at the kiss on his neck, felling the others soft lips on his skin with something he had come to love. He looked at him. Feeling how depsrate he was. He giggled at teh words. "I need you to Alfred" He said, smilng and kissing him back. He broke away for a second. He looked around, no sun yet, still pitch black all around them. He loved Aflred, no matter how much he would deny it, he did. He swueeded teh other, looking strahgt in his fnastic blue eyes. Better than the skt,, better than water, better than jewls. Alfreds eyes were the most buieftul thing he had ever seen. The wondeful shade of blue sticking out like Shapperies. He staried at him for a long, long time. They would make it. He kisses him again. "Your always safe when you are with me, Da?" He smiled slighyl mroe now. "I will never hurt you" He said, nothing in him could ever bring out the worst to hurt Alfred.

[America]

Alfred wrapped his arms around Ivan's neck and continued to kiss him in desperation, and loving how the other tasted. It was sweet and the wet friction between their tongues made his stomach flutter. He was beginning to sound like some love sick highschool girl, but didn't care, he had Ivan with him. He gripped the back of his coat and looked back at the other's eyes, unable to read any emotion Ivan was probably feeling. They were an odd color, not normal at all, but who said Ivan was normal? He liked him like this and honestly a few months ago he wanted to gouge those eyes out. The sweet words Ivan whispered and the sincerity in his voice made his cheeks blush and his heart beat a bit faster. He had flaws, afraid of the dark and useless when he wasn't fed, but the other put up with him and made up for those flaws, "We're gonna make, don't worry, we can do it some how." Ivan had stolen some cash and wondered how much it was. Alfred could get a job, but not a decent paying one until next year. He didn't know about Ivan, he was undocumented after all. "What the hell are we gonna do?" he laughed a bit.

[Russia]

Ivan smiled at kissed him again, tasting the others mouth and enjoying to feeling of the deep kiss. He smiled at him. "I can feel your heart beet faster, Fredka~" It was cute who his heart sped up when he did something the other liked. He moved his hands and let the other pull on his coat. He pushed a hand in his hair, twsintg strands of teh golden hair inbetween his fingers. He felt his heartbeat, the winding pattern that he already loved. "Tomorrow, Im getting you food" He said, spkiping out on his own meal to get Alfred food. He leaned to teh side a bit, kissing the others neck and rolling the skin on his toung, leaving a statifing mark from teh brife sucking on the spot.

[America]

Alfred hated how pathetic he must of have seemed, but the kissed tasted so sweet and felt so good. He squinted an eye as the other ran a hand in his hair, he moved his head so that the other wouldn't get near the strange cowlick on his head, it did some strange shit. He blushed and said, "Shut up man, gotta ruin the moment don't ya?" he joked, ah, so his heart was beating faster, didn't know if it was because of the kisses or the fear of the dark. He didn't mind the dark so much his mind distracted. He grinned and said, "I'm really useless without it." and it was true, he wasn't as strong, fast, awake, or energetic without it. He let out a small moan as he felt the other kiss his neck, "H-Hey c'mon on man." loving the wet sensual touches on his neck. "let's go to sleep." he smiled at the other and moved his neck to give the other more access

[Russia]

Ivan continued to kiss up an down Alfred neck, occasionally picking a spot and lightly sucking on it until there was a mark. That was another thing Russians loved, Marking there lovers. Ivan smiled at him. "Het, I can tell you still are afraid or you like what I am doing to you~" He smiled a bit, he liked it to though, more than he should have. He pressed Alfred body on his, felling the others warmth go over him. He held his arms around the others back, the rough outer fabric of Alfreds coat felling like ice in the cold. It was more than likely 10 degrees, but if they were in Russia, the beatings were worse, the weather was colder. Before they sent him to the US, he was at a place with a cruel old woman was master. He remembered being force to take off all of your cloths and sit in the negative degree weather. Ivan kept kissing, occasionally biting him softly. He giggled. "Is that really what you want to do?" He asked, a loving tone in his voice. He took off his scarf and set on his lap, looking at Alfred. He was the reason he was warm. He grabbed a handful of the others hair, pulling Alfred away from him and pushing him in the ground. Ivan stood up and walked over to him, before he could run away to the lights or to him and pined him down on the ground. What that really what you were wanting to do?" He said, he would let him sleep, he needed it, but he also wanted something esle that didn't involve sleeping from Alfred. It was still nothign but black outside, he could barly see Alfred from a few inches away

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