Arthur's returning squeeze to his hand calmed Alfred some more. He had felt terrible for not knowing and letting Arthur deal with it when it was just as much his own fault that this was happening. Unfortunately, what was done was done. They couldn't go back and fix things or stop them from happening, all they could do was move on from here. However, moving on seemed that it was going to drive them straight to their damnation! Alfred kept his steady gaze on the Russian across the table, no, there was no way he was going to fully trust this man here, even if the others- no, He was agreed with. Arthur was concerned as well, and for good reason. They really had their necks on the line here. They could easily be spotted if needed and when that happens they would be sought out until they were put down. Probably by gun fire. Alfred raked a hand through his hair. Damn, this is worse than being burn noticed... He thought to himself before glancing over to Arthur and nodding his head some- or he would have except there was a mention. A comment of splitting the agents up. Two and two- that was a worse suicide than sending them all to China! Alfred wouldn't stand to have his brother sent somewhere else without their consent, this was like the Order all over again! Being told to do things without their input really heard or cared about! Though, Alfred's irritated looks were ignored, Ivan continuing to give the orders about their newest mission to Gilbert. Spain. Alfred clicked his tongue irritably, but Matthieu caught his attention, the wavy blond shaking his head and pressing a finger to his lips. Ivan was doing them a favor by saving their skins, they could do this if it was going to save the countries from worse corruption. The other blonde scooted down in his seat with a grumble.
Luckily it wasn't only Arthur and Alfred who had precautions about this whole thing. Ludwig. A man with a well level head and tactics for every situation like this spoke up with his own concerns. His question would probably be answered with ease, but Arthur piped in with his own slight concerns and helping. Bjorn and Berwald, they were on the side of the order. No wonder they went AWOL after the incidents. Antonio was probably trusted, Alfred even nodded at this, his time spying on the mafia and getting them to have their connections with the Order meant that he had crossed paths with Antonio a few times, actually just before he had met Arthur in Italy, he had exchanged information with Antonio. A cheerful agent, but an honest one.
Lover?! Well that certainly sold it for them on this. No wonder Ivan wanted Yao to be here, even if Yao was a double agent, having him there with Ivan would make it more difficult for him to turn over. Matthieu patted Gilbert's back, complaining that he shouldn't scarf down food like that, not only was it unhealthy, things like this could happen. Once he finished, the Canadian brushed a lock of his his behind his ear and stood up. "I agree." He was the first to leave, everyone scattering from the room just after to take part in their own roles.
Once again in a plane. Alfred sighed in his seat and turned to Arthur, adjusting the hat he had placed on the Briton's head. "We need to stay hidden, just in case. Francis can't protect us and the other two at the same time as well as he would for all of us before. We'll have to stay out of direct cameras. I brought my equipment to tell us where there are cameras and where they are pointed by using their infrared frequencies." Fussed the American agent, fumbling with his seat belt on the plane. Yao. "I heard the Chinese agent doesn't meddle much with European and American affairs.." He murmured quietly, looking at Arthur for a second. "Do you think we can get him to come easily with us?" The fact of the matter was that Alfred felt that Ivan should have gone to get Yao himself, actually the two had a run in after the meeting...
"You're a man right." Alfred called accusingly to the large Russian as he walked past him and Arthur. He could feel the glare from the Briton next to him, but the American kept his sight on the Russian until the pale haired man turned to him with that ridiculous child like expression.
"Yes. That is me." He said calmly, not being blown by the American's obviously growing irritation with him.
Alfred have a cocky jut of his chin and sneered in return. "Then be a man and go get your lover yourself if you're so damn sure he isn't going to be an issue and is needed here." Oh boy, he's really asking for it, but Alfred didn't care. He wasn't about to go running blindly into something like this without knowing for sure, especially if it's just him and Arthur on this one.
"You are thinking Yao is threat?" There was a hint of hostility surrounding the Russian man now, his round eyes narrowing a bit to focus on the slightly smaller American who was poking his nose where it actually didn't quite belong. He should have been good and kept his mouth shut.
"How do we know that Yao isn't a double black agent? Look, we're in a desperate situation with the German, Italian and Japanese Axis agents down on the count. I think we all want a sense of safety-"
Ivan grabbed Alfred's shirt, tugging the American up and glaring at him. Arthur's eyes widened, grabbing onto Alfred's and Ivan's arms to separate them. Did such men have to go around showing their masculinity all the time, couldn't they just talk it out like humans? Never. Ivan's grip tightened as he spoke through clenched teeth, trying to keep that sweet voice of his steady. "And you are one to talk, Alfred?" Confused eyes widened as he realized what was happening. The American clenched his teeth and placed a hand on Ivan's wrist to steady himself, the other hand patting Arthur's shoulder to let him know he was alright. "You be thinking that I put my lover in danger? Have you no thought of what you have done?"
Alfred wriggled some in his spot, grunting slightly before he sneered at this man who knew too much. "How did you get your overly large hands on MY classified information?"
"Secrets easy access. You forget our situation." Ivan adverted his glare from Alfred to settle on Arthur, his eyes softening a bit. "You two have closeness, no? Does your lover know what is that you are do?" Alfred clicked his tongue, struggling some more, but it was Arthur who was the voice of clarity for them.
"I believe that is why Alfred is concerned here. He's scared that Yao may have similar orders." Arthur said calmly, peeling the Russian's grip from the American and finally straightening out Alfred's shirt with care.
"I told everything to Arthur..." Alfred clarified, looking away from both Arthur and Ivan. It never was something that he was proud of, having to kill someone that he actually had fallen for, then deciding to revolt against his orders because of his love. "I'm... not going to do anything to Arthur except protect him, alright? But just so you know, there are missions and assassins like that all over that the Order is willing to just dispose of in a moments notice."
Ivan glared down at Alfred then clamped his large hand on the American's head, ruffling the golden locks before he turned and started to walk away. "Lucky I no kill you off for what you do. Bring back Yao, He is trustworthy enough. If we can trust you, we can trust him." With that it was over, leaving Alfred to be painfully quiet until him andArthur clambered onto the plane and to their seats. He didn't want to talk about what had happened or about the fact that he was sent to Kill Arthur and when he could not, the Order decided to try and kill them both instead.
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