While waiting for Nikita to come back into the room and get them on the plane, Alfred explained who he was. Apparently Alfred had met him whilst trying to escape Ivan one time and they became friends. He was a Russian who worked in the airport to transport celebrities, important political figures, and Alfred, some random American kid who seems to get in a lot of trouble.

Alfred had run into him while sprinting through the terminal, and they had been friends ever since. He was always in the airport to help him out or fly him off to remote locations where Ivan could never find him. Alfred didn't know how Ivan found Nikita this time, but his secret was compromised. 

As soon as the man returned, Arthur watched as Alfred and him conversed in Russian before Nikita gestured towards the plane outside. Arthur had no idea what they were saying, but he figured it was something along the lines of "let's get you on the plane and get you out of this horrifying place before you get caught by the huge, scary guy who looks like he could kill a deer with his bare hands!". 

Arthur stayed silent as Nikita led them through a door, down some stairs, and onto the runway. Arthur had never been so happy to be on a runway in his entire life. Arthur followed the two talking in Russian until they reached the jet plane waiting there for them. Neither of  them had acknowledged Arthur in a few minutes, so he stood still waiting for directions as the two chattered on in Russian. 

It wasn't until Nikita gestured for them to get on the plane that Arthur moved. Alfred gave the man a hug and said his thanks before turning back to Arthur. "It's a three hour and thirty minute ride back to London," Alfred explained, "Let's go."

Arthur nodded in agreement before turning back towards the Russian and thanking him in English with a smile. The man nodded, smiling as if to say "you're welcome" and gave one last wave before turning back towards the door they had come out of. Alfred sighed and led Arthur into the jet, where they greeted their pilot and quickly sat down, not wanted to stay in the country any longer than they already had.

As the two walked into the cabin of the jet, Arthur's mouth nearly dropped open in surprise. He had never been in a jet so fancy before. The cabin was decked out with nice leather seats, a few tables, and what looked like bottomless champagne. Alfred led him over to a table with two of the cushiony leather seats facing eachother and sat down on one of them. Arthur followed and the two sat and waited, looking out the window as they waited for the pilot to take off.

As soon as the jet started to take off, Alfred nervously tapped his index finger on the table in front of them. He must not have liked flying. Alfred waited until the jet was at a constant speed before actually talking to Arthur. Once they had stopped taking off he seemed to calm down a bit. 

"Okay, Arthur. Time to explain myself." Alfred said with a nervous look on his face. Arthur scoffed and Alfred cringed, feeling bad he left the Brit out of the loop for so long. "So, the reason why we're in this much trouble, is also the same reason why I visit the hospital every week." 

"And that is?"  Arthur questioned, pretending not to know about his hyperthymesia for what seemed like the fortieth time that week.

"I have Hyperthymesia." Alfred admitted, staring at Arthur with a concerned look. Alfred wasn't one to openly share the information of his condition, and he was always worried people wouldn't accept him for it. Little did Alfred know, Arthur already knew his secret and was an avid sapiosexual.

"Oh, wow! Really? That's-That's crazy!" Arthur stammered, trying to make his fake surprise as believable as possible. Alfred wasn't buying it.

"Who told you?" Alfred questioned, laughing at Arthur's fake-surprised expression.

"N-No one!" Arthur defended himself. After Alfred shot him another look of "I'm not buying it" and Arthur finally gave up. "I looked through your file one day. I'm sorry." 

"It's okay! Might I ask why though?" Alfred asked the red-faced Brit in front of him.

"You were cute and I was wondering why you were working with Lovino! He wouldn't tell me!" Arthur explained, face growing redder as Alfred laughed at him. Arthur furrowed his brows at his flushed face. 

"Cute. Anyway, back to the story. I got into a lot of trouble because of my condition. It all started when I met Ivan. Ivan is a bad, bad man." Alfred began.

"Oh, really? Couldn't tell!" Arthur shot back sarcastically. 

"Thanks for the sass. Now let me tell the story! So back when I lived in New York I used to go clubbing a lot with my brother and our friends. One night, someone bought me a drink. I didn't know who, so I asked the barteneder and he said it was on of the Russian guys in the v.i.p area. Now, this is where I made my first mistake. When I looked over at the v.i.p area there was Ivan, looking over at me with a smile. I smiled back and he gestured for me to come over. I assumed he was the one who bought me the drink so I decided I would talk to him. I mean, he's not the worst looking guy on the planet. He's actually pretty hot."

"Eh hem." Arthur cleared his throat, Alfred quickly backtracked to save his ass. 

"Anyway, I went over to the v.i.p area and we started talking. We really hit it off and by the end of the night we had swapped phone numbers. I got kind of a sketchy vibe from him, but I overlooked it because we had had a really nice conversation. That was my second mistake. Always follow your gut instinct. So, after a few weeks of texting and meeting up, we were dating." 

"You dated our kidnapper!?!?!" Arthur exclaimed, shocked at the genuis's utter stupidity. 

"Let me tell the story you cheeky shit. Okay, so after a few weeks of dating, I told him about my Hyperthymesia. That was my third mistake. That was when everything went south. Ivan suddenly grew fascinated with my brain and how it works and the rarity of it all. He started obsessing over how I could remember everything that I've ever seen or heard. After a while, it started getting a bit too much. It felt like he was only dating me for my brain. But when I tried to break up with him, he showed his true colors. He explained that he was affiliated with the Russian mafia, and how if I broke up with him, everything I've ever known and loved will be gone. And that terrified me. So I stayed with him."

"What the hell..." Arthur muttered under his breath. 

"So eventually, Ivan forced me to work for him. Apparently a brain like mine is super useful to a crime organization. I started getting involved with their drug deals, murders, and anything you can think of that a mafia does on a daily basis. I never wanted to be there, but I was like their record book. I knew everything and they used me like a tape recorder. I spent the next year of my life following Ivan around like a hostage, nearly dying at least twenty times in their shootouts. I tried to escape dozens of times but Ivan always seemed to find me. My parents started getting worried about why I would come home smelling like cigarettes and looking like someone had beaten me to a pulp. Matthew even tried to follow me one day, but I warned him there was no use. I didn't want him getting involved. He's too innocent."

"You'd be surprised.." Arthur grumbled, remembering that one time Francis picked up the phone in the middle of having sex with Alfred's brother. 

"So, after about a year of being used as a tool for the mafia, I decided I was done. If I didn't escape now, I would spend my whole life in captivity. Ivan was still in love with me, but I was so incredibly done. I had seen too much. Ivan was no longer the hot Russian I had met at the bar. He was evil and controlling and he treated me like a prisoner. When I finally built up the courage to break up with him, he threatened to kill my family. Thinking that he loved me too much to do anything so horrible, I left anyway. That was my fourth mistake. About a week later, my parents got into a car accident. It was a hit and run. Some guy in a black SUV had purposefully run into the car, killing them both. The news played it off as an accident, but I knew the truth. I knew it was Ivan."

"Oh my god." Alfred whispered to himself, holding a hand up to his mouth in disbelief. 

"I knew it was all my fault. I should've listened to Ivan's warning. So after the funeral, I decided I needed to leave the country. I didn't want Matthew getting hurt either. Guilt-ridden, I grabbed my unknowing brother and moved to England in hope of escaping everything. I left Ivan hundreds of calls, wanting to get back at him for killing my parents, but he never answered. Knowing how obsessed he was with me, it was strange for him not to answer. So I figured he was dead. Little did I know, he'd follow me to England and take my date hostage. I'm so sorry." Alfred ended, his eyes bloodshot as tears threatened to pour out of his eyes. 

"Oh my god Alfred. I'm so sorry." Arthur said, watching as Alfred rubbed his eyes with his hands. Arthur couldn't believe what Alfred had just said. The Mafia?! Who would've known that someone as cheerful and radiant could get affiliated with the mafia? Arthur suddenly had a lot more respect for the bubbly American. 

"I'm sorry if you never want to see me again after this plane ride. I compleltely understand if you hate me. I wouldn't want to be kidnapped either. I apologize. If you want to stay safe you should stay far, far away from me." Alfred apologzied, frown on his face.

"Alfred, none of this is your fault. You don't need to apologize. This may have been the scariest and most dangerous date I've ever been on, but it's also surprisingly been the most enjoyable. It's not every day that you have to flee Russia and hop on a luxurious jet plane to get back to London before a scary Russian guy kidnaps you again. Maybe I'm just crazy, but I actually enjoyed our time together. Maybe our third date will involve less running from the mafia." Arthur said, suprising himself as the words came out of his mouth. Arthur knew it was a dangerous game to play, dating a wanted ex-mafia captive, but it was exhilerating. Arthur spent his entire life working in the hospital. He needed a bit of adventure. Maybe the radiant blond would change his whole life. He didn't know! All he knew was that he wanted to keep seeing him. No matter how dangerous.

"You're insane," Alfred stated "but I like it."

"So, how about a third date?"