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What shade were they? He wasn't quite sure. They were as bright as fresh cut grass on a warm summer's day but they were also as brilliant as emeralds. As nervous as he was during the entire filming of this, it all melted away as soon as he saw those calming green eyes. His agitated soul was brought to a restful state that he was quite unfamiliar with outside of his own home. He could feel himself relaxing as he continued to stare into those bright green orbs as if they carried the secrets of the universe and eternal tranquility within them.

He always said that his favorite color was mint but right now he considered changing it. Never had he seen the color of the sky or the ocean reflected as brilliantly as he did now. He felt as if he was drowning peacefully in that calming color and he would stare at it all day if he was given permission to. By this time, being on set and filming was not too nerve wracking but he would admit; the shade of blue that his eyes were currently fixated upon rid him of any lingering nerves that he still had about filming and acting.

"Are you alright, love?" he asks again after noticing that Alfred had yet respond to him. But the American froze and Arthur could only guess this to be nerves. "Love, please, say something if you're still there."

"Thank you," Alfred breaths to him, blinking slowly as he started to get out of his trance. Those eyes, oh those eyes, Alfred swore that they were doing something to him.

Arthur raises a brow at the choice of words before smirking and getting off of Alfred. Before Alfred could even say a word, he was swept into a cradle carry into the arm of Arthur Kirkland. "We haven't much time, dear," says Arthur as he began to run, "I have doubts that this roof will be standing for much longer." He was surprised when he found that the American wasn't as heavy as he thought he would be.

Arthur kept the goal of that scene replaying in his mind. What was actually scripted and needed to be done in that scene were him and Alfred escaping from the falling building. How they escaped and how long they took did not matter as long as they were out before the building fell. Arthur had this perfectly timed in his mind as soon as he swept Alfred into his arms and took off running.

Initially, Alfred had squeaked in shock when Arthur had swept him into his arms. The man was a twig but dang! Arthur was a lot stronger than he thought that he was. He began to wonder where the Englishman could possibly hide strength like that in his lithe body. Alfred would admit that he was not a small man and most definitely not one that was easy to carry. Before he knew it, they were out of the collapsing building thought now it was just a pile of rubble as Arthur had gotten them out of there at the very last second.

"And cut!" screams Director von Brock. "Good shot boys! We're moving on to the next scene in 20 minutes!"

Arthur carefully let Alfred go so that the slightly taller blonde could be standing. Alfred was about to thank Arthur for carrying him but the Englishman was already making his way over to where there rubble was. He was soon picking up the slabs of Styrofoam and tossing to the side when Alfred had reached him.

"Alright there, Rowan?" calls Arthur as he grabs his younger sister's now freed hand and pulls her out and too him.

"I could have gotten out of there myself, Arthur," says Rowena in slight annoyance as she dusts herself off before grabbing Toris's hand. "It's not that difficult."

Arthur chuckles lightly at the comment before he ruffles her hair. "You don't have to be so stroppy about Rowena."

"I'm not being stroppy!"

Arthur laughed at his younger sister. "I have you sussed, Rowena. There's nothing that I don't know about you."

"Oh belt up," spat Rowena back as she tugged Toris out before making her way to where Kiku was.

"Is this normal or should I go?" asks Alfred, feeling a little uncomfortable from the arguing siblings.

"It's normal," replies Arthur as he turns to the American, "and about your performance…."

Alfred's heart began to thunder in his chest and he gulped in nervousness. Terrified was one way to describe how he felt at the moment. He knew that he hadn't done much in the scene but he wasn't terrible. Right? There were people worse than him, yes? His nerves immediately calmed when Arthur Kirkland patted his shoulder.

"You weren't terrible but next time don't make me do all the work, rookie," says Arthur with a smile that read "you-better-learn-how-to-act-and-fast."

Before Alfred could even answer him, Arthur was walking away to join the rest of the cast. Oh how Alfred just wanted to laugh this off and smile his way through this but he really didn't want to right now, or rather, it was really hard too. Arthur's comment stung him and he just felt awful about them. Was he really that bad?

"Cheer up Alfred," says Rowena as she claps him on the back, "My brother's always been like that, especially when he's working. Don't let his attitude get your knickers in a twist." She smiles at him. "You'll get better as time passes and you get more experienced."

"Yeah," chuckles Toris as he grins at his friend, "You were great from what I saw. I mean, you did have to act as if you were even a little bit worried about us." He laughs a little. "You were worried, weren't you?"

"You wourd be, right?" asks Kiku, slightly curious to Alfred's response.

"What?" Alfred looked his friends in shock, stunned that they even asked that question! "Of course I'd be worried about you guys! Heck, I'd probably try to save you guys before anything!"

"That's great," says Toris quickly, "Just remember, you're going to be the hero."

"Hero?"

Kiku nods his head sagely. "Of course, you wirr be the American Hero. So act like it!"

"Guys," laughed Alfred, "I doubt that I can pull that off!"

They could hear Director von Brock shouting for his cast to join him for a small meeting and Alfred looked rather nervous. He turns towards his friends and gives them a nervous smile while they reply with their thumbs up and grins on their faces. Toris was mouthing the words, "be the hero" to him repeatedly. Seeing his friends supporting him like that quickly lifted his spirits and he gives them his best "heroic" grin and thumbs up back. If his friends had that much faith in him, he might as well give it a try. There was nothing wrong with trying anything.

As he made his way over to the Director's little circle, he could see his fellow Americans looking at him. Alisa was smirking at him in a rather smug way while Mike just gave him a look that made his blood boil. It was as if they thought that he was a joke. Alfred didn't want to show it but they make him bristle. They didn't have to act out that scene so what were they to judge? Heck! He had read the script and they weren't even in that episode! Alfred just smiled at them; he was going to be a bigger person. He was not going to get riled up and let them know that he was angry. He was just going to smile at them, take it, and possibly tell his friends and brother about it later.

He immediately reconsidered telling his friends and brother. Matthew would make it known that he didn't like them and that would be bad. His friends would find a way to get back at his fellows and that wasn't good either. Maybe he should just keep it too himself? Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. Alfred would keep it too himself and nobody but him would know about it. Things could get very dangerous if his friends and Mattie knew that people were picking on him in some way.

"So what did you think of your first shot, Alfred?" asks Eduard curiously. The rest of the cast turned to look at him and Alfred began to feel slightly nervous.

Alfred chuckled light and scratched the back of his head. "Uh, it was great," says Alfred with a slight chuckle in his voice. "I mean, I had fun and it was great!"

"Um hm," hums Eduard. "Your performance was descent but do try to improve for the next episode, alright Alfred?" He could see promise in the young American, more promise than the other Americans. Alfred had personality; all he needed to do was to have that personality show through.

"I understand, Director," nods Alfred.

"Good," he says, "for the next scene, we've made a few alterations so you and Arthur will not be performing." Eduard then turns to Alisa and Mike and looks at them rather pointedly. "It's your turn to show me as well as the rest of the cast what you two can do." The nodded at him stiffly and Alfred was doing everything he could to hide his amusement. "Okay everyone, let's get back to work. Places!"

Alfred hadn't moved a step when he felt someone grab his shoulder. He turned his head and saw Francis standing there with a smile on his face while Arthur was scowling at him not even three feet away.

"How about you and I do some practicing," says the Frenchman kindly, "I could help you with the next scene if you want. I'm not in this one."

"Really?" asks Alfred, surprised that the Frenchman would even offer to help him. Though he was not as big of a fan of Francis as he was to Arthur, it was still rather surprising that the Frenchman would be paying enough attention to him for offer him help.

Francis nods his head. "Why not?" He then slings his arm around Alfred's shoulders. "You certainly have some talent so why not expand on it." Francis then begins to lead him away to a rather open area.

Francis smirked inwardly when he saw Arthur bristle when he slung his arm around Alfred. He knew that his English cousin wanted to be the one to help out their new American coworker but too bad. He just loved to tease Arthur and Alfred seemed like a good idea. Besides, he actually did want to work with the boy on his acting. He really could see talent and personality in him, just like the rest of the cast, and he only wanted to see him grow and show that personality and talent to the rest of their viewers. Also he wanted to see what the American thought of Arthur. He had seen the look that Alfred had on his face when Arthur was carrying him.

"So Francis," says the American curiously. "What part of the next scene do you want to work on?" He began bobbing back and forth on the balls of his feet.

"Oh, have you read the next scene yet?" asks Francis as he began to skim over his copy of the script.

"Uh yeah, a little."

"So have you seen yours and Arthur's next little bit?" he continues. Francis smirked when he saw the American shake his head. Oh this was going to be fun.

"No, I haven't really looked at it," replies Alfred nervously.

Francis grinned at him. "Then we have much to work on, young Alfred, we have a lot to work on."

Alfred was now at a crossroads when he heard Francis say that. He didn't know whether or not he should be excited or terrified. He decided to pick terrified.


Arthur and Rowena Translation:

1. Stroppy = sulking or being particularly miserable
2. Sussed = If you heard someone saying they had you sussed they would mean that they had you figured out! If you were going to suss out something it would mean the same thing.
3. Belt up = Shut up
4. Don't get your knickers in a twist = Don't get so worked up. Don't get so bothered.

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