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"Are you sure about this?" asks Alfred, not quite comfortable with the lack of space between him and Francis and they position that they were in. As much as Alfred usually enjoyed close contact, this was just a little too close for him.

Francis grins at him, but there was nothing innocent about that smile. "I'm positive; this is a part of the scene that you and my cousin will be acting out soon, so might as well get the hang of it."

Once they had gone a distance away from where the filming was taking place, Francis had stopped and smiled at him. He said that this was where they would begin. Alfred tilts his head in confusion. Why did they have to go so far away from everybody else just to practice? Sure, he could understand that Francis didn't want their rehearsal to interfere with the cinematography but why did they have to walk half a mile away just so that they could practice what he need to practice?

"I'm really grateful that you're helping me," says Alfred suddenly, he wasn't comfortable with the silence that was between them.

"Wonderful," replies Francis, "Now let's get started. Do you have your script?"

Alfred nods his head and holds up the bundle of papers. Even though he had been "studying" it for the past few weeks, he could never get over how heavy and thick it was. It had never occurred to him that so much detail went into writing a movie or a show, but he guessed that it was necessecary to produce the masterpieces that he would watch on television. Well…the vast majority of what he watched were masterpieces and then there were the shows where it was pretty obvious that they just kind of threw it together at the last minute with little or no thought behind it what so ever.

"Good," says Francis curtly before giving the American an analytical look. Alfred began to feel as if he were a bug under a microscope, as if he was being dissected ever so slowly and every bit of him being looked at under the critical eye of the one who held the scalpel. "Now Alfred, your performance out there was very dry and I will be blunt with you; no one enjoys watching a dry character." Alfred gulped. "Now, now don't be scared. You're lucky that your dryness can be remedied very easily," Francis chuckles with a wave of his hand. "You have personality and we have just got to find a way to get that to shine through. Do you understand?"

Alfred nodded. "I understand."

"Good, now let's take a look at the script and see what we have to work with. I will play Arthur while you act as you."

Alfred nodded once more and turned his attention to the papers in his hand. He quickly flipped to the next scene that he would be performing in and carefully looked over it. He and Arthur would be in a car for the first great chunk of the scene before they transitioned over to where the "base" was. As Alfred began to read over what happened at the base, his cheeks became reminiscent of a fire engine. His face was practically glowing and Francis could hardly hold back his amusement from watching the Alfred. The poor kid was embarrassed much too easily but they could work with that.

"So, did you enjoy what you read?" teased Francis.

"Do I really have to do that?" asks Alfred, the thought of Arthur Kirkland and he together like that was both a dream come true and his worst nightmare. To be that close to the man he went crazy over was just rather unexpected, especially so soon!

"Of course!" Francis grins. "Now let's begin."

He decided to give Alfred a few minutes to recompose so that they could properly begin acting out the scene. It would hardly be amusing if the boy was already flustered. Some may call Francis cruel for doing this to the poor American but Francis thought that the writers and director was rather cruel for writing him with those other two Americans. Besides, it was fun to see Alfred so flustered. Once Francis saw that Alfred was ready, they began and Francis did the best impression of Arthur's accent that he could muster.

"Quick! After me!"

"B-but what about my friends?"

"Leave them! They're dead."

"B-b-but…."

Francis glared at the terrified Alfred. "Do you want to end up like them? Dead?" Alfred quickly shook his head. "Good! Then come with me." Francis then closed his script and smiled over at Alfred. "I think that you have that portion down and I don't think that we should really work on the car portion. It's rather dull."

"Really?" asks Alfred curiously.

"I am serious Alfred," replies Francis, "besides; we need to start working on when you and Arthur are at the base." Francis grinned while Alfred's face drastically paled out. "Now Alfred, like it or not, you are going to have learn how to perform that scene as it comes up rather soon. Now suck it up and act it out like a man!"

"O-o-okay," stammers Alfred nervously as he flipped to that part in his script. It was a part of the scene that he was dreading because of the close and rather intimate contact that he would be having with his fellow actor. He began to wonder who had written it and exactly why they had written it. His character was new to the show and to have him be so close with a character like Arthur Kirkland – a fan favorite – would cause quite a stir. This couldn't end well from what he could see.

Suddenly he found himself pinned up against the wall with Francis's hands on either side of his head. Alfred let out a squeak as Francis soon had a predatory smirk on his face. It was far different than the kind, jovial smile that he wore previously. Alfred couldn't help but feel slightly afraid of the Frenchman as he shrunk back slightly. He knew that he should try to fight back but something in him just said to not to. He was definitely not comfortable with this position. Alfred watched as Francis began to move closer and closer to him. What was he supposed to do? Why wasn't his body responding? Why couldn't he move? He needed to move!

Suddenly, Francis was tossed aside and in front of him was Arthur Kirkland. Alfred stood there in shock, unable to grasp what had just happened before him. Just a second ago, Francis was getting closer to him and then Arthur just appeared! What just happened? Also, Arthur looked rather livid; his eyes glowing like a copper fire.

"Francis!" spat Arthur, "Explain yourself!"

"What is there to explain?"

"Don't play dumb with me, you frog!" Arthur glared at the Frenchman. "Explain to me why you had Alfred against that wall!"

Francis chuckled casually while grinning over at his cousin. "We were just practicing your next scene, Arthur. There's nothing to worry about."

Alfred was shocked to hear that Arthur was the slightest bit worried about him. Did Francis have a reputation or something? Had he done something wrong when he had gone to practice with Francis? Suddenly he found Arthur's angry eyes on him; he gulped.

"And you!" ordered Arthur. "Go back to the set, we're about to start."

Alfred nodded rapidly and hurried away, not wanting to endure anymore of Arthur's anger. That man was terrifying when angry. He never expected to ever see Arthur Kirkland as angered as he was now. Sure he had seen him annoyed, tired, and just overall exhausted at times but angry? He had never seen the man angry until now. As Alfred hurried away, he made a silent promise to himself. While he was doing this show with Arthur Kirkland, he would try everything in his power to not anger the Englishman ever again.

It was not Arthur's intention to frighten Alfred but if it was necessary, then he would do it. Alfred did not need to witness his conversation with Francis. What he said to his cousin did not need to meet the American's ears at all.

"What are you playing at?" asks Arthur coolly.

"Whatever do you mean Arthur?"

"Don't play dumb with you!" shouted Arthur as he glared at Francis. "Alfred. What are you doing with him?"

Francis chuckled, oh how simple it was to read Arthur. The man was practically an open book, wearing his heart on his sleeve just like Alfred. "Why are you so worried about him?" asks Francis as he pats Arthur on the shoulder, earning a glare from the Englishman. "You know I wouldn't try anything too scandalous with him."

"Yes but I would rather not have to deal with a traumatized American."

Francis smiled at Arthur. 'Oh Arthur,' thought Francis teasingly. 'Why can't you just say it?' It was fun to play with Arthur. "We have to get back to set now Arthur," says Francis simply. "We mustn't be late."

Arthur continued to glare at Francis. He didn't know what the Frenchman was up to but it was most likely not good. He let out a heavy sigh before hurrying off in the same direction as Francis. Arthur could deal with Francis, but he didn't want to have to deal with an angry director. As nice as Eduard von Brock was, he could be quite the frightening man when things did not go as he wanted them to.

Arthur had arrived on site just as the filming was about to start. Just one peek over at Eduard and he could tell that the man was not amused. Arthur inwardly cringed, this wasn't good. He was already on the director's bad side so that meant that he would have to work a little harder than usual to please Eduard. The better that he could act, the quicker he would get back on Eduard's good side. He took a careful glance over at Alfred and the American seemed nervous. Oh great, another challenge for him. He had to act exceptionally well to please Eduard and he would have to do that with a nervous American.

What did he do to deserve this fate?

"AND ACTION!" shouted Eduard.

"Quick! After me!"

Arthur's hand quickly snatched Alfred's wrist and he began to drag the American after him and towards a silver Infinity G7.

"B-but what about my friends?" stammered Alfred as his eyes were fixed upon the "ruins" of his place of employment.

Arthur glared at Alfred over his shoulder ever so slightly. "Leave them!" ordered Arthur coldly. "They're dead."

"B-b-but…." Began Alfred as Arthur stopped and shoved him into the passenger seat of the car before jumping into the driver's seat himself, "What about my friends?"

"Forget about them!" spat Arthur as he stomped on the gas pedal. "They're dead."

"But I have to go back for them," pleaded Alfred as he clutched the sides of his seat in fear. "Please! We have to!"

"AND WHAT?!" Arthur's foot hit the break and they were brought to a screeching halt. Alfred lurched forward before Arthur quickly slammed him back into the seat after placing the car in park. "What are you going to do with them? Do I have to spell it out to you, you bloody idiot? They. Are. Dead. What good is a dead body? Can you bring them back to life? I don't think so." He quickly pulled away from the frightened American and leaned back into his chair, releasing a heavy sigh. "Look," he said, sounding much calmer than before. "I'm sorry about your friends dying, but we just have to keep going now. There's no turning back from here on out."

Alfred had his head in his hands as he slumped over with his elbows on his knees. "But where are we going?" he asked softly before turning his head and looking over at the Englishman, who had begun driving again. "I don't even know who you are and now we're going places together?"

"The name's Kirkland," says Arthur coolly, "Arthur Kirkland. I'm an agent for the United Nations; I suppose that you've heard of them?"

Alfred nodded slowly. "But isn't the UN supposed to promote peace and international cooperation?"

"Yes but don't forget that the world also has an ugly side, a darker side." Arthur began to pull into the parking lot of a larger skyscraper. "While the peace talks and international cooperation occurs in the light of day, people like me take care of the ugly, more menacing side of the world in the dark of night." Arthur pulled into a parking space and parked the car. "We're here."

"Where's here?"

"Just follow me."

Alfred quickly got out of the car and followed after the English man. He couldn't help but be mesmerized by the building as they entered. The place looked sterile, reminding him a bit like a hospital in a way. The white marble floors were gleaming as if they had just been polished a minute ago and the white walls were spotless with no hint of damage or age of any sort on them. Hushed whispers, the tapping of shoe heels, and sounds of computers and other office supplies broke the silence of the building. Alfred couldn't help but stare at the people around him and Arthur in awe. They all wore crisp business suits in black, grey, and navy but every suit carried the same pin. It was gold and depicted a map of the world framed by olive branches, it was the emblem of the United Nations.

"Come on," whispered Arthur as he pulled Alfred into an elevator. "We have to hurry."

"But why?" Arthur looked at him in confusion. "Why am I here?"

"You mean after all of this, you don't know?"

Alfred looks at Arthur in confusion this time. "What do you mean I don't know? Of course I don't know!"

"I always get the difficult ones don't I," sighs Arthur as he hits a button one the elevator with his fist. The elevator jerked to a halt and both men stumbled. Alfred fell back against the back wall of the contraption while Arthur fell on top of him.

When he fell, Alfred's head had smacked against the hand railing on the wall. That rendered him a tad bit dizzy and disjointed. When he finally regained all control of his thoughts and mind, his face lit up like the Fourth of July when he noticed the position that he and Arthur were in. Arthur was on top of him and between his legs. The Englishman's arms were on either side of him, pinning him in the position he was currently in. Alfred held his breath, too afraid to breathe.

"Do you want to know why I brought you here?" asks Arthur in a hoarse whisper. "Do you honestly don't know why I brought you here?"

Alfred shook his head. He honestly didn't know.

"Look Alfred," began Arthur slowly. "That explosion at the bar, that wasn't an accident." Arthur watched as Alfred's eyes widened in surprise. "That was deliberate. Someone is after your life Alfred and right now, we don't know why."

"But what did I do?" he breathed.

"We don't know," replies Arthur gently. "But we do have a plan to find out. We want you to join us Alfred." Alfred's eyes widened in shock. "The best way for us to find out why they are after you is if you join us, so that we can keep an eye on you." Arthur sighed. "I hope you understand that we really want to help you Alfred and we hope that you'll let us."

"Okay." Arthur looked at him in surprise. "Okay, I'll join you." Alfred diverted his eyes slightly out of shyness. "I'll help you figure out who's after me."

The next move was one that Alfred could never have expected, ever. Arthur Kirkland placed his lips gently on Alfred's forehead. Alfred felt his breath hitch as his heart began to thunder in his chest as his blood raced to his checks. Arthur Kirkland kissed him.

"Then welcome to the team, Agent Jones."

So when is the next update? I honestly don't know. Most likely in a few weeks when I finally get a slightly long break off of school.

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