How the hell'd we wind up like this?

[Khaki]

"Bon, gud, oui." He smiled at Red weakly, way out of it. On the machine it showed that his heartbeat was irregular, way too weak and beating so slow that it could have been stopped. His eyes closed slightly as he felt the kiss on his cheek and he nuzzled the others face gently. If he'd been more with the world he might have been surprised that the other was showing affection in the workplace.

Gently his hand reached out, weakly tugging at him until he could kiss him fully. Screw whoever was in the room. His hand fell weakly and he winced. He had jarred his injured arm and it was now sending hot tingles throughout him. He swooned a little, and his heartbeat skipped and started to fail. Well fuck that had hurt like a bitch. "Je...don'...vant to die Rouge..." He said so softly...pleading with him.

[ShadesofGrey]

Red allowed himself to be kissed and he kissed back but boy was his face a bright red when he stood up. He stood back and ordered that they do more than what was already being done. He may as well have been the second best to being the Ambassador. He felt like it anyway, then again that was a good bit of his ego too. One man came over after finging the blood that would be transfused in with Francois remaining. Then they began to operate after pushing the Spaniard out of the way, over into a different corner of the room, they had also put a bit of a new chemical that they had been working on into the red heads' body.

It was supposed numb the pain, to give the heart a bit of aid, and it was also supposed to help with the bleeding incase something was hit wrong or they just came in that bad. They removed the knife from his shoulder and did everything that could be done in his best interest, stitched him up then wrapped up everything again before letting his body rest.

[Khaki]

Eventually he steadied out, face slack in normal sleep. The pain meds and the blood transfusions bringing color back to his face and regularity to his body functions. His arm would heal in time, and it was a good damn thing it wasn't his dominant arm. If he wasn't able to do his work he'd be something fucking pissed. He'd make White regret ever meeting him. His metal working was his life.

In his sleep he murmured soft things, most unable to be made out, and some plain. Like when he asked for Red beneath his breath, unconsciously seeking the man's comfort. A few times he said 'love' and 'White'. Every now and then he would whimper and say something in French that roughly translated to 'forgive me'. Once he even murmured 'Je desole'. His mind on other matters as he slept.

[ShadesofGrey]

Red could only stand back, watch and wait. He didn't move, nor even flinch when they made horrible noises come from whatever it was that they were doing. As soon as the finished he sighed a bit relieved, one of the doctors came over and told him that Francois should be okay, but he'd need to be down for a while to rest and heal. The Spanish male only nodded and waited for all of them to leave before he made his way over and sat next to the sleeping Frenchman in the closest by chair to his good side. Taking Francois' good hand into his own ever so gently and began to lightly stroke it with his thumb, whispering comforting words out of his true nature.

[Khaki]

Francois was glad to feel the man's hand on his, even in his sleep he could feel him. It eased the murmuring anyway, and his hand gently curled in his. The redhead was bothered by what White had said, and wondered why...he was in love, he had defected because of it...and other reasons but...still...it shouldn't be bothering him in his sleep like this.

After a few hours his singular eyes fluttered open and he focused on Red, blinking slowly. This time, when he spoke, it was in his regular English. "...Red?"

[ShadesofGrey]

Red had dozed off for a little while but luckily had woken in time to be up before Francois woke up. He jumped when he did though, being rather alarmed by it, he was caught off guard sadly. "Heh....Well look who's back up...Sleep well?" He asked in a soft tone. Then he saw the look of questioning on the redhead's face and nodded.


"What do you remember?" He was rather good at reading faces, he had learned over the years, and Paulie was a big reason too. "You, Frenchie, are now a full member of our Nation..." He said taking the files out of their folder and laying them on the younger male's lap. They were Francois' files for sure. "You completed your last mission but got injured, amor, and now you are resting up and healing slowly in the medical ward. Any other questions?" He asked as he leaned in and kissed his cheek again, happy that he was going to be okay.

[Khaki]

A full member. A grin stretched his features and he winked lazily, "Guess that makes it official eh?" He had read his file before exiting the building, surprised that they had known he had mafia connections...Surprised by a lot of stuff they knew actually. "I slept well, oui." he murmured, squeezing the others hand once he realized it was tangled in his own.

He gently turned into the kiss so that the kiss aimed for his cheek caught him on the mouth. And he smiled around it. Gently he watched him. "Does that mean I'm good now? Completely and unobtrusively yours?" He breathed, quiet enough not to be overheard, as red didn't like being teased in front of the others.

[ShadesofGrey]

Ah, another kiss stolen from him, he didn't mind all that much, if he would have said he did it would have been a lie and a half. Red grinned, with a slight chuckle. "It means you're officially an agent....And you may be able to call yourself mine...Maybe.." He said with a playful tone, teasing Francois. What do you say to that?" He asked, prodding at his good arm.


"By the way..." He asked softly. "How do you feel? Are you in pain, because we could fix that...If you were that is..." He said stumbling over his words as a slight blush took hold of his cheeks, he hadn't really cared about anyone this much before, other than his ex, Azule, better known as Paulie, but Red had his name for everyone.

[Khaki]

"Only maybe?" He smiled at him, a little wearily still, but better than before. "Those're pretty good odds considering..." He gently stroked his fingers over the others hand, "I say that I'm glad....no...I'm so happy to be a part of red Nation...to be with you." he said softly, smiling at him softly. Mushy? Maybe. On pain meds and tired? Yes. In his nature...hell yeah.

"I'm...alright...just tired really...can't really feel much...figure its the pain meds still." He grinned at the blush, his good arm reaching up to gently stroke his cheeks. "Your so handsome Red." He murmured, fingers moving to run through the other mans hair gently. He like dhow the other was concerned about him. It was so...nice.

[ShadesofGrey]

"I'm glad you're here to join us in our Nation." the Spaniard said taking the other's hand up to his lips and kissing it lightly on the knuckles. Red only blushed more hearing that he was handsome, he knew he looked good but he wasn't always going to be modest about it. (Yea right, s'what he tells himself.) He smiled a little, sheepishly but a smile, allowing the other to do what he pleased. "Alright, now then, here's what's gonna happen, okay?" He asked smoothly, his voice gentle. "I'm going to go out for a while and you're going to stay here and rest, then I will come back to you. Okay?" He wanted revenge for this, this wrong doing to Francois. And he knew just the guy to turn on. White, that bastard the White Nation called their top agent.

He didn't give the Frenchman much time to consider this as he stood up. Not thinking of anyone else really being around, he leaned over and gave the redhead a kiss on the cheek and another on the forehead. "I'll be back, I promise." With that he left, not really sure of where the target was but knowing that he was going to find him and make his life rather unpleasant.

[Alabama]

White was pissed beyond the fact of reason. After his guilty spell all he felt was anger, anger towards the Red Nation, for taking a white agent, one of his agents. He was angry at Francois for abandoning the white nation to go to the Red. What the hell, just urrrgh. His thoughts were all jumbled together, creating angry mushed up boiling...just..anger soup in his mind. He walked with an angery stomp to his step, ready to punch the first person who said something to him. His coat whipped in the wind, his eyes glaring at the sidewalk, keeping his hat down to hide them.

He hated the Red nation, the white nation, being an agent, living, he hated himself for being so angry at everything. Most of all, he hated how he had treated one of the white nations best rising agents. He lost a good agent and treated him like shit. Was it really worth it....living like this. He pondered this while leaning against the outside of a building that he stopped at after getting tired of stomping around angrily.

[ShadesofGrey]

Red had walked hastily back to where they had found Francois, he wasn't going to let that go untaken care of. He was rather pissed that someone would do that to the poor redhead. He was such a sweetie after all. Kind of like Paulie he thought, but with less of an edge, which he didn't mind really. Anger boiling in his blood he kept up his pace, huffing rather than just breathing. Then he saw what he was looking for moments later along his 'walk out'.

A grim smirk was poised wonderfully on his lips and his eyes were narrowed and halfway hidden by the brim of his red fedora. Letting the tension go in his muscles, his shoulders puffed back to being as brood as they usually were. He stopped a few feet away from White and snarled. "Hey fucker!" He demanded the White agents attention and clearly he was going to have it now. He didn't hesitate to step straight up to him and deliver a blow to the other's cheek.

[Alabama]

White only had time to put a cigarette in his mouth and turn before he was socked right in the kisser, falling back and loosing his calming method to the dirty sidewalk. He shook his head, the taste of blood engulfing his taste buds, choking him out of a cough. He whiped his mouth, to confirm he was bleeding, and stood up, getting his footing straight. "What the hell!?" He turned around, his coat flaring in the wind, his hair ruffled as his white hat lay on the ground.

He wasn't quite sure why he was hit, until he saw his attacker and then it was obvious. ".........what do you want?" He growled through bleeding teeth, his throat harsh as he spat out the words of hatred that he ever so felt of the red nation at the moment.

[ShadesofGrey]

Red snarled at him. Oh how dare that White Nation piece of trash dare to stand back up. Hell, he didn't care that the man was one of the most top agents. "I want your arm....ripped off of your worthless body." He kept his tone low trying to un-nerve his opponent of the moment. "You piece of shit." He spat the words at him with venom dripping off every one.

Keeping his ground he began to halfway circle the man most knew as White, he was sizing him up, knowing that he shouldn't try something too stupid. He didn't have the time to be laid out injured. Another grin, more sly than the last, as he stopped while standing behind him. "Do you regret what you've done?" He mused in a cold manner.

[Alabama]

"Oh....you're here because of that traitor...guess the Red Nation really is better for him then, fighting his fights for him." His words came straight from the hatred in the pit of his stomach. If they had made it to his brain, he probably would have held his tongue, but lets face it, spies rule: punch first, ask questions later...or get your ass beat, which ever comes first.

His eyes followed the other, waiting for another attack, his eyes glaring straight into the eyes of the other. "heh.....The only thing I regret is ever feeling pity for that peice of lowlife garbage you're protecting!" He snarled, being stupid like he sometimes was.

(thats white, Francios is a sweetie!! >=0 )