Yea, We don't own Hetalia. If we did…lets just say things would be a whole lot different.
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It was that time of the month again.
The one that every woman hated. Especially if you worked under a certain Frenchman's command.
It was Uniform Inspection Day.
Who's bright idea was if for the nurses to wear such scanty things? Pink, extremely small dresses that left any assets you had to be at the mercy of a perverted Frenchman. Of course, it didn't mean that there was just the Frenchman; there were still the elderly that were perverts… Which led to the constant tugging of your skirt- if it could even be called that- so as not to flash the nearest unsuspecting patient… It was nearly impossible to do anything without lifting the stupid skirt up, but jobs are important, the higher ups didn't even care since they got a kick out of it too.
Which makes you screwed.
Royally screwed.
Thus, the reason as to why Alice and Abby were practically running through the hallways- or speed walking for fear of the skirt going up higher than it should- to get FAR away from the Frenchman (who was halfway down the hallway and around the corner) and hide until the coast was clear. In the midst of their scramble for cover, there was a slight sign of hope. An open doorway.
"THIS WAY ALICE! WE STILL MIGHT HAVE A CHANCE!" Abby yelled, making a sharp left into said room.
The room itself was connected to another room, which didn't help quiet the bickering that was currently taking place. Nearest the door was a patient, a man with caterpillar like eyebrows who was yelling towards the other room which housed another patient, a man who was staring at the hamburger poster on the wall, practically drooling, and blatantly ignoring the other man. Both looked to be in their early twenties.
Practically jumping over the bed near the door, the American stopped dead in her tracks for a split second. In that second the man who was clearly yelling at the hamburger loving fool, shut up, not that the nurse noticed, especially since she started to climb into his bed. He was either enamored by her, or in shock. Most likely, it was both.
"A place to hide!" she sang in her mind before peeking out from her hiding place to make sure her friend made it safely. "I'll do anything if you hide us!" She whispered with a distinct American accent. The other young man finally stopped staring at the poster. The thicker eye-browed of the two was about to push her out, blushing from it all. The other man raised a thinner eyebrow, "How many times a year does a woman jump into a bed? Correction, hisbed?"
Obviously, yelling from a chick, cursing British people (mostly his roommate) could wake most people from their reverie. Hand slapping down on the table in an effort to find his glasses, which he oddly enough, named "Texas", he tried to assess the situation. "Whoa, whoa, Artie! Just let her hide! It'll probably be the only time you'll get a chick in your bed while you're here!" He joked, noting the nurse who was clearly trying to burrow under the sheets with a stressed-out look on her face. He was just about to turn towards the window like he always did to watch for eagles when another nurse came barreling in.
"Abby, I swear to god if we get caught I will kill you." She hissed before slamming the door, locking it and running to the other occupant's room. "And you!" she pointed at the American in the bed, "Don't say anything to the bloody frog if he comes in here!" She continued her search for a cubby that would hide her, and she would have continued looking had the American not lifted up his sheets and patted next to him, implying she could hide in his bed. Her face immediately went blank, emotions unreadable despite the high level of sheer terror and stress that was coursing through her, split second decisions were made and she dove for the hiding spot. "We'll explain later, just DON'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT US BEING HERE."
Looking over at her Abby she saw the sliver of pink, ripping off her own cap she caught the attention of the British man and pointed above her head, then pointed at Abby. Thankfully, he understood, and mentioned it to her. She snatched it off her head just in time; someone was knocking on the door. Immediately, they both froze, knowing what was going to happen. The lock slowly turned, and then the door swung open eerily. Abby was counting hot dogs in her head to pass the time under the sheets as Alice was mouthing the words to all the tea recipes she knew. The patients in the room feigned sleep, hearing the footfalls of someone with boots.
Alfred knew the person would notice the lump in his bed that hinted at there being a person, so he slowly bent his leg, and shuffled over to imply the lump was from his other leg, which was actually Alice's. Abby was hidden under some pillows thrown down to make a more believable pillow lump beside him.
"Bonjour! Comment sont mes amants font?" (Hello! How are my lovers today?) The cocky Frenchman tapped the metal frame of the beds with something equally metallic to awaken the men. Both nurses kept their breaths stable, the American one almost having a panic attack from sheer terror of being caught.
It was first the Briton that "woke up", then the American patient with a long stretch of his arms. "What do you want? Bloody frog! Coming in here while we were sleeping!" A crossly response, and obviously, Dr. Bonnefoy didn't care. "Ah. Arthur Kirkland. How's that heart of yours?" He inquired without raising his head from the clipboard with health stats. He took the other bed's board, "And monsieur Alfred, you need to go on a diet. Those extra pounds are no good for that leg." Surprisingly, he hadn't made a comment on the lumps.
"I'm the hero! I don't need help with stuff like that!" The newly appointed Alfred pointed at the Frenchie, a full grin on his face.
Arthur took a pillow (from his other side) and whacked it at the American. "Shut it you piece of lard!"
He made a face of shock, "I'M NOT FAT! I'M FLUFFY!"
"Oh, the both of you are just releasing sexual tensions. Ohonhonhon, when you decide to get rid of them, I'm on speed dial. I am the best with that kind of thing." Dr. L'amour (he preferred that, but the joke among the female nurses that couldn't stand him and the male nurses was that he was called Dr. Desperate) winked at them, to which both of them gave him a face of pure disgust.
"I'M NOT GAY!" Alfred shouted at the professional.
Abby could feel Arthur's twitching, ready to attack the long haired blonde. In a low tone, "Dude, calm your tits." In response he bought down his fist on the pile, a signal to shut up. "Shut it!" He whispered harshly, still looking at the man in front of him. Dr. Bonnefoy raised an eyebrow, and scribbled something onto his personal sheet. "Speaking to himself- shame, I thought he was getting better. No more pain killers for you." The doctor wiggled the purple pen at the Briton.
"No. More. Pain. Killers...?"
He almost pushed the body out of his bed, but the promise reverberated in his mind. "Alfred…" He paused, reading, "no more dessert with those extra pounds." He had a sick cruel mind.
"BUT DUUUUUUUDE! WHHHHY? I'M GUNNA DIE!" The male American pounded on his sheets, "It is 'going to die', you twat." Arthur crossed his arms together, not looking down at the lump that was posing as his disfigured leg.
"I AM GOING TO DIE!" He raised his fists above his head, "Goodbye cruel world, it was good knowing you!"
Alice pressed her lips closed to not let the words "it was nice knowing you, not good,"slip out.
The doctor put back the boards, chuckling at their disparity. "You won't die," He patted the Brit's feet to anger him further. "Wanker," came from the victim, under his breath.
He gave a smile, and started to leave the room. He paused at the exit, with his back to them.
"By the way, tell Nurse Jones and Nurse Kirkland their next inspection will be extrathorough. Ciao!"
Alfred forced himself to see if the coast was clear, and nodded to his friend.
Evidently please with the fact that the Frog had left, he politely (since he was of course, a gentleman, and he was in a good mood) tapped Abby's shoulder. In response the tension in her shoulders relaxed and a sigh of relief left her body. "Thanks dude, He's the worse." She mumbled from under the sheets.
In the meantime, Alice simply rolled off Alfred's bed, landing on her feet, and going towards Abby to drag her from the patient's bed. Stopping momentarily, she turned around and said "Thank you" before beginning to walk again. "Abby. Let's go, he'll probably be back. We need to think of an excuse…" She shuddered at the thought of his return.
Abby popped up from beneath Arthur's covers and nodded solemnly, "The heroine will protect you!" Alice merely gave her one of her famous glares that clearly said "Stop or else." Almost dragging her friend out the door, Abby saluted Arthur as thanks and went to open the door when Alfred called out.
"Aren't you going to explain?" Arthur kept his facial expression neutral to hide the surprise that the idiot could remember things, but nodded his agreement as he was curious as well.
Alice fixed her skirt for possibly the hundredth time that day, and looked up with a cold glare, "its inspection day for the nurses. And not the kind you're thinking. It's run by that bloody frog. Oh I wish I could kill him." She trailed off, almost hissing. Abby, standing behind Alice while fixing her own skirt as well, nodded, quiet for once.
"Wait… So what happens when you don't go?" Alfred, regaining his former glory as the idiot, causing Arthur to want to smack him, asked.
Abby froze while Alice shivered then spat out, "A story for some other time, we have to go back to work." Following that statement, she ushered Abby out the door. "See you guys later!" The American shouted from overhead.
"Wait! We have to come back tomorrow! They didn't tell me what they wanted!"
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