A/N Yeah, I got bored =_= I will finish Stars, I just have an author's block atm, and this was an idea that popped into my head. I know absolutely nothing about medical stuff, most stuff learned from House tbh x'D And I made that percent number up. It sounded good, so I just put it there to fit in. I wrote this because I was bored, but I really want to continue on it, because I love it? 8D yeah, that's it. I love it~ Please tell me what you think too, about everything, and as I said, I'm making the medical stuff up (I couldn't even find a good desease Dx) so yeah. Don't point that out please. But tell me what you think about it 8D I'll stop my rambling now. ENJOY~

I DON'T OWN HETALIA.

Chapter 1

~Smoke~

I saw the smoke before I saw him. The white cloud of smoke coming from his mouth, standing out over the young non-smoking parents with small children holding their hands. When I noticed the smoke I frowned, who smokes at a playground? There were children there god damn it! I myself was joined by my younger brother and the kid he got paid for to babysit play at the swings. But I should get that money, really, since I was the one babysitting the carefree, much like a child, good-for-nothing brother of mine. Not that I minded going to the park, I loved the park, it was just really annoying trying to relax near the bright green trees by the lake under the warm spring sun when you had to watch over two overexcited boys with minds as five year olds (one where five, so it was fine him being like a five year old).

So when I saw the smoke I got pissed. Didn't the bastard know about passive smoking? And near children that are impressionable. He'd probably give us all cancer, that bastard!

So, what did I do? I went to yell at him, of course! He can't just do that in the park!

Soooo, determined to give him the scolding of a lifetime, and irritated to the bone caused by my little brother frequently yelling at me to look at how fucking high he was swinging.

Just fucking GREAT.

When I walked closer, I noticed his white hair. No, not white, rather colorless. It was colorless, no highlights or shifting in any colors, just plain colorless. When I got even closer I noticed the piercing eyes, darting around, looking in every direction possible, watching the playing kids, snuggling teens, talking old people and happy persons running around the lake. I took a good look at him, trying to figure out who the idiot was.

He was pale, beautifully shaped muscles under the tight black t-shirt covered by a red checked west and slim jeans, looking like a statue with his colorless hair, the only thing seeming living was his lips, sucking on the cigarette and puffing out the smoke, and his eyes, never settling on anything. And he was surprisingly hot. Looking all relaxed and all, not hot-relaxed-always-smiling-bastard-person-filled-with-fucking-happiness like my boyfriend Antonio, but hot-relaxed-smoking-badass-workout-god that Antonio could never be since he hated working out.

Suddenly, his red eyes stopped at me. Could feel myself freeze, and not being able to look away from them. The red eyes sucked me in and held me there, staring almost without blinking. They hadn't stopped at anything for the minutes I had watched him, so it caught me by surprise and I clearly wasn't ready for this. So when I finally could zoom out my vision, I saw his lips being curled up in a broad grin. I felt my cheeks heat up, and mentally cursed myself. I didn't even know him!

For a moment I had forgot why I walked over to him in the first place, but when I did, I was determined to finish it.

So stubbornly with clenched fists I started walking again and stopped right in front of him, getting next puff of smoke in my face.

"What do you think you are doing?" I asked when I had finished coughing. Damned smoke, running my clothes and lungs!

"Trying to get you over here" if possible, his grin grew wider and his red eyes stared up at me. "And it worked!"

"Not that" I glared and pointed at the cigarette resting between his fingers. "That."

He looked down at his fingers in surprise, as if he didn't know how it got there and he definitely hadn't sucked on it the other minute.

"This?" He looked up at me who nodded in annoyance as confirmation. "Oh, smoking?" To prove his point he raised his hand to take another puff but I slapped his hand so he dropped it to the ground where I stomped on it. "Hey!"

"Are you crazy? It's children around here!"

"So? I can smoke wherever I want to smoke."

"Ever heard of passive smoking? You'll increase their chances of getting cancer with 1.4%! Not to talk about your chances!"

The grin on his face got back, and he leaned back on the bench, looking disgustingly pleased with himself. "Ah. Is the little doctor worried about my well-being?"

Now seriously pissed, I leaned forward and glared with my famous death-glare that got even a fucking stonewall to pale.

"So what if I am? I hate smokers, they're all suicidal wankers asking to get their lives shortened. As soon as you touch a cigarette it's like saying "Oh, look at me! Being all cool and stupid trying to kill myself with this pathetic excuse of tobacco stick~. Oh I'm so cool~!" But guess what, you are all fucking wrong! Smoking doesn't give you anything but a shortened life where you die before you turn forty-five and leave behind all of the people you love and care about, and only idiots does that! So suck it up and stop this shit you fucking dick-head."

And after that I stood up and quickly turned around to walk away towards Feliciano's questioning shouting. I tried really hard not to stop at a tree and punch the bark so hard my knuckles would be bleeding for three days. That'd only be stupid; I wouldn't give the bastard that. Neither would I turn around, it was bad enough having to watch his face for as long as it took to scold him.

"Who was that one you where talking to?" Feli just had to ask, didn't he? He had slowed the swing down, not sitting on it without swinging back and forth so I could watch him without having to turn my head. "Is he a friend of yours brother?" He tried to look over my shoulder at the man who had probably taken out a cigarette again and was now happily puffing as if his life depends on it, which it does in the bad way.

"Never. I would never be friends with a jerk like him."

Oh, how Feli would make me eat up those words.

And little did I know that he had only taken out the cigarette and put it between his lips without lighting it, and was now sitting with his hands in his pockets staring up the clear blue sky.

Xxx(OxO)xxX

"Doctor Vargas, we need you on the first floor."

I frowned and looked up at the speaker hanging in the roof in disbelief. I had already been there three times today! How many times did they plan on making me run up and down those devilish stairs? I bet the whole system decided to make me go down there today just because the elevator was broken. JUST. TODAY. Fucking great if you ask me. Damn breaking elevator.

But I didn't have a choice did I? My home floor was the third, the children's ward. I had worked in the emergency room on the first floor my first three years at the hospital, I was the best doctor they had. So even though my young age I soon became team leader in the E.R, before I asked to get transferred to the children's ward. I couldn't take the pressure. After I saw a few people die in front of my eyes, under my hands bloodied by their blood, I broke. I couldn't bear the thought that I wasn't able to save them, that there was people still waiting for them at home, just like me and Feli had waited… all for nothing. So, after the whole building-catching-fire-and-falling-down-on-a-hundred-people-who-almost-everyone-died-right-on-the-spot-only-feets-away-from-me-accident a few years ago I decided I couldn't take it, and it was either quit or get transferred, I choose the latter. I couldn't afford losing my job with Feli still studying, and me having to stay strong for him. And since I didn't really mind children, they're easy to talk to, before they learn how to tell lies and using sarcasm, I ended up there. They still needed my help in the E.R sometimes, so if they called me, I came. That was the deal around here. They couldn't let their best doctor go to waste after all.

Ten minutes later, after dashing down the stairs to that damned first floor, which I didn't like if you didn't get the hint, I stood slightly panting in the doorway, looking around for whoever it was who called me.

"Doctor Vargas!"

Found him.

It was Eduardo, a man who was three years older than me, but looked like he was twenty three, and he always seemed nervous because of something. He had popped out his head from behind a curtain in the other end of the room, and was waving like a speeded mad-person on too much sugar cubes. I thought his shoulder would pop if he continued waving like that, so I hurried over, feeling the usual wave of nausea roll through my stomach, getting prepared for whatever I was about to face. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, maybe just a popped shoulder or a scraped knee.

…Then what where they doing in the E.R?

To hell with it!

Much too like the movies, I dramatically pulled the curtain away, exposing whatever there was to be exposed behind it. To my surprise I wasn't met by blood. None at all, in fact. But what met me made me freeze. It was him again. That idiot with colorless hair from the park. The smoking bastard. I snorted and walked in, reaching for his journal.

"Lung cancer or what?" I asked, flipping through the papers, not wanting to look at him. Call me childish, but hey! That bastard was a smoker!

"Worse!" Eduardo gasped, clutching my white coats arm. "He came here with stomach pains, I think his kidney's are-"

"Yeah, yeah, cut the crap. Hey, lil doc! When can I go home?" The man on the bed spoke, tapping impatiently with his fingers on the edge of it.

I frowned at the nickname he had given me, and flipped to the first page again to look at his name. Gilbert Beilschmidt. Probably German.

"Mister Beilschmidt…. Is it?" I ignored him and continued to flip the papers, looking for a diagnosis or something so I knew what to work on. "Why are you here?"

"Like I said! He-"

"My tummy hurt just a bit" The idiot with colorless hair – Gilbert – shrugged and stared at me with his red eyes. "It's nothing serious."

"He's ly-"

"I would appreciate if you stopped lying to me, Mister Beilschmidt" I said and threw the journal to Eduardo when I realized I wouldn't get anything from the messy handwriting the other sloppy doctors had wrote about the man sitting in front of me, dangling his legs like another freak I knew. "I can see you sitting here, and to be honest I would be really happy if you'd just tell me that yes, you have lung cancer so I can laugh you in the face, start your treatment and then get you out of my life, but I'm a doctor, we can't ask you to do that. So if you'll be so nice and tell me already, we'll both be happy and away from each other's throats sooner." I rested my arm on the bed, and leaned on it, could make myself comfortable since this would probably take a while. "Stopped smoking yet?"

"For your information, mister Hi-I'm-a-little-know-it-all-doctor-with-a-stick-up-my-ass-who-thinks-I-can-save-your-life-with-death-glares, No, I haven't stopped smoking" he leaned towards me, the usual grin washed away from his face, and he looked angry. "What I have, is none of your concern. Slowly, my organs are failing. Every single one. They even stopped replacing them, since they'll fail too. They stopped wasting organs on me a long time ago, and they don't have a cure. They don't even know what it's called. I'm dying you little bitch. The doctors say I have a year, maximum. And I decided to do WHATEVER THE FUCK I want to do during that time, so if I get lung cancer sure, I'll be dead before I notice anyway. I don't even know when I'll die. I could just drop down right now, stone dead in front of your pretty feet." He leaned back again, still glaring at me, but now with much less fire. "I just stopped care."

I looked at him in shock. "B-but don't you have any relatives? Someone who's be heartbroken if you died?"

He shrugged. "My parents threw me out when I was fifteen. I travelled around for some years, before I ended up at West's parents' house. When they died I took care of him. But he's old enough to take care of himself, he even has a boyfriend. My friends are long gone."

"West?" I asked. What a strange name for someone. "Boyfriend?"

"Ludwig. Yeah, I think his name is Feli or something."

I felt myself froze again, and finally looked up to face him. "Feli? Feliciano Vargas?"

"Yeah-"

"Ludwig? Luddy? Are you cousin with Luddy?"

"…That's what I said yeah."

"Holy crap!" I swore and punched the bed hard. This couldn't be happening. Feli had told me about Ludwig's cousin. The serious German was constantly worrying about his cousin who was dying, and he looked everywhere for a cure. He was saving up money to whatever surgery needed to be done, and he even gave away some to Feli. He was working his ass off for this bastards sake, something about him being the only relative left that he was able to love. He loved him like a brother, more than he loved his own parents. His parents for fuck's sake. Do you realize what that mean? It means that if the bastard dies, Ludwig will break. And if Ludwig breaks, Feli will break (he has always broke when someone he loves around him breaks). And if they break, I'll have to take care for both of them, and I don't know how long I'll be able to keep it up if I can't even keep it up now?

I sigh and massages my temples in a try to get my aching, spinning head to stop. What to do, what to do…

"Hey, if it's giving you a headache, stop thinking about it" Gilbert said, the usual smirk back. "Work for me."

I turn to him and points right at him. "The doctors said a year, right?"

He nods and looks at me in slight confuse. "Yeah, why?"

"In one year, I'll give your sorry ass a reason to live, and save you" I say, sounding a lot more determined than I felt.

Gilbert now looked at me in pure puzzlement. Before his lips curled up in a grin and he burst out laughing. I didn't move an inch, my face dead serious and glaring at him as he bent over, not being able to hold him up while laughing so hard. After a good five minutes he had settled down enough to breath and gave me an amused look.

"Good luck, lil doc. Though I doubt you'll succeed."

Now it was my turn to smirk.

"Challenge accepted."

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