Story: You Idiot
Author: Dire Russia
Summary: Arthur and Alfred meet by accindent, in the hostpital, and become friends. Human AU. Real names used, and they are children. Rated T for some vulgur language.
Rating: T
Genre: Romace/Drama
Pairing(s): Alfred x Arthur, Spain x Lovino, Francis x Matthew, Toris x Felkis, Toris x Ivan, Toris x Natalia, Ludwig x Feliciano, Roderick x Elizabith
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"ARTHUR! Are you alright?" Francis asked, and dropped his baseball bat, and rushed over to Arthur, who was rolling on the ground in pain.

"No you git! The freaking ball hit me right in the shin!" he growled, with tears streaming down his face.

"I'm sorry! Hey! Antonio! Gilbert! Help me with him will you?" Francis called to the other boys.

Two boys came over, aswell as some other boys. The brown haired boy leaned over Arthur and grinned. "Mi amigo, you're supposed to move when the ball comes toward you. Or catching it would be good too." he commented.

"Shut up Antonio!" Arthur growled, and swatted his face away.

The white haired boy crossed his arms. "Arthur is a blödmann, It's his fault he got hit with the ball. He should just hobble all the way to the hospital by himself if he's that hurt." he huffed, and glared at Arthur.

A taller blonde haired boy came by the white haired boy and slapped him upside the head. "Gilbert! Don't be such a heartless hündin. Help them out, or I'll get someone else awesomer to help." he growled.

Gilbert threw his arms over his head. "Fine Ludwig! I'll be...nice." Gilbert spat out the last word.

Ludwig sort of smiled. "Good. Now go help Arthur out. I'll keep everyone in check while you guys are gone." he said, switching to drill sergent mode.

Gilbert grinned. "Good Luddy. That's what you do best."
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"Ow! Are you sure that this helps?" Arthur yelped, when the nurse wrapped up his leg.

She nodded. "Yes Mr. Kirkland. It will help, I'm afraid you'll have to stay here for the night. The doctor wants to take a look at your leg tomorrow. I'll inform your parents. Mr. and Mrs. Kirkland I believe?" she asked.

Arthur shook his head. "I don't have parents. I live in an orphanage, the only family I have is my brother, Peter." Arthur replied.

"Older?"

"No ma'am. Younger." he replied.

She sighed. "I'll call the orphanage then. I'll check on you later, alright?" she asked.

He nodded, and with that, she left the room. Leaving Arthur to look out the window of his hospital window. He heard running outide his door, and shouting. He turned his head, and found the door bursting open. And a young boy running through it.

He had blonde hair, darker than Arthur's; he was tall; and he had deep blue eyes that gleamed with mischief. He ran up to his bed, Arthur noticed that the boy had a bandage wrapped around his forehead, and his right arm was in a sling. When the boy reached Arthur's bed, he grinned.

"Hey! I heard your the new guy here! My name's Alfred. Pleased to meetcha! What's your name?" he grinned, and held out his hand for Arthur to shake.

Arthur was overwhelmed with his loud voice for a second, but then shook Alfred's hand wearily. "Arthur, nice to meet you." he said as polietly as he could.

Alfred's grinned widened. "Ahhhh! So your British. Cool! Whatcha do to hurt yourself?" he suddenly asked.

Arthur was about to say something when the doctor appeared in the doorway, breathless. "Alfred! What in blazes do you think your doing?" he panted.

Alfred turned and grinned. "Oh hey Broderick! I'm just chattin' up Arthur here! He looks so bored! Why don't you get him magazines or something?" he asked.

'Broderick' shook his head. "Dr. Hugh to you Alfred. Fine, I'll get him some magazines or something. Now, go back to your room. Dr. Khan wants to check on your forehead and arm okay?"

Alfred pumped his fist in the air. "Alright! Kervin's way more fun that you are Broddy!"

Dr. Hugh shook his head. "Just go Alfred. I'll have a talk with you later about misbehaving. Now, go. I'm sure Dr. Khan's waiting for you."

"Ok Broddy! But can I see Arthur again? I bet he's really cool! If he talks more." Alfred remarked as he left the room.

Dr. Hugh chuckled. "I'll think about it."

After Alfred left, Dr. Hugh entered the room, looking flustered. "I'm sorry about that." he coughed.

Arthur shook his head. "It's alright. That's like a normal day at the orphanage." Arthur remarked.

Dr. Hugh smiled. "I see. Well, I best be going. I'll see you in the morning." he said, and shuffled out of the room.

"Wait, why is he here? His bandage on his head looks really bloody. What happpened?" Arthur asked before he left the room.

Dr. Hugh turned, and gave him a sad smile. "I'll tell you in the morning Mr. Kirkland," he said. "Oh, and I'll have a nurse bring up your magazines."

He nodded. "Thank you."

Dr. Hugh nodded, and left the room, leaving Arthur to his thoughts.
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"Dr. Hugh. You said you'd tell me about Alfred today while you were checking my leg." Arthur said, and grunted in pain when Dr. Hugh touched a spot on his shin.

"Oh yes. Well, looks like your leg is broken. We'll have to cast it. As for Alfred, I'll tell you." he sighed, and sat the edge of my bed.

Arthur leaned forward, eager to listen. Alfred and him talked a lot yesterday, but it was mostly Alfred. He was just a big goof, Arthur was interested by how he got hurt.

"Well, Alfred comes here on a regular basis. Because of his abusive father, his mother and father got a divorce when he was younger. He also has a brother, Matthew, who lives with his mother. Alfred's father is a drunk, and beats Alfred when he feels like it, which is a lot. He makes the injuries so severe so that he has to be taken to the hospital. We stopped charging the bill, because we know Alfred's father won't pay it, and Alfred is like everyone's little boy. I was thinking about either sending him to the orphanage, or adopting him myself. But, his father won't give him up without a fight. Proabaly sue the hospital, and do everything he can to make sure Alfred remains in his custody. Alfred's being sent back today, and he knows it. He cries and tells me I'm a horrible preson for sending him back, belive me If it were my choice, I'd have him stay here. But, it's not. So, I'll have to deal with being guilty until Alfred comes back with worse injuries. He'll eventually kill Alfred, he's only a twelve-year-old boy. He can't take that kind of abuse." Dr. Hugh said, his voice slightly shaking.

Arthur's mouth gaped. He would never have guessed that. "Can I see him?"

Dr. Hugh glanced at Arthur in surprise. Then nodded. "Alright, It'll make him struggle less I guess."

Dr. Hugh wheeled over a wheelchair, and he wheeled Arthur over to room 206 Alfred's Room. He pushed open the door, and found a tall tan black spiky haired man sitting next to Alfred on the bed.

"Then the Golden Fish said he would grant the farmer three wishes." the man said, holding up three fingers.

Alfred looked exited. "Like a genie?"

The man nodded. "Yeah, like that." the man turned and saw Dr. Hugh and Arthur and stood up. "Oh, uh, Dr. Hugh. Hola. I'll leave if you want, since I see you have a visitor."

Dr. Hugh nodded. "That would be nice. Thank you Dr. Khan."

Alfred frowned, but waved. "Bye Kervin!"

Dr. Khan waved back at Alfred, then left the room, shutting the door behind him. "I'll leave you two alone." Dr. Hugh said, and left.

They sat in silence for a minuet before Alfred saying. "He told you about me, didn't he?"

Arthur looked up at Alfred, who smiled sadly. "Y-yes, he did."

Alfred fell back into his pillow. "I know I'm not going to last much longer. Broddy didn't have to tell me for me to know I'm going to die if I keep going back."

Arthur was shocked. "What about your brother, Matthew?"

"Matty? He stays with Mom. I get to see her sometimes. But I don't even sleep in the house. Mom hates me you see. She thinks I look to much like Dad. Which I don't, I'm way more handsomer than him. Anyway, Matty and I arn't very close, so." Alfred just shrugged.

Arthur shook his head. "Handsomer isn't a word." he said.

Alfred grinned. "Yeah, I know. Broddy says I have horrible grammer."

"You do, actually."

"I do not!"

Arthur laughed.

Alfred glanced at the clock, and his face grew grim. "It's time."

"Time for what?" Arthur asked, and immediatly stopped laughing.

"Time for me to go back to Hell."

Author's Note:

This took me like, two hours to write. I had this idea in my head all day, and I couldn't wait to write it down.

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