Well this is my second FF... My first one was terrible. This one was written randomly after watching some rotoscope cartoons. The chapter title is a song that Cab Calloway performed which is a bada** song.
I hope you like.
WARNING: it gets disgusting(i guess) towards the end of this chapter.
Chapter 1: St. James Infirmary Blues
The sun rose like a volcano erupted on the horizon. It was beautiful. The sky blends from black to a deep purple. 'Why doesn't the sky bleed blue?'
When the sun rose, it was strangely green. 'Wait, the horizon is still red. What's going on?' The sky leaked of dark grey with clouds of purple. 'I don't understand. What's wrong with the sky?'
In the distance there was city of glowing hypnotic lights. The buildings were obviously standing taller than any normal building or the tallest building ever seen.
Am I dreaming? Come on, wake up, wake up. WAKE UP!
His eyes flickered open. Awaking in a blinding white room he slowly rose from his slumber. In a sitting position his breathing heavy and fast; Shaking and sweating he shook his head until he was dizzier.
'That's it, now only one bottle of vodka from now on.'
His legs felt weak beneath his weight as he stood. There was nothing in the white room, only with a bed that hugged the wall, curtains draped the surroundings. He yanked the curtain down instead of pushing aside. 'Wait a second. Where am I? Why am I in this place?'
Still in a daze he stumbled into what it looked like a tiny restroom. The floor below felt icy cold as he made his way to the tiny mirror above the sink. Looking at the reflection that blankly gazed back he saw how pale his face was, his hair a mess, and his violet eyes. He wore a pale blue paper thin gown with dried dots of darken stuff. He shrugged it off and turned on the water. Splashing his face he noticed a bracelet around his wrist.
ST. JAMES HOSPITAL
Braginski, Ivan
DOB: 08/17/85
ADMIT: 01/11/99
ATTENDING: -
VISIT NO: 935647
"A-am I in a h-hospital?" His voice was rusty. Slowly exiting the restroom Ivan took baby steps to the door. The knob was cold with contact, but smoothly twisted and opened without a sound. There was another room, larger than the other. It was completely empty but a shiny chair drilled to the center. The chair faced a rather outsized two way mirror. Ivan walked toward the window to try to look through. He knocked, then punched. It cracked easily.
"Hello?"
His voice echoed throughout the room like an endless cave.
Twirling around he made his way to another door located on the opposite side of the room. The door was locked. Gripping the knob tighter, and tighter the metal began to dent. It broke off like it was no problem.
'Odd.' Ivan looked at his hand, wondering if he was super human or something. He pushed the knob less door open into a disaster of a hallway. There were wheelchairs, beds, containers and decomposed bodies everywhere. He stood in shock.
"W-what the hell?" His eyes widen by the gruesome scene. "Wh-wha-what happ-pen?"
Some lights were smashed and some were flicking, barely illuminating the hallow passage Ivan maneuvered through the chaotic mess trying not to step into the pools of blood. The stench of death and vomit hung in the air, it was unbearable.
There was smashed limbs clinging to the ceiling, Ivan looked up in horror. His belly growled. Hunger got the best of him even with all the carnage.
He came upon a bloody nurse desk. The remains of the nurse were everywhere like she or he exploded inside out. There was a phone. Testing the phone, surprisingly it worked. But who would he call?
"Hmm, I wonder if Matvey is okay." Ivan dialed the digits from memory. 'it's ringing!' He felt like his heart was about to stop. "Please. Please. Oh please Matvey."
*Disclaimer* I do not own Hetalia. I do not own the chapter title 'St. James Infirmary Blues (Well I was listening to that song while writing this) and I do not own St. James Hospital (It just came up)