This is my first fanfic. Please read and review.
I don't own Hetalia Axis Powers, if I did I wouldn't be writing a fanfic and FrUK would be canon.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" Francis turned around but didn't move from his position of cowering behind the potted plant. His luck was seriously horrible today. First, he'd lost track of time and probably stood up a date. Then he'd realised visiting hours were over and on his way out the insane nurse had started chasing after him, and she was still prowling outside in the hallway. And now the hospital room he had hidden in seemed to have an inhabitant. A British inhabitant.
How had he gotten himself into this mess?
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Francis had spent at least an hour a day, every day at the hospital every since the accident. Sometimes Gilbert was there, more often than not Lovino was there, and there were a lot of pretty nurses. But it was pretty boring. He didn't even know why he came. The doctor had said Antonio might never wake up.
He usually just sat in a chair, looking at the machines hooked up to Antonio and waited. Or he did homework. Today he had dozed of, and when he had woken up the sun had practically set. He had jumped up and tiptoed towards the door. He had almost made it to the elevator when the crazy nurse (he was pretty sure her name was Natalia) had come running around the corner.
Nobody in the hospital wasn't afraid of Natalia, and she really hated Francis (which he really didn't get because he'd only flirted with her brother twice). Common sense deserted him and, though she was far away and the elevator door was open, he'd ran for the stairs. He had made it down to the third floor before he realised she was getting closer and decided to find a room to hide in. He'd dashed around a few corners trying to lose her and finally pulled open a door and hurriedly got inside. Then, for good measure, he'd hidden behind a plant.
"Get out." The person spoke again, bringing Francis back to the present. He brought his finger to his lips, made a shushing noise, and gestured toward the door. Outside in the hallway the nurse had started throwing open doors. It sounded like she was getting closer.
Francis wasn't sure what she would do when she found him, but he didn't really want to find out.
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Mondays sucked. Arthur still thought so even though it had been a while since he'd been allowed to go to school. This Monday was even more horrible than most though. He had a headache and felt sick, so he'd been up half the previous night and he hadn't had anything to take his mind off the crappiness of the day except Spanish soap operas. And he didn't speak Spanish.
Then, some idiot had come bursting into his room and hid behind the plant. Just when he was getting to sleep. And the bastard had the nerve to shush him. He had half a mind to shout for the nurse, but he was pretty sure it was Natalia after the the guy. She was a bitch and he didn't feel like helping her. She'd come into his room at some point and drag the idiot off to do whatever the hell she did to people who stayed past visiting hours. Or to people who pissed her off. Maybe he'd done both. One could only hope.
Arthur put his head back on his pillows and tried to sleep. Not that he'd be able to with someone messing around in his room. His headache was getting worse.
The door opened.
"Have you seen a blond guy? I need to find him so I can kill hi-, er, I mean, get him out of the hospital."
Arthur opened his eyes and looked at the plant. It hadn't been much of a hiding place and there was no blond guy in sight. He sighed, the idiot had probably found somewhere better to hide. At least he seemed to be gone. Arthur shook his head (it would be too much trouble to explain) and the nurse took one last look around before leaving. Finally. He might actually be able to get some sleep.
"Merci." Never mind, the guy was under his bed. And he was french. That explained the rudeness.
"Get out of my room right now and never come back."
"But Natalia's still outside, and you heard her, she wants to kill me." Great. The frog was whining, it was really grating on his nerves. All he wanted to do was sleep. Did God hate him or something?
"She meant it metaphorically." There was silence, blessed silence, maybe the frog was gone. Arthur opened one eye. Nope, he was still there, probably wondering how you could metaphorically kill someone. Not that Arthur was exactly sure himself, but...
"No need to be rude." Ha, rude. Arthur was the rude one, talk about the pot calling the kettle back. "But, I think she's gone, so hopefully, I'll never have to see you again." Bastard.
The blond opened the door, looked both ways like he was crossing the street or something (idiot) and tentatively stepped out of the room. Then he was gone, hopefully forever. Arthur listened to the running footsteps as they got farther and farther away.
He really needed a sign on his door that said Keep Out. His headache was getting even worse and he felt like throwing up. Mondays sucked.
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Luckily, Francis didn't run into anyone on his way out. But he was feeling pretty pissed off. Something about the British kid had rubbed him the wrong way. He looked at his watch and cursed. Eight forty-six. His date had been at seven. There was absolutely no way Maria had waited that long.
He heard a loud noise from up above and turned just in time to get hit in the face with a bedpan. Merde, the nurse was throwing hospital equipment now. Francis ran for it hoping it wouldn't cause permanent damage and that Natalia wouldn't throw anything harder.
Merci is thank you in French, merde means shit in French.
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