Finally! A long story! I told you I would make a longer story. -3-

It was attempted murder. I heard it from the police when they called. Now I was speeding down the road, 100 mph, towards the hospital. there were a million thoughts swarming through my head.

It was well past 10 now, we had a date planned for 7, thats when I knew something was wrong. Francis wasn't waiting for me- he was always early. I waited for an hour before I went home. Francis had been on a buisness trip for over a week, this date had been to celebrate his homecoming. I though that he was stuck in traffic or his flight was delayed, so I didn't call.

It was around 9:30 when I got the call. I was drinking tea and reading classic french fairytales (from him, obviously). The phone went off and I went to answer it. I almost passed out. Everything was a blur. Hospital? Francis? NOW?

I didn't stay on the line long enough to hear the rest of what else they said, I was already out the door. Now I was on the road to reaching Hetalia Hospital. When I finally reached the large building, I feverishly clambered out of my car.

"Francis Bonnefoy" I managed to get out to the receptionist. "Where is he?" the Japanese man simply looked at me. After a long moment, he spoke.

"Reration?"

"Boyfriend. Where is he?"

"Room 443" he replied. The man then began to giggle with a brunette nurse holding a frying pan about yaio. I rolled my eyes and rushed to the specified room. I was stopped in front of the room by a blond man in a green uniform.

"Excuse me, sir, who are you?" asked the officer

"I'm Arthur Kirkland." I replied, slightly peeved

"Oh, your Arthur!" he sounded relived "Let me fill you in on Mr. Bonnefoy's condition." He led me by the arm into a makeshift office.

"What happened to him?" I demanded, tears were welling up in my grassy eyes.

"He was walking towards the restaurant you were meeting at" he paused I nodded, silently willing him to continue. "When he was shot. There were 3 bullets, one in his chest, right near his heart, one one in his arm, and one in his stomach." the officer looked up at me. I nodded once again. "He fell to the sidewalk, bleeding quite profusley, the gun was left by his body, and the name of the killer written in blood." the officer concluded. I was now crying furiousy.

He waited until I stopped sobbing to continue. "He had a bunch of roses with him, and we found this." the man pulled out a small velvet box. I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth.

"Is h-he a-alive?" I stuttered.

"Yes, but just barley. Were not sure he'll make it through the extensive surgury..." he trailed off.

"Who shot him!" I demanded. I was now angry. Everything was going well in my life, Francis may have even propose tonight, and now because of some idiot he was dying in the other room. Whoever did this was going to pay.

"Yes, it was an Alfred F Jones. He said he knew you.(sorry, i'm usually FACE, but i couldn't think of anyone else...)I looked up. Al? Why Alfred? HE did this?

"Where is he?" I asked the officer, Vash.

"He's in the other room" he replied "And Francis has asked to see you after surgury, so who would you like to see first?"

"Alfred." I said. I was so angry, I would strangle the git.

"Okay, then right this way.."

So this was the first chapter of my first multi-chapter fic. Reviews are appriciated. kbye :3