Summary: "Alright, Captain Kirk," Alfred demanded in a questioning but firm tone. "At least tell me how I ended up here." The doctor narrowed his eyes at Alfred. "Quit joking. And at least call me by my proper name."

Disclaimer: One can dream...but the characters don't belong to me. Hidekaz Himuruya owns them and the rest of the Hetalia cast.

A/N: Well...yes this is another Hetalia story. I'm hoping that this upcoming winter break I will be able to write more. This is just a practice. :)
Rating: T (Cursing, Minor yaoi)

The smell of chemicals that reached his nose forced him to snap his eyes open and shoot up from his bed. Alfred's head began to spin rapidly as his vision faded slowly into a black void, pushing him back onto his pillow. After a few blinks, he sat upright again, feeling like an absolute idiot. The room reappeared into plain white; a few tables and desks scattered around the walls with an abandoned pair of latex gloves sitting on the stand next to the bed. A British flag adorned itself just across the room. How decorative.

Now Alfred would have panicked if he had the energy to. Waking up in a hospital is usually one of the worst things to open your eyes to, but hey. At least he wasn't dead. Or so he thought.

Alfred looked down to his lower body. His bed was draped with white covers that concealed his bare thighs and feet. He felt a hospital gown on his chest, seemingly covering his front half.

Well fuck, he wondered. Who exactly was the one who stripped him? Anyone would have killed to see Alfred Jones' dick.

A nurse walked in and Alfred looked up. She was wearing a normal lab coat on top of a low V-neck blouse that hugged her breasts tightly to show her voluptuous figure. Alfred really didn't need to be a plastic surgeon to know those weren't real. She looked up from her clipboard to see Alfred. Alfred grinned guiltily at her.

"You're up." she commented, reaching for the clipboard in front of his bed and scribbling her observations.

Alfred laughed shakily, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I am."

"Dr. Kirkland will be here in a minute." she said monotonously as she stepped out of the room. Alfred blinked. Bo-ring.

Unsure of what to do until this doctor would come to check him out, he glanced out the window that lit up the room. There wasn't really much outside. Alfred assumed they were a little higher up the building. He didn't see any trees, though a large cloud (surprisingly in the shape of a cloud) caught his eye. It moved slow, but it was definitely moving. Maybe it would rain soon? Hopefully he could leave by then.

"Alfred." a voice called out to his thoughts. Alfred glanced in the direction of the voice. A rather slender looking man with another white lab coat was standing at the left side of his bed staring at him a little more than he was comfortable with. Alfred could just see the red polo shirt underneath his intimidating figure, but looked up to see him clearly.

The doctor had fluffy blonde hair that looked a little disheveled from work, but fell quite nicely down his face.

It was ironic. Alfred wasn't concentrated on his facial appearance per say. It was his eyebrows.

"Excuse me." The man said. He could hear the heavy British accent in his voice.

Alfred shook his head and met the man's emerald green eyes. "Sorry, did you want to say something?"

"Yes." he grumbled as he took a chair nearby to sit in. "We need to talk."

Alfred stiffened. "What is it, doc?"

Instead of receiving an answer, he felt a sharp pain to his cheek before he could cry out.

"You bloody idiot."

Alfred rubbed his cheek from the slap and anger welled up inside him. How the fuck was this guy a doctor?

"What the hell?!" Alfred shouted. "What's with you, man?"

"Shut up." the doctor hissed as shot a glare at the lady nurse watching from the door. She stayed silent but nodded, immediately leaving the room with a satisfying click. The doctor grabbed Alfred's chin. "You know very well why I'm mad."

Alfred used his free hand to shove the other's arm away intimidatingly. "No. I don't. Get me out of this room now and you won't have to pay your malpractice, doctor."

"I don't care how much I have to pay for you to listen to me," the doctor growled, using his hands to pin the patient to the bed. "But just stop being a hero for once in your life and consider yourself for a change."

Alfred almost shot an equal comeback until a heavy force in his brain pushed him back painfully as he tried to assess the situation. The look that shot across Alfred's face caused the other release his grip on him. Once free, Alfred immediately shut his eyes and grasped his head, feeling bandages around his temples.

"Alright, Captain Kirk," Alfred demanded in a questioning but firm tone. "At least tell me how I ended up here."
The doctor narrowed his eyes at Alfred. "Quit joking. And at least call me by my proper name."

Alfred looked at him. First name? Did he know it? He tried to think again. His brain rejected.

"I don't think we've met before." Alfred announced. Kirkland shook his head.

"Playing idiot won't get you anywhere."

Alfred looked at the other seriously. "I'm not being the idiot here. I'm telling you the truth."

"Stop this."

"No, really. I don't know."

"Utter bollocks. And I've asked you to stop joking."

Alfred sighed. His head hurt so much that he didn't really care anymore. He threw his head into the soft pillow to try and fight the pain. 'Kirkland' was all he knew.

"Look," he said to Kirkland with his eyes closed. "I don't expect you to believe me or not, but I really don't know who you are other than the fact that you are my doctor. You can deny it all you want. If you're going to scold me for not trying to remember, just let me leave."

A long minute of silence was felt through the room. Alfred wasn't sure if he should have opened his eyes, but he knew the second he sensed it.
Kirkland was trying desperately not to cry. Alfred chose to sit up and open his eyes to look at the other clearly.

"Dr. Kirkland. I'm serious."

The Brit looked to meet the American's eyes. The emerald had faded to a mist of grey and green.

"You don't remember…" Kirkland exhaled heavily. "…anything about what happened?"

Alfred shook his head. "What happened?"

The young man straightened himself upward in his chair uncomfortably. "I just didn't want you to have to die because of my mistake, love."

The American looked back up for an answer but just saw the doctor looking down as well.

Another pulse from his brain caused him to hiss. If only he could remember that name! He was sure something would come up!

"Are you alright?" Kirkland asked.

Alfred blinked once as his hands unconsciously slipped up the other's cheeks. Completely on his own, Alfred thought of the only way to remember.

A kiss. The second the lips sealed shut, it came.

"Arthur."

-Posted December 4, 2012
Hope you liked it! It's out of my usual norm, but I hope it's alright :P