USUK: Memories of Our Lives

Chapter One: We Were Happy (Intro)

Alfred walked into the dim hospital room he had visited everyday, he was used to the routine by now. Come in, take his jacket off, open the shades of the room to let some sun in, refill the water in the small vase by the window to keep that one rose alive, take a deep breath, and sit down. He looked over to the patient in the bed, then moved his eyes back to his book bag and took out his work from class he had to complete, this was usually what he did. "Geez college physics is hard I tell you," He said and scratched his head with the eraser part of his pencil. "It's a pain in the ass…" He looked up toward the patient. Arthur laid there in the same position he had been every day, laying flat on his back with his head on a single pillow. The tube still stuck down his throat to help his weak chest rise and fall, the wires for the heart beat monitor stayed in their positions, the tube from the iv fluids still stayed in his arm, his eyes still closed…

Well… I should probably tell you how we got to this point right? To here? I-it's a short story… painful… and completely unexpected. Arthur and I… we were out that night. It was nice and calm- one of the most beautiful and peaceful nights this year- when we had went out to dinner, and it was great, completely great I tell you… we were happy…

"You don't think it's a good idea?"

"To get a bloody dog?"

"Yeah!"

"I hate dogs Alfred, haven't you noticed by now?" Arthur sighed. "I'm more of a cat person."

"Cats are adorable! Lets get a cat!"

"The landlord doesn't allow animals Alfred."

"We could sneak it!" Alfred grinned as Arthur only smirked a bit.

"You are impossible to deal with," Arthur let out a deep sigh, "I do love you though, so I suppose I just have to get over that huh?"

"Yup!" Alfred only grinned more.

He reached his hand out and grabbed onto Arthur's as they walked down the night streets of New York. Though it was late, the night was bright to them. The moon was full, not a single cloud in the night sky allowed the shinning stars to come through, even the cold weather didn't bother them as they stayed close to each other. Alfred looked over at him as he quickly kissed the Brit's cheek before stopping at the end of the street, waiting for the walk light to turn for them.

He may of held Arthur's hand with one of his own, but his other hand stayed in his pocket holding onto the small box he had been carrying around all night. The question would come right when they got back to their apartment, he had been waiting for that moment all night. He was excited, daydreaming about it actually.

They crossed between the cross walk as the light turned red and the walking sigh turned to go, walking hand in hand as Alfred continued o daydream a bit...he didn't even notice, neither of them did.

"Alfred!" Arthur's voice yelled as Alfred tried to quickly turn his head toward him but Arthur had pushed him forward away from him, he fell forward to his knees a few feet over as Arthur tried to move to the same point. Alfred turned back toward him

"Art-" CRASH! Alfred's eyes widened in terror once he saw the accident. He went to call Arthur's name again, but not a single sound came from his mouth.

Arthur laid there on the street, the car stopped just a few inches in front of him but the hood already had his blood on it. Alfred couldn't believe it, he just couldn't, how fast this had happen and just... How!? The car had hit him, hit him hard and sent him flying several feet. He laid there completely motionless, his usual bright blonde hair soaked in his crimson blood, all of it... His clothes had his own bloody splattered on it...

H-he was...

"Arthur!" Alfred quickly got up and ran over to Arthur laying still on his side, dropping to his knees on the hard street and looking at him, the blood leaked down his face like the way water would from a broken pipe; there was so much blood. Alfred froze, reaching his hands out toward Arthur's face but his shaking hands wouldn't go further as he whispered, "Arthur... Arthur no..." Tears filled his eyes as he moved one hand to the Brit's cold cheek, only to take it away with blood on his palm and fingers now. He gulped and held out two fingers toward Arthur's throat, placing them there and trying to feel any pulse as he whispered hopeful prayers to himself. He couldn't feel anything, he moved his fingers to Arthur's bloodied wrist and tried taking his pulse again; he smiled as tears fell down his cheeks. He was alive...

"I'm so sorry! I didn't see you!" The driver finally stumbled out of the car and took a few steps over, his long blonde hair falling in front of his face. "I-I'm sorry!" His accent covered over his sorrow filled voice.

"Get help!" Alfred cried, "call an ambulance! Quickly!" The man quickly rushed back to his car and reached over for his cell phone.

Tears continued to ruin down Alfred's face as he sat there in total shock still, placing his fingers carefully through Arthur's hair and grabbing onto his lifeless hand that laid there, "you're alive," he whispered over and over in his state of shock, "you're alive...stay alive… Arthur, please stay alive…" He reached back toward Arthur's face.

"Don't touch him!" The driver yelled as he came back out. "Don't move him, it could do more damage."

"D-Did you get help?…?"

"I called for an ambulance and they are on their way." The man quickly came over and knelt down next to Alfred. "Just don't move him, don't touch him." Alfred backed away a bit but tightened his grip on Arthur's cold hand as the tears continued to run down his face. "H-he is still alive?" Alfred nodded, still frozen in shock. "I'm so sorry, I didn't-" The man turned away and let out a small hiccup; Alfred's eyes widened.

"You're drunk…" He gulped looking at the man who froze in shock.

"N-Non, I'm not! I-I just-"

"Your breath smells like alcohol… like wine…" Alfred gulped. "You're drunk! You were driving drunk!"

"I-I-"

"Get away!" Alfred shouted, anger suddenly rushed through his mind as his blood boiled. "Y-You did this! Get away!" He crotched over Arthur like he was trying to protect him. "You didn't even have your fucking lights on! Y-you-" Tears continued to fall down his face as he shook and shivered.

"Listen, I was a paramedic for a very short time where I came from, I know some things oui? You're in a state of shock so you're not thinking clearly" The man came closer, "I can help if you give me a chance."

"G-Get away…"

"Just get back, I can help him and make the paramedic's jobs easier and faster so they can get him hospital care." He lifted his hand to Alfred's shoulder. "Relax, step back, you're in shock." Alfred's lips quivered a bit as he moved back but continued to hold onto Arthur's hand. The man moved around Arthur and looked at Alfred, calmly stating "It's going to be alright." Alfred watched as the man checked Arthur's pulse again, then attempted to carefully turn Arthur onto his back, lifting his head back a bit so air could get in. Alfred watched as Arthur's skin lost it's color and turned pale like the dead but still covered in blood. His hand shook as he held onto Arthur's ice cold one. He watched as the man leaned in and tried listening for any breath coming from the Brit, then moved to check his pulse once again. Alfred could only watch as the man gently opened his eyes then checked the actual wounds,

"H-he's a-alive?… still?…"

"Oui he's still breathing." The man said as he attempted to move his head to keep it straight and still. "His pulse is starting to weaken and he's lost a lot of blood…" He whispered but looked up toward the shaken Alfred that had heard him. "He's going to be alright, I swear."

The sounds of those high pitched sirens echoed as the ambulance came down the street. The rushed out and surrounded Arthur, one of them checking the shaken American as well. Alfred tried to watch as the paramedics got the oxygen mask on Arthur, cut his jacket and shirt open to reveal the heavy bruises on his chest and stomach already. The one paramedic kept Alfred calm and still as the others started compressions on Arthur as they started to lift him onto the stretcher.

Alfred laid down in the emergency room, trying to get the IV tubes out of his arm and trying to break free as the doctors held him down. One of them quickly jabbed a needle into his upper arm and injected him with something to calm him down. His body immediately went numb, his hands dropped down as head fell forward with his eyes barely open anymore. The doctors and nurses carefully laid him back down as he mumbled, "Arthur… Arthur… where's Arthur? Where is Arthur?… I-is he dead?…." he quickly fell asleep.

"You seem calm now," the brown-haired nurse said as she put her gloves on. "That seemed to really help huh?" She slowly took the IV out of his arm as Alfred barely twitched and stayed silent but watched her every move. "You were very shaken up, that's natural for someone your age who experienced a trauma." Alfred gulped a bit.

"A-and what about Arthur?…"

"Last I checked he was still in surgery." The nurse took off her gloves then threw them away, then handed a small plastic bag to him that held his phone and such. "You can wait in the waiting room when you're ready." She picked up the chart and wrote something on it. "You're free to go." She smiled toward him then walked off to another patient as he sat there still. Slowly, he reached into the plastic bag and took out his cell phone. He stared blankly at it for a moment then began to dial a number. He lifted it up to his ear and let it ring but once there was an answer he couldn't say anything. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing would come out; the realization of what was happening finally hit him, hit him hard. He sat there still as the person questioned and spoke "Hello? Al? Hello?" as Alfred gulped a bit.

"M-Matt…" He finally managed to chock out "I-I'm in the hospital… A-Arthur is too… C-Can you come?…" His head fell as the tears ran down his face again. "I'm afraid Mattie… I don't know what's going to happen…"

OOOOO

So that's the story for now…Alfred looked up toward Arthur again. The hit… killed him. His heart stopped and he had died there but they revived him. His skull was shattered in several places, surgery took eight hours just to keep his brain alive. His ribcage was crushed, his lungs wouldn't take in air without a machine… his bruised heart couldn't function… until about three weeks ago when they got it working. His body was… destroyed. Most of his broken bones are healing well, some completely healed already. The bruises and cuts are almost gone… but he's still asleep… he has been for months now… about five months I believe?… so long ago… but his condition is still… this.

I will always hate December 16th…

"Alfred," a voice said behind him. He turned back as three doctors entered through the sliding door.

"Ah, doctor Honda." Alfred smiled a bit, the two had become good friends during this whole time, they could talk about anything that wasn't even related to Arthur's case. But he lost his smile when he saw the other two doctors. "Doctor Héderváry, Doctor Laurinaitis… w-why are you here?" The two doctors were out of place, they were only there when Arthur's condition was falling or they had to do something surgical. "The last time you were here you got his heart working again… is there… something wrong?" He gulped a bit. The woman doctor, Elizaveta Héderváry, frowned and took a deep breath to speak.

"Arthur's condition is getting worse Alfred." She stated and came close to the now upset Alfred. "He should be breathing on his own by now and he can't get off that machine, he can't breath on his own."

"S-So what does that…" Alfred could feel his heart sinking.

"Do you remember what the percent of him waking up was?"

"Yeah… thirty to forty percent…" Alfred mumbled.

"It dropped to twenty…" She stated. Alfred's heart shattered. He froze and put his hands to his face, trying not to let the tears come out in front of them, not again. "If he can't breath on his own the chances of his recovery are extremely slim… the chances of him waking up drop."

"We're going to give until the end of the month for him," Doctor Toris Laurinaitis stated. "That's two weeks, alright? You need to carefully think this over if we should pull the plug or not." Alfred wiped the tears escaping his eyes.

"Five months… he survived… five months of this… a-and this is it?" Alfred looked up toward them. "He's going to die?" The doctors all exchanged glances at each other.

"He's a strong one, Alfred." Elizaveta smiled. "He lasted this long, he could still wake up and recover."

"But that's slim…"

"Unfortunately yes it is." She sighed. "Let's give it two weeks, you can make up your mind on what to do." Alfred looked away and gulped. "We'll keep monitoring him and see what we do okay?"

"Yeah… kay…" Alfred continued to look away. The two other doctors left as Kiku Honda stayed. "I'm fine." He said. The doctor nodded and followed the other two out. Alfred sat there motionless for a few minutes, his heart aching with the news. He slowly looked up toward Arthur then grabbed onto his still hand. "It seems so long ago… the last time I saw your beautiful eyes huh?…"

OOOOO

Small author note!:

This fan fiction is based off "memory chapters". It's Alfred's memories of Arthur and such and that's what the story will be. If Arthur recovers or not will be determined later da? Thank you for reading and I hope you like the rest of this story! :D this IS a drama by the way, so it will be dramatic and romantic and stuff (excuse me I'm a sucker for dramatic romances!)