Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.


Have you noticed that any time there is a beautiful day, something terrible happens? Don't give me that look. Hear me out, it's true! Think about it. How many stories have an opening like this: "It was a beautiful, sunny day when the unthinkable happened." Huh, how many can you think of? A lot, right? See, I told you! Just add a few sentences here and there and it's like at least two handfuls of stories! H-hey, don't be angry because the hero was right! Don't roll your eyes either, it's not nice! Stop or I'll pout; I'll do it. No one can resist my "kicked puppy" pout. No wait, don't leave! Hey, reader, come back! Arthur! Tell them to come back!

Alright, alright, I'll get to the point. A warm, beautiful day was when my hospital stay started. (I have to say I honestly hate hospitals since Matthew's death five years ago. I'm sure once I leave the staff will be thrilled. I'm not the best patient unless Arthur is around. But this is beside the point.) I remember the morning all too well; it was warm and sunny with a slight breeze roaming through town. I should not have been at work that day; I had off, as did Arthur. I planned to take Artie on a picnic across town in a small park that overlooked a beautiful lake, but work came up. Officer Palmer called me early that morning, weaving a story about being sick and unable to work. I knew it was utter bullshit. We had a three day weekend due to holiday. I knew Palmer well enough to know he wanted to drag it out. Yet I told him I'd take it anyway. I owed him a favor and I am a man of my word. I took Palmer's shift for the day already knowing we would be short-handed. I remember Arthur was not pleased one bit. It took a lot of convincing to keep Arthur from getting upset. Without a fight, I promised Artie a fancy dinner on Friday when I had an earlier shift to make up for the day. It was a shame; I really wanted that romantic picnic with Artie. I guess if I had known I'd be in the hospital before I took Palmer's shift I would have still gone in. It's better me than him. He has a child on the way, but I do have Arthur. I know Arthur must have been horrified. -Sigh- Poor Artie…

Oh right, the story, where was I? Right! So after my promise to Artie and a few kisses goodbye later I left to cover Palmer's shift. And that was where the true story began.


Short chapter is short. I wanted to post this because a plot bunny popped into my head.
This will be a song fic. Just not yet. Also it will be in America's P.O.V just he will not be addressing
the reader any more until the end. I have the beginning and ending done just filling in the rest
of the story now. Uploaded so I wouldn't quit! C:

It will get better I promise!
Sorry about any bad spelling and grammar let me know so I can fix it.

Let me know what you think?

- Kelsey