Life was rather boring and pointless. It droned on day after day; often times, we do the same routine without thought. We're controlled by invisible strings tied to whatever we believe is in the universe. We become mindless puppets who fulfill what needs to be done then retire to sleep before waking up and doing it all over again.

Arthur felt like a puppet. Every day was the same for the young male ever since he graduated school. He wakes up, drives his three year younger half brother, Alfred, to school, goes back home, drinks tea whilst watching the television, picks Alfred up, comes back to have another cup of tea to read a book or help Alfred with his homework, eat supper, then go back to sleep only to do it all over again.

It was a rather lazy routine, one Arthur had no shame to admit. Although, who could blame him? Once someone finishes their years of school, they desire a nice, long, pointless break before heading into adult life or further education.

Although, living this boring routine was getting rather strenuous in the mind for Arthur. He hated himself for simply wasting days when he could be doing something more productive.

"Why don't you volunteer somewhere?" Alfred inquired one morning, shoveling his cereal into his mouth. "I mean, you'll be doing something nice and, like, it looks good on you. Besides, it's actually pretty fun!"

"Volunteer? Where? I don't know anywhere that's open to volunteers." Arthur responded, biting into a jam smeared bagel.

Alfred blinked, thinking for a moment. "Oh! You can volunteer at the city hospital! They're always asking for volunteers!"

The mere idea made Arthur cringe. There was no way in hell would he go into a nasty, germ invested place to volunteer willingly. Who knew what bacteria caked the floors and hand rails. Who knew what airborne sicknesses wafted through the halls. Who knew what pained moans haunted the rooms.

He couldn't see himself volunteering there. He would inwardly die if he had to clean out bed pans, keep a sick child from throwing up, or even mopping the cafeteria floors. It all sounded too horrendous and displeasing for his taste.

"No, oh no, I'd rather not." Arthur declined bluntly. "I will not waste my days away in a bloody hospital."

Yet, even after his strong opposition towards the idea, here he was: standing at the front help desk, next in line to talk with the lady at the counter about volunteer hours.

Arthur crossed his arms over his chest, trying not to touch anything around him. It smelt strongly of hand sanitizer and rubber gloves, sending unpleasant chills down the Brit's spine. Luckily, there wasn't many sick people waiting or strolling around so he didn't have to be extra careful about where he stood.

"Next?"

Breaking out of his thoughts, Arthur walked up to the front counter, putting on a fake smile.

"Good morning, sir. How may I help you?" The front desk lady asked with a cheery tone. It was the nice tone all doctors and nurses had to aid their patients with. Arthur knew this lady's tone was as fake as his smile.

"Good morning to you as well..." He looked at her name tag. "Miss Elizabeta. Um, I was just wondering if you have any volunteer spots open? Preferably ones where they aren't open to any graphic sights or things that could get one terribly ill."

The only reason why he was here was because of Alfred. The 16 year old was very persistent on Arthur volunteering at a hospital. Arthur had the slightest notion it was because Alfred knew how much he hated hospitals and feared doctors and all their medical procedures. But, in the end, he simply couldn't deny his brother's persistence.

"Lucky you, we actually have a new volunteer position open!" Elizabeta responded, pulling out a slip of paper. "Lately, we've been getting a lot of patients. Unfortunately, some of those patients don't get many visitors... So! The volunteering job would simply be to visit with those patients just for a few hours to keep them company."

Visiting patients? That didn't seem too bad... It was better than scrubbing rubbish off the floors.

"Are the patients contagious?" Arthur pried on, really wanting the most clean position for volunteering. It was a rather pretentious request, but, truthfully, Arthur couldn't care less.

Elizabeta chuckled lightly, catching on with what he wanted. With a smile, she nodded, "Yes, there is one patient who isn't contagious you could be a visitor to."

A patient who wasn't contagious? That was odd, but then again, that could just mean they were ill with a severe case or just recovering from an injury.

"Alright then." Arthur responded with a nod, putting back his fake smile, "I would like to volunteer to be a visitor for that patient then."

"Okay! I'll just need you to fill in this paper with your personal information so we know just who is volunteering." The lady slid the paper over to Arthur, giving him a black inked pen.

He took it and began to fill out the form.

"Oh! Almost forgot!" Elizabeta chimed, "When volunteering and consulting with the patients, we advise you to not pry on them about their medical condition. If they wish it, they will elaborate on it. Some may not. So, for their privacy and comfort, please do not try and ask too personal questions at first. You cannot take the patients out of the hospital without approval of their doctor. Also, please wash your hands before going into the rooms. Just to keep things clean and them well."

Arthur nodded at the rules, finding them simple. He wasn't one to socialize too much or desire to learn more about the other too much. Expected questions like "how are you?" or "what do you like?" are what often emitted from the Brit.

All seemed well, from Arthur's perspective. There would be no gross, unsanitary jobs. No sick people he would need to wipe the snot for or changing bloody bandages. No need to cook horrid food in the cafeteria, which would only end in disaster. Just visiting a patient for a few hours every couple days. That was easy enough.

After a few minutes, Arthur finished up with his form and was given a small card with the patient's information on it.

Name: Francis Bonnefoy
Room 2113 – Floor 5
LTC unit "Long Term Care"

Francis Bonnefoy. Arthur quirked a brow, finding the name oddly foreign. It sounded French.

With a small shrug, he went to the elevator and gradually made his way up to where Francis Bonnefoy's room would be.

A/N:

I decided to write this fanfic cause I got a splendid idea and I realized I have no pairing centered story on here wow. (Besides my UsUk one- but that's mostly just a diary oops). Plus, I love FrUk and I wanna show my love for it hnn.

But yeah,
This is gonna be great, emotional, deep, a tad angsty, cute, and just one hell of a ride. Woo. I got a lot of things planned.

Enjoy.
Let me know what you guys think so far. Sorry for the rough start.