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So this is a short note. All I really want to say is that this IS NOT a One-shot.
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[Added disclaimer on 12/08/18]
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When Ryan's father said that the UN had collage experience for him, this wasn't what he expected. He expected hundreds of patients, busy hours, and emergencies almost every hour. But being trapped on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean with only about 200 patients was not what he expected.
Ryan's father works for the UN and somehow managed to get Ryan a position as a trainee at this place called National Hospital. Ryan had never head of the name before. It was in the middle of the Pacific, so he supposed that the view would be nice.
He wasn't wrong. The view was nice. Except, he has to work inside all day. Every day. They don't stop coming back. And by 'they', he means the Anthropomorphic Personifications of the Nations of the world. That wasn't the most surprising part. Ryan already knew this, his father was high enough in the government to have met Canada. But it is still odd when century old beings run around a hospital like children.
Such as today.
It was the flu shot day. His day consists of him observing the doctors as they worked on the nations. This was the one day that Ryan knows ends up with tears, blood, and scattered needles. He expected these actions from children, not from Nations. He looked over the scene in the waiting room as Veneziano cried in the chair when Dr. Vella injected the needle. Dr. Vella was the doctor in charge of the Mediterranean region.
"See?" Dr. Vella said as she disposed of the needle, "That wasn't so bad." She placed a small bandage on Veneziano's wound.
"Come on Italy," said Germany standing off to the side, Dr. Schmidt had already finished with him. "Let's leave."
"Ve Okay Germany…" Veneziano said standing up.
The two left Dr. Vella and she called out her next patient, "Alright. I need Southern Italian Republic!"
One rule in the hospital, the nations must be called by their full names. Veneziano is Northern Italian Republic and Germany is Federal Republic of Germany.
Romano sat in the chair with a scowl on his face, "Hurry this up! I haven't got all day!" He rolled up his sleeve.
"Of course." Dr. Vella nodded before preparing the needle. She injected it into Romano's arm and he jumped to his feet.
"Chigi!" Romano screeched, "What was that about?"
"Roma call down," Spain placed a hand on the Italian's shoulder, "It is just a flu shot."
Romano didn't accept that answer and began to swear at them both. Ryan turned away and spotted Dr. Lyon. He was in charge of the countries of France, America, Canada, and England- also called FACE. France, Canada, and England has already gotten their flu shots, America was the last one left.
"Come on, America," England said, "It's just a flu shot."
"No way man!" America backed up, "I ain't getting anything injected into me! I'm the hero! I don't need to get shots!"
"Mon Dieu, Amérique." France mentioned, "Why are you such un enfant? "
"A what?"
"A child." Canada's soft voice was ignored.
"United States of America," Dr. Lyon started, "Your president has instructed me to give you this flu shot. Nations are susceptible to illnesses, the flu nonetheless." Dr. Lyon doesn't take anyone's attitude, especially American adult-children.
"Dude!" America exclaimed, "I'm still not getting this shot!"
Dr. Lyon sighed. "If you do not get this shot, then I will personally call your president and tell them of this predicament. I'm sure they will not be happy to receive a call from the hospital when all the matter is a simple flu shot. It won't hurt."
"But did does!"
"America," England sighed, "Get the bloody shot." He turned to Dr. Lyon, "I'm sorry, he has always been like this since he was young."
France lightly brushed his hair from his face, "Canada was never like this. Maybe because Amérique wasn't raised by moi that he became this way."
"Oh shut up you bloody frog!" England turned to yell at the Frenchman, "You can't even remember Canada!"
"I'm right here!" Canada called out. Again, no one heard him. He looked down at his polar bear, Kumajirou, "Mr. Kumacheko why does no one remember me?"
"Who are you?" Kumajirou wondered.
"I'm Canada." The nation replied sadly.
While Canada was talking to his bear, France and England had managed to latch onto each other's' throats and was now trying to strangle each other. Dr. Lyon sighed as the two men fought. America watched them, commenting on somethings like "Grab his hair!" and "Ha ha! I didn't know you dudes could be so immature at a hospital!" that got him the response of "SHUT UP AMERICA!" from both nations.
While America was busy, Dr. Lyon took this advantage and injected the needle into America's arm. He managed to empty the flu shot into the nation before said nation ripped it out.
"Dude, totally uncalled for."
"I did warn you earlier that I was giving you this needle," Dr. Lyon reminded. "My job is done. It was nice seeing you again, but now I must ask you to leave unless you have any medical needs?"
"I don't think so."
"Non."
"Not if you are going to stick needles into me again…"
"Get over that America," England scoffed. America turned away from him, unhappy.
Canada turned to the doctor, "I'm fine, merci Dr. Lyon."
"De rien Canada," the doctor said before starting to pack up.
Ryan moved his concentration over to the Nordic region and their doctor, Dr. Apollonia Jensen. She was currently in the middle of trying to coax Denmark to sit down. Sweden and Finland were watching from the sides. Norway and Iceland were waiting their turns, they were used to Denmark's personality by now.
"Kingdom of Denmark," Dr. Jensen started, "You need to take this needle. See, even the United States of America got the shot."
"He got tricked!" Denmark exclaimed. He reached for his axe before remembering that weapons are prohibited inside the hospital.
"Anko," Norway said, "Take the shot. You are holding up the line."
"I don't care!" Denmark turned to Sweden, "Come on Sverige! Don't you agree with me? This is torture!"
Sweden hummed, "No."
Denmark's face fell and he cried out, "No! Sverige! How could you do this to me?"
"Danmörk," Iceland sighed, "Hurry up. This is taking too long." Normally his puffin, Mr. Puffin, would be on Iceland's shoulder, but since animals are also prohibited in the hospital; he had to stay back in Iceland.
"Aw, come on Icey." Denmark complained, "I don't even see why I need to get this shot! I'm perfectly healthy!"
"Very well," Dr. Jensen said, "Then you will not get the shot. Kingdom of Norway, you're next."
Norway sat down on the chair and rolled up his sleeve. Denmark stood, frozen, as Norway received his shot. After it was finished, he received a bandage and Iceland sat down on the chair after him. Iceland finished soon after. Dr. Jensen began to pack up.
"That's it?" Denmark asked, "I don't have to get the needle?"
"Ja." Dr. Jensen nodded, "But you will need to write a report to your queen about why you came out to here to receive a shot, yet didn't get it, and may be a carrier of the flu. I'm sure she'll love it if you get her sick."
Denmark paled. Nation's didn't obtain dieses like humans. If it didn't affect them; then they would be a carrier and humans in any rooms with them could become ill. Within a second he was sitting down in the chair with his sleeve rolled up. "Make it quick."
Dr. Jensen nodded and began to unpack.
Finland turned to Sweden, "Su-san, how does she do that?"
Sweden only shrugged.
Ryan's attention got pulled over to where Dr. Dimitrov was trying to inject Poland with the needle. The nation was hiding behind Lithuania, whom got his shot already. Russia had escaped while Belarus was getting her needle, she is now chasing him around the hospital. Romania and Moldova were waiting their turns. Bulgaria was waiting for Romania to finish. Estonia had sided away and was chatting to Finland (not so subtly asking to become a Nordic). Latvia stood by himself; Asia, Western Europe, Oceania, and the micro-nations would be getting their shots in the next day. Hungary was chasing Prussia with a frying pan she somehow managed to sneak into the hospital.
"Republic of Poland," Dr. Dimitrov sighed, "Why must you act this way? I am not a stranger, I am your doctor. We have met on numerous occasions. Stop hiding behind the Republic of Lithuania."
Poland didn't move.
Lithuania sighed, "Poland, you need to get this shot. You could get sick if you don't."
Poland peeked his head over Lithuania's shoulder before ducking back down when he saw Dr. Dimitrov.
The doctor sighed, "Why are you like this?"
With the sound of a gunshot, Ryan's head whipped over to the side and he saw Dr. Schmidt ducked in his chair and a bullet hole in the wall behind him. Switzerland had a smoking gun in his hand, still aimed at the wall. Lichtenstein was sitting in the chair beside Dr. Schmidt. The security guards readied their weapons but put them away after seeing that it was simply Switzerland. This wasn't anything out of the ordinary.
Dr. Schmidt sighed, "Swiss Confederation, how many times have I told you to not bring weapons into the hospital? This is a place of healing, not injuring."
"You hurt Lichtenstein."
"It's a needle. Of course it hurts."
"Big brother, I'm okay." Lichtenstein said, "It was just a pinch."
Switzerland didn't look convinced, but he did lower his gun.
Ryan felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked up. A man stood beside him. The man took his hand off and sighed, "First day?"
"Yeah." Ryan nodded.
"Ah, flu shots. The best day to start the job."
"Ah, I'm only a trainee." Ryan corrected, "I don't mean to ask, but who are you?"
"Kane Kim, head nurse." He sighed, "I don't know what is worse, being head nurse or a doctor?" he shook his head, "Equal I guess."
"Eh?"
"When you are doctor you specialize with a certain region," Kane nodded in Dr. Schmidt's directions, "Schmidt handles the Germanics, pretty much Central Europe." He looked over to Dr. Vella, "Vella handles the Mediterranean's. Lyon does FACE—as you know. Wong isn't here, but she handles the Asians. Neither is Gomez, and she handles the micro-nations. Bakker also is gone, she does Western Europe and Oceania. Dimitrov does Eastern Europe. And Jensen handles the Nordics.
"I travel between the regions, I am a nurse after all. So I have to deal with everyone. That can be stressful, especially when you forget what to say or not to say in front of certain people…"
"Fun."
Kane nodded, "Can be—at times. Other times… not so much."
Ryan raised his eyebrow, "How so?"
Kane scratched the back of his head, "When you have people who are centuries old, there can be some terrible history. Take Russian Confederation for example. The USSR once ruled over almost all of Eastern Europe, he lived with those people. Now that it has fallen, he is alone. There is also People's Republic of China. He practically raised all of the other Asians. State of Japan backstabbed him, literally. Hong Kong Special Administrative Region of the People's Republic of China was taken by United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. And Republic of China prefers State of Japan over him.
"That is why we have certain things—like flu shots—separated into many groups. Almost everyone has history with each other. And it is way less stressful if we keep certain groups separate when everyone is needed. The big groups tend to take a while."
"Oh." Ryan didn't know what to say. So he said, "I'll keep that mind."
Kane smiled and wrung his arm around Ryan's shoulders, "Great. Now remember this, once you become a part of this hospital it is almost impossible to leave."
"What?"
"Yeah." Kane looked seriously at Ryan for a moment before he broke out into a small laugh, "I'm just joking! I'm just joking!"
Somehow, Ryan didn't think that Kane was joking.
Thanks for reading!
Chapter two should be coming soon-ish.
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"Mm."
-Sweetiepie13