Polar Opposites

Extra Scene 03

by Robin Gurl

(I am trying to figure out how I want to the doctor to act so I wrote two extra scenes with ideas oO still working on it. There are no couples, no FrUk or to be USUK etc. These are extra scenes and won't be completed in anyway – other than me using them for the actual story. : D)

Disclaimer: I own the doctor. The idea is from a friend. Hetalia belongs to Hima-Papa.

They both watched fearfully as Francis and Arthur were shewed out of the room so the doctor, Otis could check them out. Matthew clung to his brother, they were both as awake as they were going to get in their sick states and both very aware that they didn't trust this man.

"Now now, no need to be afraid, I used to be your doctor when you were young as well, you've both grown into fine young countries, now what seems to be the problem?" He looked huge, even in Alfred's eyes, his voice was deep and hoarse sounding, like he'd smoked for too long.

One big hand came down on Alfred's forehead and he winced at the pressure but kept a tight lip. His grip around Matt got tighter as he thought of the doctor doing this to him as well. "High fever, how long has this been going on?"

Alfred watched the giant hand as it went back in the air, he felt his body tense up as if it were preparing for some sort of attack. He didn't know why but he felt like he needed to be ready. "Um…well….for as long as we've been here…a week or two..?"

"And they've just now called for me? What imbeciles," He muttered more to himself than the twins. Then his gaze fell on Matthew and Alfred felt him starting to shake hugging the bear closer to him burying his face in Alfred's side. "My, you are still as shy as you were when you were younger, let me see your fever, lad. I won't hurt you."

Clearly Matthew didn't agree and only buried himself deeper, in his mind he screamed for Alfred to send the man away and to get Father and Papa back up here. He didn't like this man and didn't feel safe.

Before Alfred could push the doctor away, the same large hand that felt for his fever shot forward and pulled Matthew out of his hiding spot. The other hand joined the first and he held Matt up with one of the giant hands while the other felt for it. The grip looked to be a bit too tight, Matthew was whimpering softly wishing he'd just hurry up.

"Yours doesn't seem as high, lad. You should be able to go down stairs and join your family." Matthew's eyes widened and he shook his head silently moving closer to Alfred. "I know of your twin powers you don't have to hide them from me. I know you feel what the other does."

"Then leave us be, he's staying." Alfred said as clearly and politely as he could. "Please just find out what is wrong with us then leave."

The doctor grunted an uninteligble response and turned back to his bag seeming to ignore the hard stares he was receiving from Alfred. "Well I am tending to agree with Mr. Kirkland, I think it's a cold mixed with the bad American Economy, however, I could be wrong and it be something completely different." Then he eyed the bear in the other countries' arms. "Does this ever get washed?"

"Washed?" Matthew asked wide eyed. "No…?"

"This could even be the culprit," He reached forward and took the bear right out of Matthew's arms holding it roughly. "It could be making you sicker."

"Kumajiro would never make anyone sick, give him back!" Matthew exclaimed climbing unsteadily to his knees, he fell forward his arms barely holding him up as a wave of vertigo washed over him. Beside him he felt the bed shake and to his surprise Alfred was up on his feet.

"Give my brother back his bear then leave."

"You need to get back in bed, young man. You're in no condition to be up on your feet." The doctor tried to reach forward and grab Alfred's arm but the other country pushed him away.

"Don't touch me or my brother ever again, leave." Alfred's eyes were hard and even though he felt like he was going to faint no one was going to talk to Matthew like that and get away with it. He'd had just about enough of this doctor, family or not, he didn't like him.

"I have a job to do and I'm going to do it. Now if you will excuse me, I will check on your brother then I will check on you." He pushed past Alfred clearly thinking the boy wasn't going to stop him, he sat on the edge of the bed and pushed Matthew back to a laying position on his back.

Alfred heard Matthew whimper and he lost his temper. Even sick his strength was still present and he used it to his advantage. He pulled the doctor off the bed and pushed him hard into the wall. He was reeling after he did that with all the movement but he was furious that this old quack had some how fooled Arthur into thinking he was ok.

Any doctor that looked after them before should have known not to remove the bear, not to separate them, and would have sedated Alfred at least a bit with his super strength. In Alfred's opinion this guy was a nut case.

The door flung open with Francis and Arthur standing in the doorway, they saw Alfred standing over Dr. Otis. "Alfred Jones what the bloody hell have you done." Arthur ran over and didn't know who to help, Alfred or Dr. Otis. "Sir, I'm so sorry."

"I asked him to leave nicely he wouldn't."

"What did he do to warrant you throwing him into the wall? I've told you to watch your temper." Arthur scolded catching Alfred as he lost his balance.

"He..he..scared Mattie…I couldn't…I had to …I had to help…" His energy burst was gone and his knees buckled.

Arthur caught him and eased him down to the ground looking over at France who looked just as helpless with Matthew in his arms clinging for dear life. Then he saw the white bear on the ground and looked to Dr. Otis, "Why is the bear on the ground?"

"I was trying to throw it away, it maybe the cause of their sickness." He said in a stone cold way as he dusted himself off.

"The bear not being there will cause an illness, he's lost it already and he worked himself into a fit at not being able to find it." He picked up the bear and threw it to Francis to put it back in his owner's arms.

"Iggy, please, don't let him stay…" Alfred whispered as he was helped up. "We…we don't trust him…"

Arthur sighed walking Alfred to the bed and placing him back in, "I'm sorry, Dr. Otis, but could you please leave. I'm sorry to trouble you but I won't have the boys panicking like this, it isn't good for their health."