I do not own Hetalia okay? Just seeing how you guys like this really makes me smile. Anyway, I don't have much else to say, so enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
Francis got in his car and looked at the GPS that Arthur had given him last Christmas after his many complaints of him getting lost and he sighed. "Okay you snobby thing." He said as he looked at it. "St. Mary's University Hospital. It's not very far from that University of his and the one that they will take him to."
"Directing…" the GPS said as Francis popped open the glove box and lit a cigarette. He normally did not smoke not since they had adopted the boys, at least in the house. Sometimes at his restaurant it did get hectic and he needed to sneak a smoke break like many of the other kitchen staff. Being skilled at one's art did not take away from the stress of the job sometimes, especially with cheap and rude customers. So he had kept a pack in the glove box of his car for just those reasons and because Arthur would not let Francis drive him anywhere, Arthur never knew he kept the habit up and when he asked about the smell, he said he was near some people who did smoke. But he needed to keep his stress down himself. It was like he had warned Arthur about how he stressed. It was bound to give him a heart attack. Stay calm Francis. He's going to be fine. He thought as he took a deep drag off his cigarette I don't care what he says about this…. I should tell the boys. Mathieu is at work. I will let them know when I get to the hospital right now I am risking a massive speeding ticket, don't add being on the phone to it He thought as he looked down at the speedometer and saw he was pushing 85 miles an hour. "I did not know this thing could go that fast…."
Arthur lay on the couch, panting, wiping the sweat from his brow. Francis called me help. It's not that bad…it's not that bad…stiff upper lip. He thought as he tried to focus on his breathing but it ended up shallow. As he winced in pain again, this time just below his breastbone, he noticed blue and red lights appear out the window. That must be the ambulance. He thought as a rapping was heard at the door. "Arthur Kirkland? We're coming in." the paramedic called as he opened the door.
"I'm here." Arthur winced. "This bloody hurts."
"Well we're here." A female paramedic said as she and the man who opened the door helped the Englishman onto the gurney. "Lie back and relax. The fact you are still conscious means a lot."
"My husband is not going to be happy…." Arthur said "And I have a very important class to tend to tomorrow…."
"Woah buddy…." The other paramedic said. "You will just make things worse. You look like you had a swell place so a good job like that won't fire you for being in the hospital. And buddy I have seen much worse events. You're talking to us."
"And in a fat ton of pain." Arthur winced.
"Hit it" The female paramedic said as he was put in the ambulance and shut the door behind her.
As he drove along the interstate, Francis sighed as he wove in and out of the late afternoon traffic. "Vas t'en de mon chemin" He yelled, knowing the roads were bound to be packed with people leaving work and school and many others who worked later shifts. It had recently snowed and the roads were still slick with salty snow melt. He could hear Arthur's incessant nagging and panicking about how he was driving and on this condition, but he shook it from his mind. He wanted to be called a Frog and nagged at for something incredibly stupid again. He looked at the clock and saw the time it read "quatre heures trente de l'après-midi…." Francis whispered. "I will call the boys once I know just what is up and when they can see those eyebrows again…." Francis said. He did not want to have Matthew lose focus when he had just started this job and Alfred would have a hard enough time moving about the house. Ivan could drive him. Not like his little sister, that salope complète et totale…. Francis thought as he scoffed and merged in front of a tractor trailer truck that blew his horn at the smaller car. "Va te faire foutre, bête négligée!" Francis yelled back at the tractor trailer and threw up the same fuck off gesture that Arthur had did on the same highway before Thanksgiving. He's rubbing off on me…. Francis said as he noticed his road rage.
"Approaching Exit 66" The GPS said as he merged across traffic and headed thought he city roads, slamming on the brakes as he had come to a red light. "Merde" He hissed as he revved the engine. "Come on you feckless piece of metal and light! Change!" He yelled. "Alfred had to get his road rage from one of us and I have yet to see Arthur get as mad as I am now behind the wheel." He said as he lit another cigarette and took a deep drag from it. "Remerciez le Seigneur glorieux d'en haut!" Finding the closest parking spot, he could for visitors, Francis turned off his car and ran inside, panting from the amount of smoke he had inhaled on the way to the hospital and headed towards the receptionist desk. "Francis Bonnefoy I am here to see Arthur Kirkland." He panted.
"Wait over there…." The receptionist said as she carelessly flipped a page in her magazine. "We do not let anyone but spouses and close family in if someone is in the emergency department. You will have to wait to see Mr. Kirkland Mr. Bonnefoy" She said dismissively as if she was reading it off a script.
"Listen here you little esclave salarié inepte insensible" Francis began with a fire in his soul, starting to show in his eyes. "My husband is in that blasted emergency department and just because we are both proud of our own surnames that one did not take the other does not negate that marriage. So you will get me back there or I will find a way back there. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. The hard way will get the law involved and I doubt your country's bloated health care administration executives would want that. Now. Arthur Kirkland. S'il te plait" He added with extra malicious emphasis on the please.
"Sure, I will check with the emergency department." She said as she called over the admittance desk in the Emergency room. She noticed Francis's glare when she asked nervously "Is an Arthur Kirkland in there? His husband is here. Okay? He can head over there? Thank you." She said. "Okay Mr. Bonnefoy, they just took in Mr. Kirkland and he is still in the ER and they are running some tests. I can have someone guide you there if you would like?" She asked timidly.
"Thank you." Francis said as a security guard led him towards the admittance desk of the emergency room who then led him to the bed in the corner where Arthur was laying.
"They have run some tests." The nurse explained. "We checked his vitals and EKG on arrival as it did seem like a heart attack but beyond the visuals, it was not that."
"Thank the good gods above." Francis sighed.
"But there are still a few other things we need to test for. Dr. Edelstein has ordered a few more tests to be done as he is suspecting pneumonia or pancreatitis." She explained as she moved the curtain back. "Arthur? Your husband is here to see you."
"Francis?" He said feebly. "I do hope you did not get into any accidents or any tickets. That would be felony speeding the rate you had to go to get here."
"Oh if I did get in trouble I'd just lose my license and you'd have to drive me everywhere, which is good because you complain about my driving." Francis teased as he noticed the look on Arthur's face. "Kidding! I didn't get caught."
"Don't do that again!" Arthur said.
"Oh nearly on death's door and you still scold me." Francis said.
"I hate you sometimes…." Arthur sulked.
"And I love you too." Francis said as he kissed Arthur on the forehead. "But I must tell the boys what is going on. It's only fair."
"Thank you." Arthur said as he fell asleep. Francis looked over at the nurse.
"We had given him fluids and some pain medication once we found he was in no cardiac danger." She explained.
Looking at his watch and knowing that Matthew would be busy as it was now 5:45 in the evening, he decided to try and call Alfred first. "Come on pick up…." He sighed as over an hour's drive away, Alfred was sitting in the kitchen talking with Toris and Ivan as his phone started to ring.
"Do you have to have that thing with you?" Ivan sighed looking at Alfred.
"Boss said he might call." He picked up the phone noticing the ringtone. "But it's Papa. Surprised he hasn't come back yet."
"Something must have scared that man back to where he lives…." Natalya said with a devilish smirk.
"Natalya…." Ivan began placing his fingers on the bridge of his nose.
"What bol'shoy brat?" Natalya asked innocently. "I mean he was the one who had come all this way uninvited. It was causing a lot of tension that Katyusha did not need."
"That is true…." Ivan conceded. "But do you have to be so rude about it, especially in front of Fredka?" At this the landline phone rang. "Radi lyubvi k Bogu ya otorvu etot grebanyy telefon ot steny!" He yelled as he picked it up with a disgruntled "Hello?"
"Oh Ivan!" Francis said.
"Hello Francis…." he growled.
"I know you must be worried to the point of anger that I am not there…" Francis said as Ivan gave a huff. He knew that Ivan and Natalya were not very happy with him and so he wouldn't be welcomed well. "But I need to speak with Alfred."
"Fine." Ivan sighed as he handed the phone to Alfred. "Francis wants to talk to you."
"Yo Pops?" Alfred asked.
"Seriously? Still?" Francis sighed. "Well I am at the hospital. Your dad had to go in when I thought he was having a heart attack."
"Finally stressed himself into an aneurism?" Alfred joked but Ivan could tell that he was slowly becoming concerned.
"Well I had thought so too when I left the hotel and headed down to see him. Doctors are running a few tests and thinking it is either pneumonia or pancreatitis."
"Oh." Alfred said. "Have you told Mattie yet?"
"I left a message for him. He's not off work yet and your dad is in good hands and I am here for him. He's not seeming as bad as he was. But I am sure that whatever it is he will need to stay here a few days and I am sure he would like to see his boys." Francis said.
"Is he that bad, I mean I know he's in the hospital and such…" Alfred asked tapping his hand on his cast, causing Ivan to look over worried.
"Well, how bad we don't know." Francis repeated. "They are going to do a few more tests and they already took a few blood samples."
"When is visiting hours?" Alfred asked.
"From 7am to 9pm…." Francis recalled from what the nurse told him.
"Mattie doesn't often get home till 9…. And it's an hour drive…." Alfred said. "Have you tried driving in a cast? It's not easy and Ivan does it for me most of the time, at least until I am healed up. Insists…."
"Well even if you boys could magically teleport here this instant, your dad is asleep. He wouldn't know you are here." Francis said. "I'll call Gilbert and have him let Mathieu leave a little early. The broadcast he works may end at 6:30 but he's told me about some of the after work that is done and that is why he doesn't get home until he does. Even if I cannot get through, you two can come down after he gets off and see your dad in the morning. We will know more about his condition then."
"Sure. I'll tell Matt if he doesn't get your message." Alfred hung up.
"What's wrong dorogoy?" Ivan asked worried.
"Dad's in the hospital. It was acting like a heart attack but the doctors think it isn't that. Something still serious but they're still doing tests. When Mattie gets off work, I'll tell him and we'll head down to see him. "You can come if you want Vanya, but I think Mattie can take care of a wounded me. Besides, Natalya and Toris are here for Katyusha. I am going to miss that Epiphany I was planning for you guys that you took over after I busted myself up." Ivan sighed and kissed his husband deeply. "It will not be the same without you but I can save you some of the foods. If you need me, you know the drive is not that long."
Toris looked over at Alfred. "I am sure your father will be fine."
"Thanks Torri." Alfred smiled. "Well I'll tell Katy so she knows." He got up and headed to Katyusha and Matthew's room and knocked on the door. "Katy?"
"Fredka?" She asked.
"Got a sec?" He asked as Katyusha paused her game.
"Sure." She replied. "I am now in Celadon City."
"Great." Alfred said, knowing she had taken quite a liking to the Pokemon game she was given. Matthew had even gotten her a plush Eevee knowing how much she liked it. "I have to tell you something because once he gets home, Mattie and I have to go to our dads' place…."
"Why? You'll miss Epiphany tomorrow." She said with a slight frown. "I was hoping that even though Natalya would be taking over my recipes he could still enjoy it." Tears were starting to form, causing her to wipe her eyes. "I would go with you if not for my own medical issues."
"Vanya said he'd save me some and I am sure he'd save some for Mattie too." Alfred said. "But know how he is about driving around midnight unless absolutely necessary so I was figuring I would let you know."
"Well lucky for him, I have just finished folding our laundry. Toris had done it for me and was going to fold it and put it away. That is light enough for me." Katyusha said. "I will have an overnight bag packed for Matvey. Get yours together so you can make sure your dad is okay." She said as she waved out Alfred, who could tell she was serious.
Francis was sitting beside Arthur when he stirred awake. "Mon amor!" He said hugging him.
"I am not dead yet!" Arthur said as the curtain opened.
"Ah Mr. Bonnefoy, Mr. Kirkland," a brown haired man said as he looked at the chart. "We have reviewed your charts and found that the reason you thought you were having a heart attack was due to an attack of pancreatitis. While we were doing some scans and ultrasounds, we noticed a few gallstones that were what caused that attack of pancreatitis."
"Why did it feel like a bloody heart attack!" Arthur said.
"It has been known to happen that when one has an attack it will feel a lot like a heart attack, but it is not" Dr. Edelstein said sternly. "And your attitude one that leads me to believe you are very highly stressed. We will monitor that while you are with us for your stay." He noted on the chart. "Tomorrow you are scheduled for a biopsy so we can rule out pancreatic cancer."
"But I thought you said it was just gallstones that caused the pancreatitis?" Francis asked.
"Well it could be the only thing but there could be others as well." Dr. Edelstein noted. "So we would like to be sure. Pancreatic cancer is a very vicious cancer that can hide well for years until something like this happens. If we catch it early the survival rate is much better than when it is normally caught when it is too late to really do much of anything. But you are being admitted for the next few days while we treat this."
"Can't you just give me some hard medication and send me home?" Arthur asked. "I can't be in the hospital, I have to work on my beginning of term lectures and Monday I start the new semester."
"I am having a member of the psychology department speak with you as well. You are very tense and there must be some underlying reason. Do not worry, the initial visit can be in your room." Dr. Edelstein replied "But you are not being released until Tuesday at least. Now I must speak with surgery and the pharmacy. Mr. Bonnefoy you can stay with Mr. Kirkland until he is assigned his room." He noted one thing down and turned to Arthur. "If you work on your stress, it may be an old wives' tale but you wouldn't need such cheap hair dye."
"Why that!" Arthur said as he looked over and saw Francis tapping his foot at his husband. "Francis?"
"I knew there was a reason my hair dye was disappearing faster than I was using it." Francis said. "It is alright if you feel insecure about your aging my love."
"Then why are you mad at me for using your dye?" Arthur asked.
"Because my shade of blonde does not suit you for one. And two, you took mine without my permission. How rude!" Francis scoffed.
"We are married what's mine is yours and what's yours is mine." Arthur replied.
"Well you were the one better off financially when we did marry." Francis sighed. "So you are stealing a poor man's dye. You should be ashamed." He teased. He noticed Arthur's disgruntled face when he heard a buzz in his pocket. "Oh! A text message."
"Well who is it from? Your credit card saying you over spent at Louis Vuitton and the wine store?" Arthur laughed.
"You're ill so I will let that one slide." He unlocked the phone. "Oh. The boys will be here tomorrow. Alfred sent me a message that Mathieu had received my text and he and Alfred were talking after he was off the air. They agreed to come down for the weekend." Francis read off. "So you'll see them again soon. Although with Ivan's little sister over, I can see why they'd chose you in a hospital bed over her."
"Bollocks." Arthur said as he pulled the blanket closer and an orderly took him to his room. "You will be able to visit him in the morning Mr. Bonnefoy." The man said. "He's going to be in room 714."
"Thank you." Francis said. "See you in the morning with the boys! And I'll see if you remember the room number." He teased.
"714, July 14th in how the Americans write their dates. Your birthday. You'd give me hell if you forgot. Now if you remember 423…."
"Your birthday mon amor. And forgive me for believing such foolish superstition but you are as bullheaded as your sign. Sleep well and dream of your handsome husband." He waved.
"Yes, you too." Arthur sighed as they took him out of the emergency room.
Translation Guide:
(Obtained via Google Translate)
Vas t'en de mon chemin-French-Get out of my way
quatre heures trente de l'après-midi-French-Four thirty in the afternoon
salope complète et totale-French-complete and utter bitch
Va te faire foutre, bête négligée-French-go fuck yourself you slovenly beast
Merde-French-shit
Remerciez le Seigneur glorieux d'en haut-French-Thank the glorious Lord above
esclave salarié inepte insensible-French-Uncaring inept wage slave
bol'shoy brat-Russian-Big brother
Radi lyubvi k Bogu ya otorvu etot grebanyy telefon ot steny-Russian-For the love of God I will rip that fucking phone from the wall
Dorogoy-Russian-Darling
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