WARNING! This story contains many oc's, some oocness, use of human names, yaoi, violence, slang, and profanity.
America: Alfred F. Jones alias Lior Ezra
Germany: Ludwig Beilschmidt(sp?)
Prussia: Gilbert (forgot his last name)
England: Arthur Kirkland
Canada: Matthew Williams
France: Francis Bonnefoy(sp?)
North Italy: Feliciano Vargas
South Italy: Romano Vargas
China: Yao Wang
Japan: Kiku Honda
Yami Ryo: I'll add more as I remember...
/Song\: E.T. by Katy Perry
No Calls During the Meeting!
Alfred sighed, completely bored with the meeting and worried about his patients. He tapped his foot impatiently and chewed on his fingernails. He felt his neighbor suddenly elbow him and looked over.
"What is wrong with you today you git?" Arthur demanded in a whisper, glaring at him. Alfred shrugged.
"It's nothing, never mind." Alfred assured him quietly. Arthur furrowed his brows in concern for his former colony.
"Don't chew your nails, it's disgusting." Arthur scolded, slapping Alfred's hands away from his mouth. Alfred scowled at him and pushed Arthur's hand away with annoyance.
"Knock it off Artie." Alfred hissed. Arthur scowled in response.
"Then don't chew your nails." Arthur replied, Alfred huffed in response and turned away, ignoring Arthur and chewing obnoxiously on his fingers once more. Arthur whacked his shoulder.
"You are lucky you're too big to bend over my knee, you great git!" Arthur hissed, Alfred stuck his tongue out at him. Arthur resisted the urge to smack Alfred and simply huffed.
"You two! No side-conversations!" Ludwig scolded from his seat across from them. Arthur looked insulted and Alfred rolled his eyes, turning back to the front of the room and going back to his worried foot-tapping... Though he began tapping the desk with his thumb and middle finger in place of chewing his nails. Arthur sighed, throwing Alfred one more concerned glance before turning to the speaker again. Ludwig watched Alfred's nervous ticks, growing more and more curious as to what could possibly concern the superpower so much. Suddenly, music began to belt from Alfred's bomber jacket.
/Kiss me, k-k-kiss me
infect me with your love, and fill me with your poison\
Alfred got up quickly and pulled his flip-phone out of his pocket, heading for the door quickly.
/Take me, t-t-take me
wanna be your victim, ready for abduction\
Alfred closed the doors behind himself, cutting off the rest of the song and any chance the other nations had of hearing what the call was about. Feliciano gave the door a concerned glance.
"Ludwig, do you think Alfred is okay?" Feliciano asked.
"That dumbass is probably just waiting for a delivery of his shitty burgers!" Romano sneered, cutting in.
"America-san has never behaved this way during a meeting before." Kiku voiced his own concerns and Arthur nodded in agreement.
"Something is seriously wrong." Arthur spoke up in agreement.
"I'm sure it is something silly Angleterre." Francis protested flippantly causing Arthur to scowl and slam his fist onto the table.
"Something is wrong, you bloody daft frog!" Arthur snapped at him angrily.
"You know, when I went to visit him a few weeks ago, Tony wouldn't let me see him." Matthew put in softly. The others looked at him blankly.
"I apologize but who are you?" Arthur asked, embarrassed and making Matthew pout in frustration.
"I'm Canada!" Matthew informed him, very upset that no one seemed to remember him. Except for France and Prussia. But Prussia wasn't here and France was... Being France.
"Oh! I'm so sorry Matthew dear." Arthur apologized. Matthew sighed in depression.
"Maybe Amerika is sick, да?" Ivan suggested, cheerfully smiling.
"I hope not." Kiku said softly, a concerned frown on his face.
"Why do we not just ask, aru?" China interjected reasonably.
"Ja, that would be the best option." Ludwig said in agreement.
"Ve~! Okay!" Feliciano cheered. Alfred poked his head back into the room, a troubled expression on his face.
"There's been an emergency I have to go take care of. Sorry." Alfred informed them quickly, leaving and snapping the door shut before any of them could speak. Arthur slammed his hands onto the table.
"I told you something was wrong!" Arthur cried angrily.
"Oh no...Maybe we should follow him?" Matthew suggested though, it apparently went unheard with the commotion Arthur was making. Ludwig sighed and got up to follow Alfred, determined to find out what was going on with the larger, though shorter, nation. He slipped out of the room and quickly followed after Alfred. This mission would require some stealth and a lot of patience. Luckily enough, Ludwig had plenty of both. It took some time, and he was almost caught twice, but he was able to follow Alfred to the bathroom of the first floor of the building. At first he was not sure what had happened... He saw Alfred go in; but a few minutes later the only one he saw come out was a tall, thin, but beautiful, blond wearing a lab coat and name tag. Ludwig examined this person critically; taking in every detail, including the name on the tag. Ludwig knew for a fact that non-nations were forbidden within the building and concluded that Alfred had changed into a disguise for some inexplicable reason. Curious as to what could possibly require him to disguise himself, Ludwig followed close behind Alfred right up until he got into his car.
Thinking quickly, Ludwig returned to the building and located a computer rather quickly. Recalling the name on the tag, Ludwig typed it into a search engine and could not help but feel relieved that the name 'Lior Ezra' was so unique that there was only one in the entire city. Printing out the information of the clinic and directions to it, Ludwig got into his own car and made his way to the place that was on the paper. It took about twenty minutes to find his way, but he managed to do it. Ludwig sat in his car in the small parking lot, thinking carefully about his next move. He contemplating confronting the young wayward nation in the clinic. However, that did not seem an intelligent thing to do. Reaching a conclusion, Ludwig got out and walked over to Alfred's car to wait for the other nation patiently.
It was hours before Alfred came out of the building, still disguised and looking very tired. His head was down and he rubbed at his eyes as he walked in a familiar path to his own car. As he approached his car, he lifted his head and put his hand in his pocket to grab his keys. Seeing that Ludwig waiting by his car startled him so badly he actually stumbled as his eyes widened. Ludwig gave him a firm look and Alfred had the urge to laugh sheepishly and shrug at him, though he refrained from doing so. In a last ditch effort and vain hope he spoke up, softening his own voice.
"May I help you, sir?" Alfred asked hopefully. Ludwig resisted the urge to sigh and stared harder at the other nation.
"What are you doing here dressed like that?" Ludwig asked instead, his voice leaving no room for doubt that he knew who Alfred was. Alfred sighed and looked around carefully, hoping no one else was there as well. Seeing no one, Alfred motioned towards his car.
"Can we talk about this inside the car then? Where we're less likely to be heard?" Alfred pleaded gently. Ludwig nodded swiftly, having no qualms about the discussion becoming private. The two got into the car and remained silent for a moment. Growing impatient with Alfred's unusual silence, Ludwig spoke up again.
"America, what are you doing here and why are you disguised?" Ludwig asked, though it sounded more like a command than anything. Alfred sighed, clunking his forehead against the steering wheel and leaving it there.
"This is what I do when we don't have meetings...I'm a doctor for a free clinic. It's the only way I can help my people directly." Alfred confessed, lifting his head off the steering wheel and looking Ludwig directly in the eyes. Ludwig nodded in understand.
"I can understand that you wish to help your people. However, that does not explain the secrecy or disguise." Ludwig voiced.
"Both are for my protection..." Alfred told him honestly. Ludwig grew confused for a moment.
"Protection?" Ludwig asked.
"You are familiar with the Hippocratic oath, yes?" Alfred asked carefully.
"Yes. That explains nothing." Ludwig told him impatiently. Alfred regarded Ludwig carefully, as though judging him on some level.
"Ludwig...I'm a pacifist." Alfred confessed carefully, stiffening slightly and waiting for something. Ludwig looked at him in disbelief for a moment.
"You cannot be serious." Ludwig denied.
"It's not only against my oath to harm another person; it is against my personal beliefs...I've never actually fought in any of the wars that I've had. I've only ever been medical help or one of the ones issuing orders. My people, my bosses, all of them have always done their best to hide this. In fact, the only war I ever actually fought in was the revolutionary war and only the battle against England himself... and to tell the truth I only fought England himself. I didn't even actually hit him at all...I just sort of held him off." Alfred confessed, honest and very nervous. "I've never been the one actually fighting, my people always fight for me...they protect me. In return for them protecting me and not making me fight, I work here and on the battle field. I heal as many as I can as well as I can." Watching Alfred confess to all of this, Ludwig was forced to believe him. He could tell that Alfred was being honest... And thinking back to all the battles that he had fought with Alfred, there had always been others there that he had ordered to attack in his place.
"Do the other nations know any of this?" Ludwig asked uncertainly. Alfred shook his head, his eyes becoming pleading.
"Ludwig please ,you can't tell anyone! If any of them find out, they might try to attack me or my people and I don't want another war please, please don't tell anyone. Should my boss find out that you even know, he'll declare war in an effort to silence you. Please don't tell anyone." Alfred pleaded desperately. Ludwig was shocked for a moment, before nodding firmly.
"I will tell no one what I know." Ludwig vowed seriously. Alfred sighed in great relief.
"Thank you Ludwig. You have no idea how much this means to me." Alfred told him, smiling beautifully. Ludwig's cheeks flushed with that smile directed at him and looked away.
"R-right well," Ludwig replied, embarrassed. "What were you called here for?"
"Poor little Stephanie's appendix almost burst on her. Poor little thing is recovering from surgery in one of the over-night rooms. She'll be fine but that's a shitty thing to happen to such a little kid." Alfred told him, sympathetic to the small child's plight. Ludwig cringed and nodded; it was pretty terrible. "This is the only free clinic in the whole city, you know...The people that come here don't have insurance and they can hardly afford to live, let alone afford proper health care...The really sad thing is that Stephanie would have died had she been taken to the emergency room at one of the bigger hospitals..." Alfred looked genuinely mournful as he confessed this fact. Ludwig looked at Alfred carefully. He was not very good with emotional things, but he knew that Alfred was feeling upset. In an act almost completely out of character for him, he reached over and pulled Alfred into a comforting embrace. Surprised, Alfred did not move for a moment. Slowly at first, then more quickly, Alfred returned the embrace, burying his face into Ludwig's neck and accepting the comfort offered to him. It felt nice having someone to share this aspect of his life with. Maybe Ludwig finding out was not so bad.
TBC...
Yami Ryo: There ya go! Thank my muse akuoni who is insanely awesome and helped me when I got stuck on this like a hundred times. Oh, and for the sake of the story the Hippocratic Oath says you can't hurt anyone knowingly.