Elite: FINALLY! AFTER SO MANY WEEKS OF WRITER'S BLOCK ON THIS STORY, I UPDATE! WOOHOOO!
Jordon: You mean all this time, you had writer's block? And yet you updated Why Me? more often.
Elite: Sorry about that.
Jordon: Whatever.
Elite: I said I was sorry.
Jordon: And I said whatever. Now hurry up with the whole introduction thing so people could read the damn story.
Elite: Dear readers, please forgive me for not updating. I am so sorry. I will kill myself later. Hetalia does not belong to me at all. Enjoy.
Jordon: About time.
Chapter 8: In Sickness and in Artistic Values
Lilli just sat there with her hands to her mouth. I had the stupid idiot who shot the gun slammed against the wall. He was your typical gangster around this area. But this guy had a couple of bruises all over his face and chest with a large swelling black eye. He was cowering in fear which was a complete joke. I actually know who this damn idiot was.
"We meet again Andy." I growled. My old high school friend winced at the harshness in my voice. I threw him onto the sidewalk. "Get out you motherfucker! I better not see you again!"
"Dude, Jora, you wouldn't have to go through this if you just . . ."
"OUT!" I shouted at him.
The wimpy gangster ran away with his tail between his legs.
It was typical to have a lot of gang activity here. That's the kind of place this is. A high class society with back alley secrets. It's those idiots who think that getting a bigshot would get them easy money. My ass. They won't get anywhere with the shit they're doing. Oh well, not my life.
Just then I felt really dizzy. So dizzy in fact that I thought I was about to collapse. I gulped down some saliva to calm myself down, which didn't work. I looked at my head and noticed the lack of color. I know exactly what's going on. I sighed.
I'll handle that a bit later.
I turned to the shocked Lilli who was still on the ground.
"You okay?" I asked monotone again. She nodded her head. I held out a hand for her. Lilli got back to her feet. "Sorry you had to see that."
"Oh no, it's alright." Lilli smiled; still looking a little shaken. "Are you hurt in any way?"
"Nah, I'm fine." I shrugged my shoulders. Then I pulled out my phone. "It's about time that we get back to the school."
"You're probably right."
-Hetalia-
How the hell did I end up here?
"Alright class, we have the District of Columbia joining us for today. Please treat him with respect."
The class gave a unified yes to the teacher.
I sighed. Then I glared at Alfred who was sitting right next to me. He was smiling like there is no tomorrow. I picked up a sharpened pencil and threw it at the side of his head. Small traces of blood trickled down in an anime way. He screamed in pain. Then he held this bleeding spot.
"What the hell was that for?" He shouted. I threw another pencil at him. When he dodged, I threw a book at him and that landed on his head. "OW! Knock it off!"
"Did you really had to bring me here?" I asked in my scratchy guy voice again. Again. This voice is getting annoying now.
"Please~!" Alfred pleaded with his hands in prayer form.
I sighed.
Alfred woke me up right after lunch because he wanted me to draw him something while he comes up with an art piece for the festival that's going to be happening soon. Since I was in art school, he asked me. But as for me saying "yes" never occurred. He just dragged me here.
The dizziness from last night was still lingering in my head. It wasn't a good sign.
Whatever.
I look up to see other people just started to sketch. I decided to do the same.
"Just draw whatever buddy!" Alfred said as he slams his hand against my back. I almost fell over.
"You bloody git, he's still injured!" Thank you Arthur for the support. Arthur whacked Alfred on the head. Then he turned to me with sympathetic eyes. "How are you lad? You look better."
"I've seen better days." I muttered; slipping into my girlish voice again. I looked at my blank canvas. Nothing comes to mind. "I wonder what I could draw . . ."
"Anything you want mon cherie!" I glared at Francis. He just winked at me.
I sighed. For the month and a half that I have been here so far, I know some of the thick headed people who just won't give up. Well that gives them character I guess.
"Aren't you going to draw?" I looked at Arthur who was looking over my shoulder. "How about you draw a flower?"
"A flower?" Alfred frowned. "Really? Why draw a flower?"
As those two bicker, I took the idea. Flowers are girly but universal. I mean who wouldn't want a bouquet of flowers for a gift?
Which reminds me, I have to get some before I go and meet somebody today. Hopefully she's home. You guys will meet her a little later once I'm done with this picture. Maybe.
I've always loved to draw. It's been a habit of mine to draw however I feel. Even when I was little. It's second nature to me actually. My mind could go blank but I can draw a really good picture. Well at least that's what everybody else says.
I started out drawing with every little kindergarten kid. Just drawing on plain paper with just crayons. Then through the course of my middle school years I got more into getting details. Watching a lot of anime during that time made me draw a lot of anime shit. My first anime show was Sailor Moon and Pokemon. (Ah, classics.) It wasn't until I took a course of art in my eighth grade year did I realize that I knew little to nothing of actual art.
So I became obsessed with learning everything I could to get better.
Computer art was my next obsession. Seeing things that I could drawn on the tablet or even on an art program itself opened a world of possibilities. I could use transparency better, making mistakes are easily fixed and so much more.
So throughout my high school years, I work nothing on actual school work and just art. Trying to get proportions right, learning perspective, angles, skeleton work (how the body moves), fabric folds, gravity, psychics and so much more. I could now see the world through the lens of a camera embedded into my eyes. I learned it all within my high school career.
But even with all of this knowledge, I am still an intermediate artist at best. I still need help with plenty of other things but details are my biggest problem points. Up until the second semester of my senior year that I finally got to that but even then it wasn't good enough.
What am I doing?I'm rambling. Don't mind what I just said.
"HOLY SHIT!" I jumped at the loud exclamation. I lifted up the pencil from the paper and looked at Alfred. He was looking at the picture. I looked down and held it out some ways away.
It was a picture of a floating city shaped like a flower floating in the sky. The windows were easily seen on the flower shaped city itself. There was a lily pad on the bottom of the flower that connected itself to another flower with a similar design of the main city. Flying cars and motorcycles were transferring people to of place to the other. Behind the two main flowers are more flower shaped cities. Water fell from the edges of the lily pad making it more obvious that everything was floating.
"DUDE THAT IS AMAZNG!" Alfred took the sketch book from my hands and took a closer look at the picture. "Who knew that you could come up with something amazing with just a flower?"
I take offense to that, Alfred.
"That's offensive America-kun." Kiku said with a single drop of sweat rolling down the side of his head. I snickered a bit but relaxed afterward. Kiku turned to me. "It is an amazing drawing."
I shrugged my shoulders. Kiku suddenly looked a little worried.
"What's wrong?" I asked him. God damn it, stupid grating voice.
"Ano, you have been rubbing your head for a bit." I looked down at my neck and sure enough my left hand was on it. Something was stingy at my head on the right hand side. I looked back at Kiku. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." I sat up from the stool."I'll be at the hopsital though. Something's bothering me."
"Alright." Kiku smiled.
I walked out of there without a lot attention. I'm not surprised since there is a full on fight between France, England and America. How it started, I have no clue.
-Hetalia-
Yao handed me some liquid medicine. I drank the whole thing and took a quick drink of water soon after. I let out a sigh of satisfaction.
"Thanks again, Yao." I said to him. He just nodded his head. Then I looked at the phone on one side of the room. I pointed to it. "Hey Yao, do you mind if I make a call?"
"No, it's no problem at all." He shook his head. Then we both turned to the door opening, It was Kiku. "Yes, Nihon, what's wrong aru?"
"France was thrown out of the window again." Kiku sighed.
. . . .
"Again aru?" Yao groaned.
. . . . . . . wait . . . .
"Yes, again." Kiku sighed.
. . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . .
"I'll be right back, Jordon." Yao said after he picked up a first aid kit. "You can go on ahead and make your phone call. Kiku, please show me where."
"Hai."
. . . . . .
. . . . . .
what did he mean by again?
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . . .
I better not question.
I snapped out of my daze and made my way to the phone. Then remembering the number by heart, I made the call. She picked up within the first ring.
"Hello?" She said softly into the phone.
"Hi Dr. Rose." I said to her.
"Jordon!" I pulled the phone away from my ear. Now I remember why I don't call her on my cellphone that makes the sound louder then it should be. I sighed as I reluctantly put the phone back to my ear. "Jordon, how are you? Why aren't you in class? I haven't seen you in weeks! You have been keeping up with your studies. As a college professor, I don't not care but as your dear-."
"Dr. Rose, your rambling again." I said harshly. The only way to talk to this damn woman.
"Oh sorry." The sweet woman laughed nervously. Then she cleared her throat. "So, what do I owe this special occasion. I know the reason you call is because it's about . . ."
"Yes, Dr. Rose." I made sure I sound irritated. "It's about that. So I will be stopping by your house sometime this week for it. Is that alright with you?"
"Of course Sweetie." I let out a sigh of relief. Then she let out a worried sigh. "But I believe we should start sooner. I mean, I have not heard from you in weeks and you need that every month. Especially after that . . ."
"Yes, I know." I said sternly again. I looked behind me and saw nobody. Which was good. I turned back to the phone. "I know I need that blood transfusion Doc, but you don't have to rub it in my face. I'll see if I can make it in tonight. If not then tomorrow."
"Alright." Dr. Rose sighed. "Please be careful."
"I will Doc." I closed the phone after saying goodbye to her.
As soon as I did, my dizziness kicked into high gear. I suddenly felt sea-sick without the actual sea. I leaned against the bland nurse walls and try to calm down my heart. It was pulsing really fast which was a really bad sign for me. After a while of staying still, my heart relaxed. I let out a sigh of relief.
I turned around to have my back face the wall. Thinking back to what I just got done talking about with Dr. Rose. It's because of those two things. I feel so disgusted having to to go through with this. It wasn't exactly my fault though.
No, only half the reason is my fault but the other half is not.
But there is no way to avoid this anymore. I have to go to the damn doctor tonight. Or it might be the end of me. Or the trip to the hospital in downtown.
I shuddered at the thought. How I hate that god forsaken place.
As soon as I heard the footsteps come close tot he door, I got to my feet; restarting the excitement on my heart again. Francis and Arthur came into the nurse's office with a bandaged head on both of them. I walked away from the phone and headed for the door. Nobody seem to notice which was a good thing. I just made it to the hallway when Kiku caught my arm. I looked at him.
"Jordon-san, are you alright?" He asked me more concerned then ever. I nodded my head. Then I took my arm back from him, as gently as I can. He still looked worried.
"Why are you so worried?" I asked him.
"Gomenasai, but you've been looking very pale as of today." Kiku said. I looked down at my hands and saw it to be true. "Are you sure you are okay, Jordon-san?"
"Well, I have to go somewhere right now." I said to him. "So, I'll see ya later."
With that I left a very confused Japanese man to stand in the hallways by himself.
Author's Note
Elite: After so long, you get an update.
Jordon: Finally.
Elite: This revealed so much more on Jordon's back story. ^^
Jordon: Speaking of which, what the hell is going on wit me?
Elite: You'll have to find out as soon as I write more.
Jordon: We're going to be waiting forever. Just tell the readers to review so yo can going on the next chapter please.
Elite: Already working on it.
Jordon: Good, now finish it! *turns to readers* Review!