Chapter 7: Dr Edelstein
"Wake him up." An unknown male voice commanded. It was nasally and very upper class, yet it had an impertinent terseness that demanded quick results. Alfred was blearily wondering who it was, when he was suddenly roused by Ludwig dumping a pail of freezing cold water over him and laughing raucously.
"Ach sleeping past 9am! Get up lazy bones!" He snorted derisively as Alfred scrambled to stand up on his bandaged leg. Ludwig gestured to the unknown man in the sharp suit and white coat and gave him an introduction.
"This is mein bruder Roderich Edelstein, also known as Austria. We are very close, almost as close as you are to Arthur." He suddenly frowned "Ach nein, is that going to set off your waterworks again?"
Alfred held his breath to keep the tears in and shook his head very lightly.
"Gut. So anyway, Roderich here will be giving you a medical examination – he is a very gifted doctor in the field of internal medicine, so you'll be in safe hands!" He laughed once again, bade his goodbyes and left the cell – the harsh clanking of the sliding bolt echoing around the room.
Roderich ignored the sound and looked through the folder of notes in his hand – his intent gaze similar to his brothers' as he scanned every sentence.
As Roderich gently nudged his thin-rimmed glasses back onto his bridge and continued reading, Alfred took this opportunity to properly appraise him, to get an idea of what his personality was like from his general demeanour and to hopefully distinguish if he shared the same sadistic traits as Ludwig.
Roderich was tall and well-built; not as muscled as his brother, but still possessing that broadness that most middle-Europeans seemed to have. His face was pure of complexion (save for that one mole on his chin) and elegantly chiselled, giving him a very regal appearance which was soon marred by that haughty scowl he insisted on wearing. Alfred looked to the eyes last and was not surprised to see that they encompassed the same cruelty as his brothers – the only difference being that Roderichs' were brown, not blue.
Almost as if on cue, He flicked those eyes up and caught Alfred staring at him.
"Remove your clothing." He commanded, taking a clipboard and pencil out from the black leather valise by his feet. Alfred was not comfortable with this at all, but he knew better than to defy a brother of Ludwigs'.
He started by sliding off his trusty bomber jacket and peeling off his leather gloves
"Hurry up."
He jumped to it and started removing articles quicker and throwing them behind him until he was down to his boxers.
"And those too."
Alfred close his eyes and rolled them off too; exceedingly glad that the urine he passed during that disturbing first night hadn't made a stain in his underwear. After discarding them to the floor, he stood completely naked at Roderichs' mercy.
"I am going to ask you some questions and you will answer them truthfully, yes?"
Alfred nodded, unsure as to whether he is allowed to speak or not.
"Permission to speak." He sighed, rolling his eyes as if to say "I always have to do this with Ludwigs' prisoners".
"Y-yes, of course I will answer them truthfully."
Roderich reached down into his doctors' bag and took out a pair of latex gloves, which he snapped onto his hands "One can't be too careful with Americans, you never know what diseases they might carry…" then picked up his clipboard and turned his attention back to his humiliated subject.
"Question 1: Full name."
"Alfred Franklin Jones."
After many questions concerning diet, sleep, teeth and exercise, Roderich finally turned his attention to his sexual health.
"Question 34: How many sexual partners have you had?"
Alfred turned away as if thoroughly embarrassed.
"None."
Roderich carefully jotted the information down and smirked nastily.
"Really? I heard that all you filthy Americans liked to put it about everywhere! You're actually denoted as the most active venereal disease infectors in the entire world!"
"I am not sure about that, but I can assure you that I have no such diseases." He replied, trying his best to keep the offended inflection out of his voice.
"Set Gut, but I will still have to check. You must understand that this is my job and I can stop anytime you are uncomfortable."
Alfred nodded but was perturbed –This guy definitely has a screw loose somewhere - One minute he's insulting me, the next he's playing the good doctor!
Roderich crouched down in front of Alfred, on eye level with his flaccid genitals, and began inspecting them for indicators of disease.
"Not really much of a shower…" He mused to himself, heaping further embarrassment onto his patient as he lifted it up and let it fall back down with a pathetic 'plap'. He looked around for the clipboard so that he could record the information so far, but couldn't find it.
"Ach where is that Nurse of mine? I can't inspect and record at the same bloody time!" Roderich lifted himself up from the crouch "Excuse me, I must go find my bloody wife."
Alfred knew better than to leave his position, so he remained still and nude in the middle of his cell. After what seemed like ages of waiting, Roderich finally returned with that angelic nurse Herdevary in tow, who gave Alfred a quick smile to lift his spirits. He responded back, but his face soon fell as Ludwig entered too and slammed the door shut.
"I couldn't let you have all the fun!" Ludwig laughed, as Elizeveta became increasingly uncomfortable.
"I trust that you've got nothing more important to do?"
"Ach nein, nothing that Honda-san or any other official can't handle."
Roderich returned to his crouching position and beckoned his Nurse to do the same. The gloves were snapped back on and he resumed his prodding and poking around Alfreds' privates.
"Okay, you ready to take notes? Firstly, the patient is circumcised, as you can see by the thin white scar around his glans. This is a common practice in his country, I hear."
The Nurse was writing the notes down diligently, only pausing to take looks at the flaccid member. Alfred could feel the humiliation burning his cheeks already, despite being so cold in that icy stone cell.
Roderich continued.
"Secondly, as you can see, there are no blisters, warts or discharge – this is a good indicator that he is free of venereal disease."
"Ach you'd think someone like him would be going round fucking everything in sight!" The blond man remarked as he sat on the desk, thoroughly amused by this spectacle.
"Well he said that he was still a virgin, so I guess he's the rare type of American."
"What tests?" Alfred had a sinking feeling that it involved needles again. His calf pulsed as if to agree with him.
"Blood, urine, stool, semen and fitness." Roderich fumbled round in his bag once again, getting frustrated at producing nothing. "Ach, it's all in our room. You" Directing it at Elizeveta "come and give me a hand instead of staring at his limp dick all morning." Roderich unsnapped his gloves and the pair left the cell, his white coat nearly getting caught in the heavy steel door.
Alfred and Ludwig were alone again, and the painful memories of yesterday causing his heart to beat a rapid tattoo within his chest.