It was Wednesday morning; Sweden was getting a check-up in a separate room from his. It was officially his third day at the hospital.
"What's wrong sir?" asked the nurse that was busy taking Sweden's temperature.
Sweden couldn't take his eyes off the doctor that stood outside the hallway, speaking to another nurse.
"Why hello sir, everything going alright?" asked the doctor as soon as he stepped inside the check-up room.
"Stay afway from fim," mumbled Sweden in a funny way with the thermometer sticking out of his mouth. The nurse and doctor look at him curiously.
"Who? Your little friend?" asked the doctor laughing.
"I know fhat your foing," he mumbled giving him a leer. It seemed to amuse the doctor.
"Why sir, what could you possibly think I'd do to him?" The nurse took the thermometer out of Sweden's mouth.
"Don't mess with me," he warned as he stood up.
"Sir, may I remind you to wear your hospital gown!" exclaimed the nurse as Sweden pushed the door open.
"I'm not about to walk in a white apron with no pants again," said Sweden, his face turning a little red from embarrassment as he avoided looking at either of the two.
"I don't know, I could get in awful lot of trouble," said the doctor.
"Even better," replied Sweden, holding the door open.
"I guess you're right, walking in required hospital clothes is degrading, letting all those people get a peak at your behind, and your friend, he probably wouldn't like that either."
Sweden twitched a little and turned back to look at the doctor, who smiled blissfully just like he has been the whole time.
"My friend?" asked Sweden.
"Yup," smiled the doctor. Sweden narrowed his eyes.
Touché doctor.
And left the room.
"Is he ready yet?" asked the doctor as he sat in the wheelie chair. The nurse looked thru the clipboard she held on, where she had recorded all of Mr. Sweden's data.
"No, not yet," said the nurse.
"Time to kick it up a notch Belarus," replied the doctor as he smiled mischievously.
Sweden walked towards the elevator area located at the center of every floor on the hospital. He pressed the button, tapping on the floor with his black shoe impatiently. Finland had told him he was going to make them breakfast outside in the hospital's patient area.
As he fixed his jeans, he noticed another young lad standing next to him.
"Hello sir, going down the Patient area as well I see," smiled the brunette as he also wore jeans under his hospital clothes.
"Sweden right?" he asked. He nodded.
"Austria?" asked Sweden. The man nodded. He then crossed his elbows, impatient.
"What are you in for?" he asked as if they were in a prison, against their will.
"Broken wrist."
It sure did feel like it.
"I got a broken knee when an idiot of a German pushed me forward, thinking I'd be funny to see me fall into a pool. I hit the underwater stairs hard. I almost drowned. The fool! Almost killing me!" he exclaimed angrily.
Sweden nodded, agreeing to nothing. He quietly admired how Austria seemed so composed while being bubbling angry at the same time. He then turned his head, hearing a loud clack of metal. He saw a struggling albino fellow awkwardly dragging a metal crutch behind himself.
"Hey! Use your crutch!" he yelled annoyed as he tried handing the crutch to Austria.
"I can walk by myself, thank you very much Prussia," Austria huffed.
"C'mon, I'm trying to be nice!" complained Prussia.
"You make it sound like it's a drag to help me, so I don't want your help!"
"But Austria, I'm real sorry, I thought-!"
"Well you thought wrong you moron!" complained Austria. The elevator opened. Sweden awkwardly stepped inside, not knowing whether he should interfere. Austria limped inside, till the cast on his leg got stuck in the crack between the elevator and the floor. Sweden helped the man inside the elevator. As he helped Austria recline against the wall inside, he felt a hand grab his shoulder.
"Get your hands off of him!" growled Prussia, leering at Sweden. Sweden raised an eyebrow, confused.
"Don't drag him into this!" yelled Austria annoyed.
"You pampered ass fool! Why won't you understand I want to help you! It's just that you never let me!" said Prussia.
"I wonder why!" yelled Austria. Prussia shoved Sweden to the side. The elevator closed before Sweden could try and dash out on the two. He meekly stood besides the two, deciding whether to stare at the floor or the floor number that would just not change!
"Just let me help you!" yelled Prussia as he grabbed Austria's hands.
"Get away from me you hooligan!" yelled Austria as he shoved the crutch and Prussia away.
"Hey!" finally said Sweden, terribly concerned for the young lad. He shoved Prussia to the side. Prussia struggled to walk past Sweden's arm that separated the two.
"HOW CAN I IF I LOVE YOU? !" yelled Prussia as he grabbed Sweden's arm. He pulled the tall man to the floor as he leaned over Austria. Sweden landed on his hands, startled by what he had just heard. Did I just hear him right?
"But, why would you push me?" asked Austria, just as startled as Sweden was.
"Because stupid France was going to tell you in that moment and I wanted to tell you myself!" cried out Prussia, looking away from Austria embarrassed.
"R-really?"
"Yeah."
Sweden heard a small ding. The elevator door opened on the floor Austria had pressed to get down from.
"Excuse me-" before Sweden could warn Austria that they were on the floor the two were going to get off on, the Patio floor, he felt a heavy push from a boot on his butt and being kicked out of the elevator literally. Sweden slumped on the floor outside the elevator. He turned back inside to see Prussia grabbing onto Austria's shoulder.
"Sorry Sweden, when a man has to take care of business, he has to take care of business," laughed Prussia as the door closed. Sweden stared at the elevator for a few seconds and catches a glimpse of the two kissing.
"I hear they have great make-up sex," mumbled Romano out of nowhere as a passerby, standing right behind Sweden. His face rushes red for no reason, well other than the fact that he now knew about someone's private life. Make it sex life.
How can they have make-up sex if Prussia never told Austria he loved him? Was all Sweden could ask himself as he held himself with his arms, a little disturbed by the event.
I have a lot to learn.
As Sweden paced towards the hallway leading to the patio outside, he kept on wondering about his question earlier. Was he more clueless about love than he had first thought? He sighed.
At least he knows he loves Finland. That's okay. It's all I need to know. He said cheering himself up.
"Hey!" he heard a familiar voice squeak from afar. He was then tackled from behind by a small child.
"Oh, Sealand," muttered Sweden relieved.
"Mom said to come find you!" he gleamed as he grabbed on Sweden's good wrist as he led him outside.
"D-don't call him that in front of him," muttered Sweden.
Outside, he spotted Finland under a big white parasol, sitting on an outside table with plates and glasses.
"How long have you two been waiting?" asked Sweden as he and Sealand stepped into the patio and headed towards Finland.
"About twenty minutes. But Mom was already out here earlier setting up. He was very nervous!"
"Really?" asked Sweden as if that was rare of his little friend. It was usual for him to hear Finland being nervous about setting up something for the two, but no matter how many times he saw or heard about it, he would always feel it as if it were unbelievable. He was very touched every single time.
As the two approached the table, Finland nervously sat on one side of the seats.
"Um, Sealand, why don't you go play with the other kids?" asked Finland nervously as he crossed his hands on top of the table nervously smiling. Sweden raised his eyebrows, finding the favor a little odd, as he took his seat across Finland.
"Sure!" exclaimed Sealand as he ran straight for a small playground where other little children played.
"Has he eaten already?" asked Sweden as he reached for a mug he assumed was prepared for him. He began to pour milk in it.
"N-no, I just . . . wanted to talk about something private," mumbled Finland as he fiddled with his fingers. Curious, Sweden stared at the young man from the corner of his eye as he drank from the mug.
"Well, you see, it's something I've been meaning to discuss with you for a while now. But I'm afraid you might not like it," he started as he avoided eye contact.
Is this . . ?
"Might not like it?" repeated Sweden.
"Y-yeah," answered the nervous man.
Sweden then remembered his odd encounter back at the elevator.
'Because stupid France was going to tell you in that moment and I wanted to tell you myself!'
No, he mustn't let this happen to him too!
"You see, I-"
Having nothing in mind to stop the Finnish man from possibly 'beating him to the punch (?)', he did the unexpected.
"Uh!" Sweden tipped over his mug purposely. It spilled all over, getting some of the napkins and plates wet. It also got on Finland's light blue pants.
"Ah!" he yelped loudly. Sweden grabbed a nearby napkin and went over to Finland. He began to desperately dry the man's pants. But to no use.
"Are you burned?" he asked. No response.
"Finland?"
"N-no," he muttered in response. He hadn't moved since Sweden began to try to dry him of the coffee.
"I'm so sorry, let me clean the ta-!"
"I have to go change," muttered the man as he got up quickly and ran off into the hospital's doors.
Sweden stood there, wondering if Finland was angry. Sealand ran up to him.
"Dad! What happened to Mom? You tell him something embarrassing?" asked Sealand curiously.
"No," replied Sweden with a little guilt. Embarrassing? I just spilled coffee all over his pants!
"His face was all red Dad! Reddest I've ever seen!" exclaimed the boy as he rubbed his own cheeks.
"We just had a little accident is all. I'm going to go fetch some towels from my room. Be right back," replied the man as he headed straight for the hospital as well.
As he stood in the elevator, rubbing on one of his arms, he didn't know whether to be embarrassed about the childish stunt he pulled or the fact that he just ruined a nice breakfast Finland had made for the two. He felt like punching himself.
He then proceeded, as much as it was against the rules, to run to his room since he didn't want Finland to also beat him into cleaning up the mess he had made. As he went inside his room and looked thru Finland's bag of supplies, he heard the doorknob being turned. Fearing it was the Finland-stealing doctor, he opened the bathroom door that faced his own medical bed and went inside, leaving just a slight crack open. He then noticed it was Finland, who glanced around nervously to check if anyone was inside. The man the closed the door, and after a little trouble, was able to figure out how to lock the door. He then knelt down over the pile of bags he had brought with him in search of some clean pants.
"Maybe it's a sign. Maybe I shouldn't tell him. He'll be mad at me," muttered the boy to himself. Sweden felt bad for eavesdropping on his friend. Wait a minute; he hadn't stopped calling Finland his friend since they got here! That evil doctor! He did do something!
"Ugh, but I don't want him to not know, it'll be easier for us," he muttered again.
"Oh!" Finland finally found a clean pair of pants. He then heard Finland, his back facing him, starting to unzip his pants.
"Uh, I wish he hadn't tried cleaning my lap," muttered Finland, sounding a little bashful.
Alright, that's it! Said Sweden to himself as he grabbed some random cotton balls and tried plugging his ears. He was already eavesdropping, but to take a peek at his wife without permission?
As he was about to turn around in the bathroom into a new sitting position, he, despite how much cotton he used, was able to hear the doorknob being turned. He turned to peek, and saw the doctor.
Sweden felt his mouth open up a little, stunned at the huge coincidence.
He saw the doctor approach Finland. Finland at first timidly covered himself with the clean pants. Sweden accidently caught a peak at his wife's briefs. He felt his face rush with blood. I man sure, he's seen his wife's briefs dozens of times, but actually being worn was something completely new. And exciting.
He then noticed the doctor, with his happy yet evil smile, take out his hand and slide it under Finland's shirt. Finland just looked away as the doctor kept on sliding his hand on the man's skin. Finland must not have locked the door right.
Sweden felt a pang of anger hit him.
The doctor then leaned closer over the Finnish man; Finland turning away nervously.
"Hey!" yelled Sweden as he swung the bathroom door open. Covered in toilet paper and cotton balls stuck to his clothes, he seemed very un-intimidating.
"Ah!" yelped Finland as he covered himself even more. The doctor took out his hand and turned his body towards Sweden's, who stepped towards him.
"Why, hello sir. What I may ask were you doing in the bathroom?" asked the doctor. Sweden narrowed his eyes. He wasn't going to let the doctor make him look like the bad guy. He stepped in between him and Finland, his back towards his wife, to defend her as he shielded him with his arm that had the cast.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked.
"Giving a physical check up. Your friend Finland told me he was feeling a little warm, and thought he was getting sick, which by the way, you aren't," said the doctor delightfully.
Sweden felt his mouth twitch, feeling a little stupid now. And more angry.
"That reminds me, I have to check up on you again this afternoon. Seems something came up odd," kept on blabbing the doctor. Sweden had enough. He grabbed the man by the collar of his uniform.
"Sve!" yelped Finland startled as Sweden raised the man a little above 3 inches from the floor.
"You're mocking me. You're taking advantage of your position here. Whatever you have to say will go unheard. I don't like you, and I don't like you going near my wife!" hissed Sweden. He then felt yanks on his arm.
"Sve, please, just put him down," muttered Finland, crying a little. Sweden swallowed hard, his narrow eyes growing soft again. He plopped the doctor back on the floor. The doctor coughed a little as he fixed his uniform.
"I'll see you later, Mr. Sweden," he said as he turned around and closed the door quietly behind himself.
"Finland-"Sweden turned, wanting to explain himself to his-
"Leave me alone," mumbled the man as he re-zipped his stained pants and proceeded to walk towards the door.
"Wait, let me leave. You still have to . . . change . . . ," muttered Sweden, feeling a little embarrassed than Finland though he was taking a peek.
Without taking another glance at Finland, or actually being able to bare having a mental image of the Finnish man's face crying, he also left the room, deciding it was best to leave the man to think for a while and give him privacy.
"I'm such an idiot," uttered Sweden as he walked off from his room back into the direction of the elevators. He was so consumed into thought; he didn't notice the keys swinging that were still in the doorknob of his room. Someone had wanted to come in, whether they were expected or not.
Finland sat on the bed, staring at his clean pants. He began to silently cry. He felt terrible and at fault. If only Sweden knew the doctor and surgeon were Russia, Sweden's biggest enemy, none of this would have happened. They would have left immediately, instead of Finland's modesty letting Russia get the best of him. Sweden must be so upset at him.
Meanwhile, Sweden stood quietly in the elevator, waiting for it to stop. He felt very bad for feeling so angry at something as stupid as a check-up. Maybe Finland is right, there's nothing to worry about.
That's when he finally decided to let his guard down, no more hospital and doctor paranoia. At least then Finland won't be upset with him anymore.
"You did great sir," said nurse Belarus as she looked in the security tapes in the security room of the hospital. Russia smiled. Belarus then scratched at the back of her neck. Russia noticed and put another white patch on her, which seemed to make Belarus forget what she was doing and continued looking at the video, with an indifferent-like stare.
"I'm just stunned they haven't recognized me," he said as he slipped off the mask he wore that covered half of his face. Ironically it did a poor job at covering all of his signature smile.
"Everything's working out perfectly," he smiled.
a/n: Please, if you see any jumbled up, random words that don't make sense or wrong grammar let me know! I would appreciate it!
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