-Beep.-
"Dude, is he alright?"
-Beep.-
"Well, los (the) nurses said he was stable."
"What's that supposed to mean? Stable is too broad. You idiot, why'd you give him your book!"
A loud thump at the back of someone's head was heard.
"OWW!" cried a man.
"Hey you guys, have you seen Romano?"
-Beep.-
"Erm, I think he was outside the hall talking to a tanner, taller, hunkier man," laughed someone.
"OH NO!" a loud bang of a door swinging open was heard.
"Kesesese! Did you see how fast he-!"
Another loud thump at the back f someone's head was heard.
"OWW!"
"Shut up!"
Sweden groaned, terribly annoyed. He tried moving a little.
"He's awake! Look Austria, he's awake!" cried a man.
Sweden's eyes opened so suddenly. He stared at a white ceiling, incredibly blurry. He tried moving his arms. He found his right unable to move.
"Dude, calm down, you had an overdose and stuff," said Prussia as he leaned over closely over Sweden's body. Sweden noticed he was in bed, a tube slowing his breathing down. He was covered in about three layers of light blue blankets in his old room. He looked over and as he narrowed his eyes, he was able to see the machine that beeped at his bedside.
Sweden tried sitting up, feeling a little stomach sick.
"Don't get up!" cried Austria as he and Prussia shoved Sweden back down.
"Phi-! Philad!" tried breathing Sweden, his throat now began to sting again. He felt like cuts were made in it, swallowing saliva alone burned his insides.
"What?" asked Austria confused.
"Hey, didn't the creepy nurse tell us to call the doctor over when he woke up?" said Prussia.
At the word 'doctor', the machine suddenly picked up its pace at the beeping.
With all his might, Sweden lifted his left arm at Austria's sleeve. Whatever liquids were going thru the see-thru tube sticking into his arm made him very tired and sleepy, but he was finally able to grab onto Austria's sleeve. He grabbed it tightly, fearing to lose his grip on the cloth, he accidently pulls Austria a little too close to his face.
"Hey!" cried Prussia angrily. He then rushed to the door.
"Nurse! NURSE! Get your behind in here! NURSE!" cried Prussia angrily as he screamed in the hallway.
"W-where Philad?" asked Sweden unable to pronounce 'Finland' correctly.
"Sweden-"mumbled Austria staring into the man's shaky eyes. Sweden's hand trembled as he heard a familiar voice down the hall congratulating his nurses that his 'favorite' patient was awake. He was terrified of the doctor, not only was he always right, but he made Sweden feel so . . . so stupid and powerless.
"-Finland is gone."
And around the person who he most cared about.
"There he is doc! Awake and sick!" cried Prussia pointing inside the room.
From the corner of his eye he could see the large image of the doctor stepping in his room. His heart rate spikes up.
"Sweden? Sweden!" yelled Austria as he shook Sweden's hand. The man didn't respond. Or rather couldn't. Even if Sweden could, he wouldn't. Why would Finland leave?
"Excuse me, let me take a look," said the doctor as he pushed Austria aside from Sweden's bedside.
"!" Sweden's eyes were welling with tears. He flinched as he saw the doctor's smile, past his blurry vision, as he reached for Sweden's forehead. The doctor began to rub his head and combed his fingers thru his hair. Sweden shuddered.
"Oh my, your temperature is quite high. Look at your heart rate!" said the doctor, almost laughing.
"Philad! PHILA-!" Sweden's desperate breaths of Finland's name went unheard to Austria as the doctor pulled his front mask down.
Sweden's eyes shook as he saw Russia's dark, cold, and cruel smile looking down at him.
"Shh," he grinned as he raised a finger over his lip. Sweden glanced around for Austria for help. He felt a cool liquid seep fast into his arm. He closed his eyes, forced to go back to sleep.
"Phi . . . lad . . ."
"And so you came here then," sighed Japan as he stared at his cup.
"Dude, that's crazy! Go tell him!" said America wearing a different uniform of a coffee shop he worked at. He, Japan and Finland all sat together at a table during America's break time.
"I can't . . . he'll be so furious," said Finland.
"Of course he will! You haven't told him freaking Russia is running the place! That weirdo's gonna kill him!" exclaimed America as he turned a chair to face the two lads. Finland flinched.
"Don't say that America-san," said Japan as he patted Finland's back out of sympathy, "there's obviously another reason why he won't tell Sweden-san."
"Mind telling us then?" asked America calming down as he began chewing at a bagel. Finland looked up from his lap at the two countries. He breathed in and out.
"A long while back, Russia had asked me to work with him. Sweden hadn't liked it one bit. I didn't want to work for Russia, but things got complicated and I couldn't get out of it. Sweden became worried and busted into Russia's office where he said Russia had video cameras of the house.
"He was watching me and monitoring everything I did from expenses to where I went. It all came together that he'd pop out of nowhere when Sve and I went to places. Sweden became outraged, grabbed a chair and threw it at the cameras and kicked at everything in the room. After that, it's always been bitter about the two and-"
"You don't want to make Sweden-san angry again with something you couldn't handle in the first place?" asked Japan. Finland nodded meekly. He then began to cry into his small hands.
"Hey, it's okay," said Japan rubbing Finland's back.
"Dude, calm down. There's nothing wrong with asking help. Especially to someone who cares a lot about you," smiled America reaching across the table to ruffle Finland's hair.
"But . . . Sve doesn't . . ."
"He loves you," said America smiling as he rested his head on his hand. Finland gave out a small gasp.
"He does," added Japan as he smiled at Finland. The Finnish man rubbed his eyes.
He recalled that one night Sweden almost kissed him in the lips. He blushed at the thought.
"Do you?" asked America. Finland looked up, startled and almost frightened.
"Don't pressure him, America-san. Finland, you best be going back. Sweden himself must be in anguish about now," said Japan. Finland's frowned curved even lower.
"Will you be with me and make sure they don't do anything bad to me?"
Finland suddenly realized he had broken his promise.
"Oh no," he mumbled.
"?"
"What's wrong Finni?"
"I left Sve alone! I left him alone!" cried the man. He got up and tried to bolt away until America grabbed him.
"Whoa! Hold your horses Finni! Go where?" asked America.
"I don't like him."
"I have to get to Sweden before anything bad happens to him! Russia will-! He'll hurt him!" cried Finland.
"Hurt him? Russia-san can't hurt another country," said Japan.
"Doctors are evil."
"Please help me get back fast!" cried Finland grabbing onto America's shoulders.
"Help? Sure . . . I'll help," smiled America.
"Good luck," said Japan.
"Thank you!" cried Finland grabbing onto America's arms.
"Heh, no problem Finni," said America as a dark shadow covered half of his face, a dark leer from his eyes. He grinned evilly as he ruffled Finland's hair again, "no problem."
Darkness. Pure darkness all around himself. The only light coming in the room is the moon's and buildings of the city coming thru the window. The window to his left. Sweden can't move, as always. His whole throat burns. His right arm is still numb. He notices he isn't hooked up to anything anymore or breathing thru a tube. He sighs in relief. Maybe what he had seen earlier was a dream? Maybe he had just dreamed all this day? Maybe he never embarrassed himself in front of Finland and made an ass of himself by making the cute lad angry at him.
"Da? Are we awake now? Good, the party's just getting started," giggled a too familiar voice above him. Sweden looked up to stare into Russia's childishly cruel face. Sweden bit his lip, as he narrowed his eyes angrily at Russia, trying his best to be as cross as he could be when he was actually terrified.
He was in no position try anything risky. Unable to move both arms or even stand up, he was at a physical and medical disadvantage.
"Wha hav ya din?" asked Sweden, his voice still broken and difficult to move his mouth. It stung quite a bit.
"I didn't do anything. The antibiotics and shots that were given to you earlier must have been a bad mix in your system and caused your whole body to shut down," he sung as he walked off into a small table on the end of Sweden's bed. He noticed this wasn't his original room. He looked to his sides and tried moving his left arm.
"Can you sit up?" asked Russia as he looked thru some items on the table.
"Glashes," mumbled Sweden, "where my glashes?"
Russia laughed.
"I didn't find them. Finland must have them."
"Finland's gone."
"WHERE ISHT PHILAD!" demanded Sweden as he sat up quickly. He then flinched, his back ached.
"Oh him? You don't have to worry about him. He's enjoying his time with friends, don't you worry," smiled Russia, "probably having a great time without you."
"Dot hurt him! I'll-!"
"Please Mr. Sweden; don't harass your own doctor. It's my job you to keep you safe and happy. Wouldn't want to make Finland sad again, now would you?"
Sweden's eyes looked at Russia fearfully. He then turned away, unable to make a comeback. He loved Finland very much, but now that he had proven himself an idiot and wrong, he couldn't correct Russia in any way. Had he had forgotten he accepted Russia is correct? Whatever Russia is doing, it must be correct.
"It's my job to do what's for your best interest," said Russia as he took off the white coat off of himself. Under Sweden saw a long sleeve white shirt.
"Belarus, get me the last of the vaccines," he said as he held out his coat for someone out of the shadows to step out. It was Belarus, in a nurse's uniform. She seemed different though. She blankly stared as she grabbed the coat and from behind hand Russia a long needle. Startled, Sweden sat up. He opened his mouth as he began to breathe fast. Accustomed to the blurry vision, he saw a wide grin spread thru Russia's face.
"Why are yu a dotor?" asked Sweden.
"Because," Russia checked to make sure the needle worked by giving it a small push. A clear liquid squirted out, "I love doing what's best."
"Philan. Why are yu afta Philad?"
"Oh, Finland? Heh, that's no business of yours, smiled Russia.
Sweden clenched his left hand into a fist. He felt his teeth tighten. He threw the blankets over himself to give Russia a piece of his mind
"W-wha?" exclaimed Sweden as he let out a gasp of air. He wasn't wearing his clothes. In fact, he was wearing nothing at all except his pants. Embarrassed of showing skin, he tried lifting the covers back over his exposed chest. He tugged very hard, but no use. He looked at the end of his bed to see Russia grabbing on to the covers. His face flushed pink.
"You may now leave Belarus," he smiled. The girl bowed and left swiftly without giving so much as a glance to Sweden.
"Wha hav yu don to her?" he asked, disturbed of Belarus's behavior.
"Experiments; I came up with a patch you see. It allows me to control people of my choosing, though not for long. But I don't like to brag, why don't you tell me a little about yourself instead?"
"You monster!" yelled Sweden angrily as he sat up even higher. Suddenly, his mouth didn't feel so numb.
"Do tell," said Russia as he walked over to Sweden's left a good 5 steps from the man.
"I told you never to mess with Finland! I warned you not to mess with me!" he yelled as he pulled the covers awkwardly to cover the rest of his chest with his only functioning arm.
"Did you? Heh, I don't recall."
Sweden tried to stand up, till he heard a cling of metal coming from the end of the bed. The ankles of both legs didn't want to move. He tried forcing them to move.
"You're chained to the bed," smiled Russia. Sweden narrowed his eyes, determined to move his feet to stand. As he yanked a little higher on the covers he held, he finally saw; handcuffs had his feet bounded to the ends of the bed.
His mouth dropped open in shock. He then glanced up at Russia, now leering at his chest. Sweden swallowed hard as he remembered Russia with the white mask over his face and the doctor's coat.
"Scared yet?"
Sweden bit his lip and shook his head sideways. He wasn't going to let this man get the best of him.
"Are you sure?"
As Russia reached into his pocket, a pang of heat hit Sweden. He then began breathing a little quick again. The room became incredibly hot. He could feel both palms sweat.
"Because I know somebody who is," Russia then took out his cell phone. He pressed speed dial on a name and then on speaker as he held the device up for Sweden to hear.
"Speak!" yelled a voice on the other line.
"A-America! Please stop! M-my hair!" cried a small voice.
"SPEAK!" demanded the voice again.
"F-Finland?" mumbled Sweden as his eyes grew horrified.
"Sve? Sve! I'm so sorry! A-America and Japan . . . I went to go see them and . . . America took me in a car and tied me up! I don't know what's going on! Russia! It has to be him! He's the doctor, Sve! I'm so sorry I never told you! I didn't want you to get mad like last time! I'm sorry!" cried Finland thru sobs. Sweden felt his heart sank at hearing the cries. He felt his eyes tremble. What's going on?
He recalled the last time Russia had made him angry, when he found out Russia had put a bunch of cameras in their home and stalked his wife and forced him to work for him.
"He's controlling him!" yelled Sweden, a new sense of courage, "don't give in to Russia!"
At this, Russia began giggling.
"America, do it."
Sweden stayed quiet. What did that mean?
"AHH!"
He got his answer.
"N-no . . . stop!"
"Heh . . . hah hah hah!" laughed America cruelly.
"S-stop! AH! AAHH!" moaned Finland. Sweden felt a pang of heat hit him. A whole new different kind of heat; warmth from his pants. He looked down at himself, confused and embarrassed.
"What's wrong Mr. Sweden?" asked Russia smiling.
"N-NO STOP! SVE! MAKE IT STOP!" cried Finland on the other line.
"Japan, hold him down better, can't poke his sides with this stick if he keeps moving around," laughed evilly America. Finland was very defensive when it came to being pocked rather hard on his sides.
Sweden recalled the sensation from the dream he had a few days ago. The wet dream.
"You can stop now," said Russia closing his phone. He looked over at Sweden who was looking into space somewhat terrified.
"What's happening?" he asked quietly.
"Aww, you sound broken in spirit already. The party's about to begin."
Sweden twitched, feeling a hard throb from his pants.
No, this isn't supposed to happen. He's supposed to feel this way when Finland is around.
"You're fully aroused," said Russia, "thanks to this little phone call."
He then reached out a hand and placed it over Sweden's bare shoulder. He shuddered as he felt the throb of warmth again.
"D-don't touch me. I-"
"I've been injecting you with hormones. It's finally starting to take effect," said Russia leaning in closer. Sweden stared up bewildered at the man hovering above him.
"I . . . I don't understand . . . your trying to take Finland for yourself again. What are you . . . ?"
Russia pushed Sweden down and held his left arm above his head. His face burned up at the touch of someone else's skin on him so roughly. He then felt something cold against his wrist.
-Click.-
"Now you can't get away," breathed Russia with that ever merciless grin. Sweden's breathing became faster as he looked horrified at Russia.
"You want Finland . . . I won't let you touch him!" hissed Sweden. He twitched as Russia placed both hands on the sides of Sweden's face.
"Fool. The one I want to touch is you."
Sweden's mouth opened completely shocked. As he stared up at Russia, completely nervous and 'aroused' with what Russia had been injecting him with, the Russia leaned his face closer at the Swedish man's.
"You lie," he uttered.
Russia closed the distance between them with a kiss in the mouth. Sweden pulled away, but Russia only dug his fingers deeper into Sweden's hair.
"Do I look like I'm lying?" asked Russia with a dead serious expression, "I've always loved you."
Sweden was pressed down on the bed. Russia made no hesitation and stabbed Sweden's left shoulder blade with the needle.
"Even if you do not like me or what I'm about to do, these hormones will change your mind."
Russia pressed down on the needle, the cool liquid seeped into Sweden's bloodstream. In mere seconds, he felt what Prussia called his 'vital regions' heat up so bad, he felt the need to relieve himself badly. But why?
"N-no, stay away! Stay away!" groaned Sweden, now feeling a little heavy and tired again. Russia must have also drugged him as not to struggle much.
"We want to get you ready for Finland, right?" he smiled viciously with hungry eyes as he pulled the covers from atop Sweden. Sweden merely closed his eyes.
"No . . . Philad . . . ," he mumbled. He was losing the ability to speak properly again.
"Don't worry, I'll take great care of you. I'm a doctor," he breathed as he started at Sweden's neck.
"Philad . . . . I sorry," he uttered unable to move now. He closed his eyes tight, glad he couldn't see, "I so sowy . . . I could't . . . save mysef . . .fo yu."
"Out of my way! Out of my darn way!" yelled a deep voice coming inside the hospital and aiming straight at the counter. The angry man slammed a balled fist on the desk, startling the nurse at the counter.
"Wait for me, Germany!" cried Italy following inside.
"C-can I help you?" asked the nurse completely terrified and shaking.
"Why yes. My name is Germany and I demand to speak to Russia," said the German leering at the nurse with pure determination.
"Russia? Our head doctor? I'm sorry but he's busy with a check-up," said the nurse looking thru an electronic chart of time and dates for Dr. Russia. Germany slammed both hands on the desk.
"Listen to me lady! There is great danger here with that lunatic running around and I'm not leaving until I give him a piece of my-!"
"Lookie lookie Germany! Lady's computer says 9F in room 306!" squeaked Italy somehow getting past the counter and looking over the stunned nurse's shoulder. Germany nodded to Italy as he walked off into the direction of the elevators, in fact, running.
"You can't go in there sir! Dr. Russia requested it himself! I'm afraid I'll have to call the cops!" yelled the nurse still a little startled.
"Send in the army and navy if you want lady, but nothing is going to stop me from getting my hands around his neck!" screamed Germany. Italy ran after, all this time holding a phone to his ear.
"Yeah Japan, we're right on it!" cried Italy cheerfully, "I hope we're not too late before anything bad happens!"