Spain and Romano sat quietly in a hallway bench waiting for important results from a doctor. Romano sat at the way end of the bench on purpose, his arms crossed as he angrily stared into space. Spain had caught Romano talking to a man when he was asking help to use the coffee machine, but Spain busted in and accidently spilled a hot pot of the drink all over the man.

"I'm sor-"

"I told you not to speak to me," grumbled Romano angrily. Spain sighed.

I could use Suecia's (Sweden's) help right now.

The two looked up hearing heavy footsteps followed by running and hollering.

"GERMANY GERMANY!" cried a squeaky voice.

"Go the other way you idiot!" yelled another. Before Spain and Romano could make a run for it, at the end of the corner turned Germany running as fast as he could.

"Hey Spain, Romano!" yelled Germany as he gave them a carefree smile as he ran past them. Spain and Romano stared at his back as he ran and turned another corner. Then they saw a flash of blue run past them.

"RUNNNN!" cried Italy flailing his arms like a mad running inflatable balloon.

"Run? From what?" asked Romano annoyed. They felt the floor shake. They turned to see a large mob of nurses and security officers running closely behind. Spain grabbed Romano's hand and almost dragged him as he ran like mad, trying to avoid being crushed by the mob. He pulled Romano up over his shoulders as he caught up with Italy.

"Que pasa Italia! (What's happening Italy!)" Cried Spain completely terrified.

"Germany resisted! Way to go Germany!" said Italy cheering. Resisted? Resisted what?

"Halt or you will be arrested!" cried a security officer.

"C'mon, this way!" said Italy as they turned another corner and ran into an elevator in the nick of time. Inside stood Germany panting heavily. The elevator door closed as they all fell hard on their butts from exhaustion.

"What's going on, Alemania? (Germany)" asked Spain catching his breath.

"Russia . . . is the head doctor here. Must . . . stop before . . . he . . . does it again," huffed Germany.

Again? Does what again?

America scratched at the back of his neck.

"Did you set up Germany, Japan?" asked America in a monotone voice.

"Yes. He's already inside as we speak," said Japan sitting in the seat beside's America's.

"Good, Russia will be pleased," smiled America.

America sat in the driver's seat of a black vehicle along with Japan and a taped up Finland who tried struggling to get free. The two had already started driving off long ago. Finland had no idea what was going on. All he knew is that he was being used as some sort of hostage. He had started crying as he struggled to try and untie himself free.

"Is Belarus getting everything ready?" asked Japan as he took out his phone.

"Yes, it's begun," answered America.

Finland was able to lean properly against a backseat door. He stared out the window where it had begun to get darker. It seems it would rain tonight.

He was very angry at himself to have left Sweden alone at the hospital. He had left after changing to new clothes to talk to Japan and America to get some advice. Lately he hasn't been feeling the 'weird' or 'terrified' sensation he usually felt around his friend.

Lately he's got nothing in mind except that one time they almost kissed. Finland remembered fantasizing about it almost every moment he was by himself.

He turned a little pink, feeling his mouth water a little at the thought.

"Would you have sex with me!" he remembered asking (better yet demanding) Sweden when they first arrived at the hospital. He hadn't just broken a promise.

"Will you stay by my side and make sure nothing bad happens to me?"

But he couldn't keep any as well.

Why Sve? Why did I leave you?

He recalled his discussion earlier when Japan and America were acting normal. They had said Finland was in denial of his friend's kindness because Sweden always took responsibility for everything.

"Well, do you like him?" had asked America. Finland's voice had gone mute. He actually felt his heart stand still for those couple of seconds.

"You are no idiot. I am for making you feel bad. If anything, it was my fault for not reacting fast enough. What is done is done, no need to have bad feelings about it."

The man closed his eyes tight. He really missed Sve. He missed his advice and comfort.

"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!"

He missed how defensive and protective he was and how he always made sure he (Finland) was content.

"Leave me alone," he had muttered when Sweden tried protecting him from Russia. It was then he saw for the first time a hurt Sweden. And all Finland did was cry and let Sweden walk out and think he was upset with him.

Finland gritted his teeth.

Sweden had always protected him and stood up for both of them.

He stopped crying.

All he ever did was just let Sweden do everything.

Finland narrowed his eyes at America and Japan, both being brainwashed.

He once never let Sweden know that he also felt something special beyond mere friendship. The Swedish man tried so hard. How could he let the person most important in his life act out alone and with no idea he loved him?

"We're here," said Japan in the phone as the car drove into a parking lot. Finland noticed it had begun to rain already.

America parked the vehicle as Japan turned to Finland.

Sweden was in danger.

America took out the car keys and reached over to untie Finland's ankles.

"We'll bring him up into the room when Russia calls us," explained America. Japan nodded as he took out some umbrellas from under his seat. America grabbed one as he got out of his seat and went over to open Finland's door.

"Will you be with me and make sure they don't do anything bad to me?"

Finland sat still, waiting for America to open up.

"Sure Sve. Why wouldn't I?"

As America opened the door, Finland furiously pulled his arms apart, tearing the rope and kicked America in the gut. The man fell backwards. Japan reached from his seat and grabbed Finland's wrist.

"What do you think you're doing?" asked Japan angrily in a robotic tone. Finland pulled the masking tape off his mouth with ease and not one yelp of pain as it left a red mark.

"Going to keep a promise," mumbled Finland as he took an umbrella and opened it in the car. The car began to sound its alarm loudly as Finland bolted across the parking lot.

I have to save Sve! He screamed in his head as water splashed behind him.

"Call Belarus," grumbled America getting back to his feet, soaking wet, "she'll stop him."

"What's going on here?" growled Romano frustrated as he glared at Germany. Italy tugged at his and Spain's pants, still lying on the ground trying to catch his breath.

"Russia . . . doctor . . . must stop . . . before he . . . does something bad," huffed Italy.

"And what is this something? Seriously, I can give a rat's ass about him! Why the hell did you get us into this ridiculous mess?" complained Romano. Spain noticed Germany restraining himself from yelling at Romano, which was very unusual for the German man.

"It wasn't my intention you got dragged into this," he just mumbled avoiding eye contact.

"Fine then! I heard he made some weird experiments. How's that connect with you? If my ass is going to be dragged into something, I'd at least like to know why!" the Italian demanded.

Germany balled up his fists. His arms began to tremble a little. Spain grabbed Romano's arm and pulled him away from Germany. Romano snatched away from Spain.

"Don't push it Romano. It seems like a private ma-"

"Shut up you idiot! He's the one being weird! He's the one dragging us into this mess! I'd like to know why!" yelled Romano pointing at Germany.

"SHUT UP!" yelled Germany. Everyone flinched, even Romano who had been screaming a while ago. The boy began shaking a little. Italy pulled himself up as he fumbled with his fingers, deciding whether it was alright for him to speak.

"Que pasa Alemania? (What's wrong Germany?)" asked Spain quietly. Germany turned his back to them.

"I have to stop Russia before he does it again. Before he . . . ," Germany didn't finish his sentence. He bit his lip as he stared down to the floor hesitantly. Italy patted Germany on his shoulder. The man turned to look over.

"It's alright Germany," he smiled sympathetically. Germany gave back a weak smile.

He didn't want to think of what happened back in the day when Russia did that.

Germany had felt so stupid, insecure and defenseless back then. Russia had taken advantage of Germany's weakness when he and Italy were at odds with each other.

"Italy never loved you. He's been taking advantage of you all this time, you fool," the Russian smiled down on Germany, who was injured after a raid of British troops. He and Russia were working closely together during the first half of that war.

"No, that's not true. I'm his friend. He's my first friend!" Germany had yelled back as he struggled to sit up with bad balance after being treated for burns on his sides and chest. He was bandaged up and wearing his worn out uniform. Russia slid off his gun strap and scarf as he gave the man a dark smile. Germany shivered at this, but figured since they were in a tent in the dead of winter, it explained the goose bumps he was getting.

"Lies. Desperate people believe everything their told," mumbled Russia.

"No! I-"

"Scared of having nobody around?" asked Russia. Germany stared back terrified. He tripped on the bed sheets on the ground and fell back roughly on the rusty medical bed.

"It's alright. I'm here for you," said Russia as he gave a twisted smirk. Germany gulped nervously, feeling insecure.

"Do you love Italy?"

Germany felt his heart drop. Russia giggled as the German paled and turned away.

"Unrequited love; we're in the same boat," he breathed as he raised one knee over Germany's bed which squeaked at the new weight.

"W-what are you talking about . . . ?" muttered Germany nervously.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you never feel lonely again," smiled Russia as he pulled the white bed sheets over themselves. His eyes trembled as Russia pressed his face closer to his.

"It's all right," he whispered, "because I love you right now."

Germany covered his eyes at the foggy images he was getting in his head. Italy peaked over his friend's shoulder to see a thin trail of tears on Germany's pale face.

"Please stop talking now," mumbled Germany, still smiling. Italy quietly turned away, scared of what to do next. Spain patted Romano's back, who quietly rested on Spain's left shoulder. He had never been yelled like that, especially by Germany despite all the hate and vulgar he was to him.

The four shook as the elevator halted to a rough stop. Italy automatically grabbed onto Germany's arm. Before Germany could meekly tell Italy to give him space, the intercom in the elevator clicked on.

"Hello, this is Nurse speaking," said a monotone Belarus, "we are having difficulties with the elevators. Please remain calm." The intercom cut off. Germany slammed a fist on the metal wall.

"Dammit! He knows!" he growled angrily. At this, Italy began to smile at Germany's usual attitude.

"Let's escape thru that!" he squeaked pointing at a metal door over their heads as his confidence returned.

"Andale Alemania (c'mon Germany), let's stop Mr. Russia," encouraged Spain giving a smile. Romano stood in the corner hiding behind Spain. The Spaniard elbowed him to speak.

"C'mon damn potato," mumbled Romano crossing his arms as he glared at Germany, "I might not want to be here but I'll be dammed if I waste my time."

Germany smiled.

"He's in room 306, floor 9," he said as he turned to face them, "and we have to take him down for the sake of everyone!"

It was pretty easy getting in. Finland, though a little afraid of slipping on water dripping from his clothes and all, had managed to bolt into the hospital. Nobody at the counter, he proceeded to look thru different appointments today thru the computer, remembering Russia had said Sweden was to get a check up later tonight. He memorized room 306 9F. While he ran for the elevator, he remembered when Russia stalked them and watched him and Sve thru security cameras back then. He wasn't going to take the chance Russia might also be controlling the whole hospital which was likely.

He ran for the stairway and as he ran up the stairs, he heard a door being opened. He glanced down the spiral of cement stairs to see America and Japan running after him.

"Come back!" cried America. Finland narrowed his eyes and looked away.

To try to lose them, he got off in the seventh floor and ran across the hallway. He turned back to see if the two had followed him. Nobody in sight except normal patients and personal yelling at him to stop running, he turned back around only to crash into Austria.

"OWW!" yelped Austria falling hard on his ass. The metal crutch slammed hard on the floor. Finland picked himself up from his stomach.

"A-Austria?" mumbled Finland.

"Hey punk!" yelled Prussia a little behind. He walked up to the two and pulled them both up. He then punched Finland on the shoulder.

"Watch it puppy eyes, this guy here's sick!" scolded Prussia. Wow this was new.

"I'm not sick, I'm injured," corrected Austria annoyed. He then turned to Finland.

"And you! Why did you leave so early? Sweden had an attack and-"

"Attack? He did? Please, is he alright? Is it serious? !" cried Finland shaking Austria.

"Calm down!" he said pushing Finland's hands off himself.

"That weird doctor checked him and stuff. He had a bad mix of the shots and stuff and his body shut down on him. He's alright though, just getting a check up by Dr. Weirdo," said Prussia waving a hand.

"That doctor it Russia!" exclaimed Finland.

"What?"

"Russia? No way! You're lying!" said Prussia jabbing Finland with his index finger nervously.

"No! It's true! Besides, your brother said so!" cried Finland. Prussia nervously fidgeted.

"Your brother told you Russia was a doctor here? Why didn't you tell me? Mr. Sweden's doctor is damn Russia! You bastard!" yelled Austria as he turned to Prussia angrily.

"I didn't tell you because he wasn't going to take care of you or nothing so I didn't think I'd be important to tell you! I'm sorry!" cried Prussia. As Finland was about to yell again, Austria turned to him and glared.

"And you. Why didn't you tell Sweden his own doctor was Russia if you knew all this time? Don't you know what Russia is capable of? !" he scolded. Finland became scared.

"I-! I didn't think-!"

Austria slapped Finland. Passerby's and Prussia alike stood silent as Finland looked away from Austria shocked.

"Sweden cares so much about you. He would trust you with his own life, yet you put your fears and dislike of confrontation before him and don't you dare tell me you hid it for his well being either. I expected better from you!" yelled Austria. Prussia grabbed the man before he could lash out more at Finland.

"How dare you lie to someone who loves you so much!"

Finland's heart dropped. He never realized the extent to which he would hurt his Sve. Austria was right; how could he stand up for Sweden now, when he himself had done awful things.

"Don't listen to him, he's an idiot!" yelled Prussia from down the hall as he covered Austria's mouth. Finland looked up.

"Keep on running, little puppy eyes, you have to go save him! You still love him, don't you?"

Finland cracked a smile as he raised a hand to his burning cheek. Prussia was right. There is no room for doubt right now.

"Yes, I do," me mumbled to himself.

"What was that? !" cried Prussia raising his ear.

"YES, I DO!" yelled Finland as he ran off into another stairway. He didn't have room for doubt right now; he can deal with that later after he told Sve he loved him.

Prussia laughed as he released Austria.

"There goes an idiot," said Austria annoyed.

"An idiot in love," corrected Prussia.

Sweden lied still with his eyes closed tight. He bit at the inside of his mouth trying to make as little noise and movement as possible. He knew it would all be in vain though.

"Philad," mumbled the man as he turned his head away feeling Russia's cold hand pet his throat after the butterfly kisses delivered on his warm skin.

"All those cameras and recorders were so I could keep a good eye on you," breathed the man sitting on top of him, still fully clothed, though not for long.

"I've been planning this for quite a while."

Sweden was surprised to feel that Russia wasn't quite so heavy on himself seeing as they were the tallest of any of the other nations. He tried moving his right arm, the cast still around his broken wrist. It was the only part of him he could still try to move.

"Mohster," mumbled Sweden, his mouth still refusing to let him speak, "yu sick man!"

"Sick? I'm not sick," Russia reached both arms under Sweden's back as he leaned over the man's chest, "define sick."

Sweden nervously blushed. He's never had anyone so up close to his face for so long. He swallowed hard as he bent his legs closer, feeling an awkward, warm sensation.

"You're the one who's sick. Patience and easing someone's thoughts is never going to bring you happiness," mumbled Russia as his smile turned to a small frown. He began to kiss Sweden.

"I don want happiness!" cried Sweden as he kept turning his head to avoid meeting Russia's mouth, "I just wan Philad!"

"I've had it with that brat!" growled Russia angrily as he now chocked Sweden. His limbs jerked up as he gasped for air.

"Finland isn't here, I am! He's never told you he loves you, I have! Understand (Russia made Sweden face him) that he (the man narrowed his eyes angrily at Sweden's teary one's) will never (as Russia hovered his face above Sweden's again, the terrified man opened his mouth for a last ditch effort for air) love you! (Russia pressed his forehead on Sweden's)"

Sweden began to cough ferociously as he took in air. Russia finally let go of Sweden's neck when he noticed the man had began gasping for air. He raised his face from the Swedish man's as he took notice of the man's pleading and trembling eyes. Russia loved the fear.

"Why?" breathed Sweden as he stared at Russia with wide eyes. Russia stared back, baffled. Sweden seemed genuinely shocked.

As Sweden stared up at Russia, visibly terrified, his vision became even foggier. One second he was being glared at by Russia, still sitting on him in a pitch black room. Another, Finland smiled deviously at him with a dim light in a somewhat familiar room just like in his dream.

"But Philad," he mumbled weekly, "I . . . I . . . ," he slowly raised his shaky and injured right arm to reach for Russia," I love you," he mumbled as he grabbed onto Russia's shoulder.

"What?" growled Russia not amused with Sweden referring to him as Finland.

"Please . . . don't get mad," breathed Sweden. Russia hit Sweden's broken hand away. Sweden yelped at the sudden pain. Russia's smile crept back into his dark face seeing Sweden's face tighten with pain. The man flinched as Russia ran a hand down his right side and began to pull down Sweden's pants.

Sweden burned red as he mumbled quietly for Russia to cease.

"Please Philad . . . I love you. Don't get mad," whispered Sweden to himself as Russia clawed his spare hand into Sweden's blond hair. The man jerked forward as he felt something cold grab his cock now. Russia began to grin darkly.

"Ah! AAH!" cried Sweden at the cold feeling as heat rushed thru his lower body. His right, stinging arm slowly raised itself above his chest as comfort. The hand that had been pinching the skin on his head now roughly slid down by Sweden's neck joint. He opened one eye and squinted as hard as he could to see Russia himself having pulled both their pants down to their knees.

It wasn't fair.

"Cry," demanded Russia as he pulled half of his shirt up. Sweden grew embarrassed at how excited he became to see skin. He looked away, flustered.

He couldn't control his body.

"Philad . . . ," the man breathed as Russia pulled his shirt off successfully. He tossed it over the white sheets that covered both their bodies from the cold.

"Cry!" yelled Russia almost laughingly as his hand slipped into warm semen Sweden had been secreting. Embarrassed, Sweden closed his eyes again, unable to calm his breathing or erection.

"Ngh!" he mumbled feeling something try to jerk into him. Because of his previous wet dream, he knew all too well what was happening down there.

"Do me," Finland had begged.

"Fuck me," Russia now demanded.

"Don't hurt . . . ," mumbled Sweden as he sucked in his feelings and tears, "just don't hurt Finland," he finally pronounced correctly.

"I promise."

a/n: Review~! :3