Character notes- Alistair (Scotland), Arthur (England) and Alex (Fem!Norway)

Italics = thoughts

I'm sorry if Alistair's Scottish accent is a little weird, I'm still trying to get the hang of it. (If any of you have tips on how to write it pm me, I would love the help)

Chapter 1 - The Englishmen

February 10th, 1803

Alistair's eyes blinked open, but he quickly closed them as a bright light greeted him.

"Is this Hell?" he mumbled.

"I would certainly hope not," said a voice with a profound British accent. Alistair groaned. Of course there is an Englishmen in Hell.

"Nae, definitely hell" he thought. Just then there was a small gasp.

"Now that's just rude!" The voice snapped. It sounded as though it was right... next to him.

Now Alistair was up. His eyes shot opened, his vision blurry. He could still make out the faint outline of a man standing beside him. He launched himself at the man, but unfortunately didn't get as far as he hoped. An overwhelming pain shot up his left leg and through out the rest of his body. Wincing, he remembered the reason for such pain. He had been shot.

"Easy, you don't want to reopen your wounds" the man cooed gently pushing him back down. "I will be back in just a minute." The man then left the room, leaving Alistair to reflect on what had happened in those few minutes.

Blinking a couple of times, his eyes adjusted to his new surroundings. Just then the man walked in again, this time holding a glass of water and a small loaf of bread. Alistair could now see him clearly, he had messy blonde hair, green eyes and last but not least a pair of rather large, bushy eyebrows. He opened his mouth to say something about them, but stopped when the Brit shot him a 'don't you dare' kind of look. Creepy. It's like he knew what I was going to say... he thought to himself.

The man's face returned to its calm expression in a matter of seconds. "I'm sorry, but this is all I have" he said, setting the food and water down on the bedside table. Alistair was surprised as he helped him into a sitting position.

"Alex, our doctor should be back soon to redress your wounds" the Brit sighed. "I unfortunately cannot bandage wounds, even if my life depended on it." He gestured towards the makeshift pieces of cloth that crisscrossed Alistair's thigh, shoulder, and abdomen.

"Well I could care less, I'd rather be dead anyway" Alistair said coldly, reaching over to grab the bread beside him. He'd rather die than be saved by some prissy Englishmen, but it's not like he could kill himself now. Looking down at the bandages once again, he frowned slightly. Well the man wasn't lying when he said he couldn't bandage wounds.

The Brit was taken a back by the man's response. Did he really wish he was dead? As he asked himself this there was a knock on the door.

"That must be Alex," he said under his breath, rushing over to get the door.

Alistair looked up from his bread only to see a women enter the room. She had long light blonde hair, held back by a cross shaped barrette on the left side of her head. Her dull blue eyes looked cold and distant.

"Yer the doctor? But yer a women?" he blurted out, as the Englishman took a sharp breath.

Alex on the other hand, was smiling. However the same could not be said for her eyes. "Oh so you think I can't be a doctor just because I'm female? Are women not capable of doing a man's job?" she asked, slowly walking towards him- the sinister smile growing. Alistair began to regret what he said.

She was now standing in front of him, her fake smile contorting into a snarl. "Well I think otherwise," she spat, punching him in the face. "Way to make a first impression Alex," the Brit mumbled to himself.

Alistair winced as he rubbed his nose. He was glad to find it was not broken, but the pain was soon forgotten and replaced with a mischievous grin. Oh, this was going to be fun. "Did I really offend ye that much?" he taunted, his gaze fixated on the doctor.

Alex's eye twitched. "Honestly, it didn't. I just wanted a reason to punch someone."

"I doubt anyone would believe that, lass."

Her hands clenched into fists and her dull blue eyes were consumed with rage. "You know, I can put those bullets back in whenever I want" she hissed.

"Ooooo so scary" he chuckled, waving off the threat as if it were nothing. Truthfully though, he didn't feel like getting shot again anytime soon.

Their pointless argument continued, both forgetting Arthur was in the room. Said person had now lost all hope of ending the argument in a civil way. He took a deep breath and roared,

"Enough! Can't you two children shut your bloody mouths for one god damn minute?!"

The room immediately fell silent, the only sound being Arthur's heavy breathing as he tried to regain his composure. Alex and Alistair both turned to stare at him, eyes wide with shock.

"Good, now I have your attention" he huffed. "Alex you are here to make- wait we don't even know his name yet" Arthur realized, turning his attention toward the other man.

"The name's Alistair" The Scot grunted.

"Thank you. Now, as I was saying, Alex you are here to make Alistair better, not worse. So having said that, was it really necessary to punch him?"

There was a pause as Alex chose her response. "Probably not" she grumbled, avoiding his gaze. The Brit had a soft smile tugging at his lips, proud that his friend had come to an understanding.

"Even though he deserved it" she added. The Brits smile fell into a frown, unsure if he should agree with his friend or scold her.

He sighed. "You know what, fine- maybe he did deserve it," Arthur admitted, turning towards Alistair who was now scowling.

"Ye know it's not nice tae gang up on people" the red head muttered, arms crossed over his chest.

"Oh shut it. Now Alex I will let you do your job," the Brit said, seeing Alex give a slight nod before she began to clean and re-dress the Scot's wounds. After she left, the two men were left alone in the room.

"I would like tae know the name o' my so called savior," requested Alistair.

The man looked at him and smiled. "The name's Arthur."

Arthur

Later that night Arthur recalled the events of the previous day. He had found a wounded soldier with fiery red hair, a bad temper and Scottish, of all the things he could be, why did he have to be Scottish? Well done Arthur you just had to save a barbarian, he thought angrily. The Brit yawned, he had forgotten how exhausted he was. After staying up all of yesterday looking after the Scot had taken a toll on his mind and body. The fact that he had ran all the way to the clinic as well didn't really help.

Sighing he stumbled into his bedroom. Slipping on some night clothes and then collapsed onto his bed. Rolling onto his back he stared at the ceiling. He could hear the soft sound of Alistair's snores next door and wind blowing outside.

Closing his eyes Arthur drifted off to sleep...

A/N: Hello! hope everyone had a great Christmas (or whatever holiday you happen celebrate). In this chapter Alistair seems to have made a new enemy. Poor Alistair, you just can't catch a break can you :( But on the bright side we are introduced to a new character, Alex (Fem!Norway). I'm sorry if she or any of the characters seem a little OC, I'm trying my best to keep true to their personalities. In the next chapter we are introduced to two new characters, not going to tell you though! Its a surprise!