Hey all~! This is just going to be a short little story based on a tale I've heard multiple times in my rather short life. Just a few days ago, I also received this tiny story in a forward as an email. So, inspired, I decided to right a fanfiction based off of it. This'll be a few chapters and such, nothing too incredibly long (I think), for the story is just about a paragraph. When this fanfiction is complete, I'll write the tale in my final Author's note. I do not own Hetalia in anyway, or the mysterious story in which I speak of. Hope you enjoy! ;D

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Arthur gazed up at the blank white ceiling, blinking his emerald eyes slowly. He sighed gently, the beeps of the heart monitor sounding rhythmically with his heart.

"Hey, you okay? That's like, the tenth time you've sighed in the past five minutes," laughed a rather obnoxious voice, breaking the rhythm.

Arthur cringed at the loud voice, his temper flaring. "Shut up you wanker, I can sigh all I fucking want to," he snapped at his roommate, green eyes blazing. Who was that idiot to judge him? All his life he's been judged by people. His family, teachers, schoolmates, everyone. As a child, he was constantly toyed with and bullied, turning him from a quiet, happy child, to the angry, hate-filled, 23-year-old he is now. In the name of the queen, he could sigh all he bloody wanted to, and that git had no right to say anything about it!

"Calm down Artie! I didn't mean to upset ya. Just wanted to know if somethin' was wrong is all," Alfred replied back, his voice softer this time. The blond leaned back against the chair he was propped up in, wheezing slightly has the air caught in his weak lungs. He set his azure gaze on Arthur, or rather, where he thought the other man was. His hands gripped the armrests of the chair, turning his knuckles white while his body shook slightly. Everyday for an hour, Alfred got to sit up in the chair across from his bed to clear the fluid from his lungs that accumulated over the night. During this time, he could talk to the brit, though Arthur didn't seem to enjoy his company too much.

"Of course something is wrong, idiot! Everything is! I'm stuck in this freaking hospital! I can't walk anymore, or even sit up properly. All I have to do is look up at the ceiling! I'm sick of it all! And for the hundredth time, my name is Arthur, not 'Artie'!" Arthur snapped back, clenching his fists tightly. Five years ago, he was diagnosed with an incurable disease. His spine was slowly eroding away, leaving the Briton unable to move without much difficulty. He shifted painfully, turning his head so his eyes caught Alfred's.

Blazing green met sparkling blue. Arthur held the gaze for a few moments before examining Alfred closer. The 19-year-old had a large rather large build. Skinny, but muscular, though you could tell a lot of the muscle toned down from the lack of work-out. His hair was dark blond, almost brownish, with a stubborn cowlick protruding from the right side of the young man's head. His mouth was curved into a large smile, which never seemed to leave the lad's face. The most catching thing about Alfred, though, was his eyes. They shone like endless pools of sapphires, almost to blue to be real. Eyes so glass-like and delicate-looking, it was as though they'd shatter at any moment. You could get lost in those bright eyes, drowned by the torrent of blue that poured from them.

Arthur hated it. He hated those eyes, and he hated Alfred. The boy had only moved into his hospital room a week ago, and since then, has never stopped talking. All he hid was laugh, always so happy. It pissed Arthur off to no end. He wanted to be alone to brood in his misery, but the troublesome blond never seemed to let him. Why couldn't the idiot act miserable too?

"Sorry," was the only reply Alfred gave as his giant grin contorted into more of a bittersweet smile. He caught himself a moment later, however, and plastered that Hollywood grin back upon his face. He was always able to conceal his feelings well, hiding behind that happy mask his whole life. "I know how ya feel, but everything'll be fine in the end," he assured after a few more moments.

Arthur snorted, his bushy eyebrows furrowed in anger. "You do not know how I feel, and never will. Now leave me alone," he retorted bitterly, moving his head again so that he no longer looked at Alfred.

It was true. Alfred would never know how he felt. It was impossible, surely. The other man was so happy, never would he understand what Arthur was going through. "He's probably in here for a minor surgery or something, obviously nothing big, especially the way the git babbles endlessly without a care in the world," the sandy-blond thought angrily.

However, Arthur couldn't be any more wrong.

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Woot! Well that's it for the first chapter! :). Hopefully no one is too OOC. Also, I try to check my work as best as possible. However, if I make a mistake anywhere, please let me know! I'm a bit of a grammar Nazi, and like to know where I've made a mistake! :D

As for updating, I'm not sure if I should put myself on a schedule for a new chapter every week or two. I was thinking, for every review I get, I'll update a day sooner than planned? Does that sound good? Hopefully I can keep up with that promise! Though, I'm not expecting many reviews. :P