Hetalia One-Shots

DenNor : Fight Me

[Inspired by a tumblr post]

Denmark's POV

I laid on the uncomfortable hospital bed my eyes closed. Disturbing tubes were stuck up my nose and my whole body fell numb. I slowly tried to open my eyes and see my condition. I was admitted in the hospital a couple hours ago for having an asthma attack and falling down the stairs. I think I broke something so that's why parts of me are numb.

My room was empty. My wrist was in a cast and oxygen was pumped into my lungs to help me breathe. I groaned and covered my face with the neighboring pillows. Their cold side made me loosen up and I rapidly appreciated the feeling. I patted the side of my bed searching for more and more pillows.

Just as I was heaving the last pillow I found on my face, the door opened and someone entered.

"Hello Matthias. I'm guessing you've been awake for a while now," spoke the man, humor laced in his voice. I didn't respond and laid still. "I'm just going to check on your vitals okay?"

I heard pages flipping over and a pen gliding across the clipboard. I groaned again. "Fight me," I wheezed, the words actually harder to say than I thought. I heard him chuckle and approach my bed. He raised the pillows in the air and set them properly behind my head.

He smiled down on me like an actual angel and replied, "Maybe later."

My heart probably stopped for a split second as his face was breathtaking. He had a long pale visage with stunning deep blue eyes almost swirling into purple. The way his lips curled into a soft smile would make anyone's heart flutter. He was just the kind of men who look good, no other way to describe him. Sometimes I wonder if it wasn't the anesthetics which made me see that way but even after a while he still looked just as good.

The nurse left my room obviously amused by my behavior and I sunk into my pillows dreamingly. It wasn't fair that the hospital's staff was so hot, I had a breathing deficiency, I could have died.

Boredom soon striking again, I placed all the pillows on my face once more. After a while they became warm and disagreeable. So I threw them on the ground. I laid on my back observing the ceiling, which had nothing interesting by the way. I managed to find the remote control of my bed and had a blast going up and down without any effort needed.

Some time later, the handsome nurse came back in. I was glad he did because I was seriously beginning to feel bored as hell. I pushed myself up and pointed at him. He stared blankly at my finger while tilting his head to the side. I panted and croaked with much difficulty.

"Fight me," I said again. My breath caught in my throat and I began coughing like a cat with a ball of fur lodged down its pipe. I started panicking since more air was being wheezed out instead of filling my lungs. The nurse calmly approached me and made me sit straight. His hands held me firmly and he gently patted my back, helping me breathe regularly making the air pass through.

He positioned the bed so I could sit up comfortably. As he adjusted the tubes in my nose he smiled tenderly. "I won't fight you because I know you'd win. Are you willing to spare me from that embarrassment?" voiced the blond delicately. I blushed and sheepishly nodded. He brushed my hair off my forehead and pushed me so I was completely laying on the mattress.

"Try to get some rest. We can always try battling afterwards," he proposed with a gorgeous gaze. I felt my face heat up as well as my breath quicken. What was more embarrassing was that my heart beat was connected to a monitor and the pulsations were clearly visible. I squirmed under the sheets and nodded. He left right after and I peeked from under the covers, my face still blushing.

I turned to the side and closed my eyes. It was ridiculous the way I was acting with that nurse. How childish to get all flushed in the presence of someone attractive. I tried to push aside those embarrassing moments and drift off to sleep.

I awoke several hours later, the sun long gone from the sky. I rubbed my tired eyes and sat up to get a glass of water. As I reached for the beverage I noticed a gift shop mug on the nightstand. It was a bright red with flowers and "Get well soon!" written on one side. I grabbed it first and saw a note strapped to the handle. I opened the folded paper and blushed.

In a very neat handwriting was written "Fight Me?" and a cellphone number. I grinned bashfully and observed the ugly mug. I never could have imagined my terrible breathing and exhausted face getting me someone's number. Someone appealing too. I cuddled the mug meekly and rapidly returned to my dreams filled with hot nurses.