Well hey guys I got this idea when I was like bored, then I forgot it…then I decided to write it up again so yay! Here y'all go story time for all!

"Sir!- Shit I think he's coding… get the kit over here! Now! Where the hell is Jones!?" The blond mans eyes looked up at the broken, fuzzy, distortion of a world. Where am I? His mind thought to him gently. It seemed he was somewhere with a lot of white.

He couldn't make out much besides the color of the ceiling. But had an idea something bad was happening. Why can't I move…? The small voice in his head argued. So many other parts of him shushed the voice ready to give in and rest. They begged the defiant part of him to quiet so they could sleep now peacefully.

There was suddenly a loud banging noise and the sound of what the pale blond may add very loud, footsteps. He couldn't cringe but if he could he would have. He hated loud noises for some reason…but he couldn't quite remember why. Why isn't my mind working…? Ow! Bloody-! His mortal body let out a whimper. He felt something softly stroking his not totally numb head whispering something soft. He couldn't quite tell what it was.

"Hell…sorry….what's going…..where did you…..is…" the words were all fading out to the man. He felt like he couldn't move anything anymore. His emerald eyes seemed to have a different agenda. They started to close themselves. But before they closed they saw something, blue…two crystal blue orbs stood out in the mess of white.

No damnit! His mind yelled I need to figure out where I am! He felt that protesting voice get weaker as the world was absolutely blank now. It was like there was a great darkness enveloping his mind. It seemed to already have plagued his body with the same evil darkness. It started to shut down the parts of him peacefully, "s….Flat… lining…!" he heard from a distance as all of the rebellious parts of him gave in and softly fell into a deep sleep.

Coming out of surgery the tall doctor could only pray that the small man he had just tried to fix would survive the night. He was torn up pretty bad. They had to drain his lungs of blood several times. It was a miracle they could do that! The man had several bullet holes in him, a ruptured spleen a broken nose, and a broken leg…It made the American wonder what happened to him.

Alfred sighed as he pulled off a bloody pair of gloves. He threw them in a hazardous waste bin, "Why look so glum?" he heard an over cocky voice of one of the pediatric surgeons. He gave a half hearted glare at the albino looking man. " Shit happens…" he said back to Gilbert.

He didn't exactly always like the Prussian. But they had become friends over time. The man was louder and cockier than Alfred on his best day. It almost made the American chuckle. They had been working together since Alfred had come here for his residency. He didn't quite know how the Prussian could operate on kids with his overly annoying spirits and his loudness.

"Lose another one? Let me guess a kid? Wait nope that's my category…On old dude!" Alfred shot him a pissed off look, "People dying is serious you know…and no we just got this guy in about five hours ago and this dude looked like serious shit,'' He paused taking off his bloodied smock and again putting it in a contaminated waste bin.

He saw Gilberts eyes drift down to his smock and widen a bit, " he had like three bullet holes in his chest..two were flesh wounds but one came this close." He motioned with his fingers." To his artery!' he exclaimed," So you had a bleeder… How long did he last?" The Prussian now looking curious asked, "Still going but we don't think he's gonna make it through the night… I mean the guys on deaths door…shame he seemed about twentyish…maybe thirty...So young to die…''

The Prussian laughed dryly with just about no humor in it," At least it wasn't like the kid I got last week…two years old and already had a brain tumor.." he gave a sad look, "Too much death in here…'' he mumbled.

Alfred gave only a nod of agreement as he gave the Prussian a pat on the back, "But were heroes man!" he said with a half cheery smile. The Prussian gave a chuckle," Haha awesome man! Listen I have to do some of mien rounds but lets get some breakfast after that if you're not dead on your feet after an hour or two." He nodded with an eye roll.

"Sure broha I have to check on some patients too! Especially the one just brought in…make sure none of the nurses let him die. See ya!" They went their separate ways with the American going behind one of the curtains to see a pale looking man with pale blond hair finally washed of the blood that had plagued it a short time ago.

"John Doe…that name doesn't seem to fit you…" he said looking at the unknown man, who lay there unconsciously as his heart monitor beeping slightly under average. He looked much better than before. What the hell happened to you? He looked down sadly at the smaller fail looking man then sighed softly as he looked back up to the heart monitor. "Oxygen's a bit low….wait…" he rolled his eyes and adjusted the oxygen flow into the man's nose. "God damn…'' he muttered to himself and he looked at the man.

He scratched a few things off on his clipboard and saw the smaller mans hair in his face he brushed the pale blond hair out of his closed lids the heart monitor fluttered, "Haha maybe I should do that again get your heart rate up…" he said before feeling his buzzer beep. "Shit… well it was great chatting with ya John I gotta bolt though… don't stop breathing man!" he said before dashing off to go and tend to the eiaghty year old mna who was having a seizure.

Well that's all I have so far, but yes this is a USUK story I realized that I hadn't really done a good one before and was like what the hell. You will find out later how Prussia and America became friends. IT NOT RANDOM!

Haha anywho

Love you all!

-J