Hetalia - Giving Blood USUK part 1/?
Title: Donating Blood
Author: Robin Gurl
Warnings: Blood. xD and Alfred nearly fainting
Summary: Alfred gives blood then finds out he can't (summary sucks)
Notes: Yes, I did go here and yes, I did make it overly dramatic xD hahaha. WIN.
Characters: America/Alfred and Britain/Arthur/Iggy
Disclaimer: I own nothing...not even the idea this time. A friend gave it to me o.O
His hand squeezed Arthur’s tightly glancing up at him with teary blue eyes, “Dude, I don’t see why I have to do this.”
“Because it’s your obligation as a citizen of your own country, now sit still and let the nurse do her job.”
Sweat ran down the young countries face and he sat up slightly not liking the feeling of a surgical gloved hand gripping his arm. He could have easily pulled away but knew Arthur would have just sent him back down with a glare.
“Now, Mr. Jones, I want you to take a deep breath, it won’t hurt as badly as you think it will.” The nurse told him in a tone that said she told this to everyone.
The American bit his lip hard and watched as she swabbed the area with an alcohol swab, the smell of it as making him reel. He hated hospitals and anything to do with hospitals. The only reason he’d agreed to come was because Arthur had promised he’d stay by his side. Iggy was keeping up his side of the deal and now it was his turn. He could do this, he was the hero. “Fuck, just do it.”
“Watch your language.” Arthur said from his perch on a chair next to the lounge chair. “Cursing won’t make it go faster.” Even though his tone came out as annoyed he really felt sorry for the other nation. He’d always been afraid as a child of anything to do with Hospitals, why he never knew, but part of him felt slightly bad for putting America through this. However, he also felt that one could only get over their fears if they faced them head on.
He sat there and watched Alfred’s face, his lip was quivering as he was obviously trying to hold in his whimpers, his eyes were wide with fear and it looked as though he were going to cry. He’d never seen Alfred in such a state before, maybe he was pushing the boy too far.
“Arthur, please.” Alfred hissed suddenly a few tears leaking down his cheeks.
Arthur quickly closed his book and did as he promised, he took Alfred’s left hand into his and held it tightly scooting closer to the chair Alfred was laying in. “Just take deep breathes, lad, once it’s in the pain will disappear.”
Alfred leaned closer to Arthur burying his face in the other countries’ chest, he clenched his eyes shut as if that would help the tears from falling. Arthur found himself reaching up and stroking the blonde hair gently, he felt America shudder as the needle pricked the skin, then went in deeper until his red blood started to flow through the thin tube. “There, see it’s started, the hard part is over.” He rubbed America’s back and smiled, “Now you can sit back and close your eyes until it’s over with.”
“No, I’m fine right here.” Alfred whispered. He did move back a little bit with Arthur’s help and lay his head onto the cushioned back of the chair. His face did stay turned towards Arthur watching the other man’s every move with half open eyes.
When the lad pulled away, Arthur could see tear stains on the cheeks, he reached up and wiped them away taking off the glasses and setting them on top of his paperback. The death grip Alfred had on his hand didn’t relax any, not that Arthur thought it would. He just smiled not saying a word but kept Alfred’s gaze held with his. He didn’t want the American to see the blood running through the tube and into the bag.
“So, dude, you do this too?” Alfred asked.
“Whenever the need arises, yes.”
“Did anyone have to come with you?”
“No but I was scared though, my first time I had one of the nurses sit with me until I was done.”
Alfred’s eyes widened and Nantucket drooped a bit in front of his eyes. He blew it away then noticed Arthur’s face was getting very blurry. He closed his eyes then opened them again and there was no change. He was beginning to panic.
Arthur could see something was the matter, Alfred’s eyes didn’t look like they were focused anymore. He used his free hand and caught Alfred’s chin lifting up the face so he could look into the blue eyes, they were definitely unfocused. “Alfred, what’s wrong?”
“I’m...dizzy.” The other man answered.
“Already? But we’ve only been going at it for fifteen minutes…” Worried Arthur stood up and called for one of the nurses. A young blonde walked over and Arthur quickly explained the situation, “I’m just worried, I know you can get dizzy afterwards but I’ve never seen someone get dizzy at the beginning.”
She nodded and sat down on the doctor’s stool, as she did she gazed quickly at his chart, “So, Alfred, can you tell me how many fingers am I holding up?” She held up three and waited patiently for the other man to answer.
“Six. I think, dude I don’t know they aren’t staying still.” He answered letting his head fall back weakly onto the headrest.
She reached forward and took a penlight flicking it in front of both his eyes, they followed weakly. Then she took his folder and started to look through it, “I don’t understand, sir why are you even giving blood?”
“Because they told us to?” Arthur answered for him. “I don’t understand, what is the problem? He’s healthy as a horse.”
“Yes and very anemic too. He has too low of an iron count to give blood, I can’t understand why you even got past the front desk.” She reached forward again and checked Alfred’s pulse with two of her fingers as she used her other hand to grab a bandaid. “I apologize Mr. Jones for this mix up, you are going to feel week for the next couple of hours, I suggest you lay here and rest.” With expert fingers she stopped the blood flow, sticking an alcohol swab on it applying pressure then put medical tape and a bandaid on it.
“Wait, so what does anemic mean?”
“It means his body doesn’t make enough iron, are you his guardian?”
“You could say that.” Arthur said quite put off by the mistake.
“Basically your son should have never been allowed to give blood to begin with, his body doesn’t make enough and so when he gives blood it makes him very weak, in this case dizzy. Most times people faint when they’ve given as much as he has, he’s lucky he’s strong.”
Arthur paled at the information trying to add it up in his head. “What does that mean?”
She smiled reassuringly, “Nothing too bad, I promise. He’ll be fine, he just can’t donate to the blood drive. Rest here, sir and I’ll bring back some juice and cookies.”
Alfred didn’t respond right away, his hand relaxed it’s grip on Arthur’s slowly and Arthur watched as the young country slowly but surely drifted off to sleep.
Author: Robin Gurl
Warnings: Blood. xD and Alfred nearly fainting
Summary: Alfred gives blood then finds out he can't (summary sucks)
Notes: Yes, I did go here and yes, I did make it overly dramatic xD hahaha. WIN.
Characters: America/Alfred and Britain/Arthur/Iggy
Disclaimer: I own nothing...not even the idea this time. A friend gave it to me o.O
His hand squeezed Arthur’s tightly glancing up at him with teary blue eyes, “Dude, I don’t see why I have to do this.”
“Because it’s your obligation as a citizen of your own country, now sit still and let the nurse do her job.”
Sweat ran down the young countries face and he sat up slightly not liking the feeling of a surgical gloved hand gripping his arm. He could have easily pulled away but knew Arthur would have just sent him back down with a glare.
“Now, Mr. Jones, I want you to take a deep breath, it won’t hurt as badly as you think it will.” The nurse told him in a tone that said she told this to everyone.
The American bit his lip hard and watched as she swabbed the area with an alcohol swab, the smell of it as making him reel. He hated hospitals and anything to do with hospitals. The only reason he’d agreed to come was because Arthur had promised he’d stay by his side. Iggy was keeping up his side of the deal and now it was his turn. He could do this, he was the hero. “Fuck, just do it.”
“Watch your language.” Arthur said from his perch on a chair next to the lounge chair. “Cursing won’t make it go faster.” Even though his tone came out as annoyed he really felt sorry for the other nation. He’d always been afraid as a child of anything to do with Hospitals, why he never knew, but part of him felt slightly bad for putting America through this. However, he also felt that one could only get over their fears if they faced them head on.
He sat there and watched Alfred’s face, his lip was quivering as he was obviously trying to hold in his whimpers, his eyes were wide with fear and it looked as though he were going to cry. He’d never seen Alfred in such a state before, maybe he was pushing the boy too far.
“Arthur, please.” Alfred hissed suddenly a few tears leaking down his cheeks.
Arthur quickly closed his book and did as he promised, he took Alfred’s left hand into his and held it tightly scooting closer to the chair Alfred was laying in. “Just take deep breathes, lad, once it’s in the pain will disappear.”
Alfred leaned closer to Arthur burying his face in the other countries’ chest, he clenched his eyes shut as if that would help the tears from falling. Arthur found himself reaching up and stroking the blonde hair gently, he felt America shudder as the needle pricked the skin, then went in deeper until his red blood started to flow through the thin tube. “There, see it’s started, the hard part is over.” He rubbed America’s back and smiled, “Now you can sit back and close your eyes until it’s over with.”
“No, I’m fine right here.” Alfred whispered. He did move back a little bit with Arthur’s help and lay his head onto the cushioned back of the chair. His face did stay turned towards Arthur watching the other man’s every move with half open eyes.
When the lad pulled away, Arthur could see tear stains on the cheeks, he reached up and wiped them away taking off the glasses and setting them on top of his paperback. The death grip Alfred had on his hand didn’t relax any, not that Arthur thought it would. He just smiled not saying a word but kept Alfred’s gaze held with his. He didn’t want the American to see the blood running through the tube and into the bag.
“So, dude, you do this too?” Alfred asked.
“Whenever the need arises, yes.”
“Did anyone have to come with you?”
“No but I was scared though, my first time I had one of the nurses sit with me until I was done.”
Alfred’s eyes widened and Nantucket drooped a bit in front of his eyes. He blew it away then noticed Arthur’s face was getting very blurry. He closed his eyes then opened them again and there was no change. He was beginning to panic.
Arthur could see something was the matter, Alfred’s eyes didn’t look like they were focused anymore. He used his free hand and caught Alfred’s chin lifting up the face so he could look into the blue eyes, they were definitely unfocused. “Alfred, what’s wrong?”
“I’m...dizzy.” The other man answered.
“Already? But we’ve only been going at it for fifteen minutes…” Worried Arthur stood up and called for one of the nurses. A young blonde walked over and Arthur quickly explained the situation, “I’m just worried, I know you can get dizzy afterwards but I’ve never seen someone get dizzy at the beginning.”
She nodded and sat down on the doctor’s stool, as she did she gazed quickly at his chart, “So, Alfred, can you tell me how many fingers am I holding up?” She held up three and waited patiently for the other man to answer.
“Six. I think, dude I don’t know they aren’t staying still.” He answered letting his head fall back weakly onto the headrest.
She reached forward and took a penlight flicking it in front of both his eyes, they followed weakly. Then she took his folder and started to look through it, “I don’t understand, sir why are you even giving blood?”
“Because they told us to?” Arthur answered for him. “I don’t understand, what is the problem? He’s healthy as a horse.”
“Yes and very anemic too. He has too low of an iron count to give blood, I can’t understand why you even got past the front desk.” She reached forward again and checked Alfred’s pulse with two of her fingers as she used her other hand to grab a bandaid. “I apologize Mr. Jones for this mix up, you are going to feel week for the next couple of hours, I suggest you lay here and rest.” With expert fingers she stopped the blood flow, sticking an alcohol swab on it applying pressure then put medical tape and a bandaid on it.
“Wait, so what does anemic mean?”
“It means his body doesn’t make enough iron, are you his guardian?”
“You could say that.” Arthur said quite put off by the mistake.
“Basically your son should have never been allowed to give blood to begin with, his body doesn’t make enough and so when he gives blood it makes him very weak, in this case dizzy. Most times people faint when they’ve given as much as he has, he’s lucky he’s strong.”
Arthur paled at the information trying to add it up in his head. “What does that mean?”
She smiled reassuringly, “Nothing too bad, I promise. He’ll be fine, he just can’t donate to the blood drive. Rest here, sir and I’ll bring back some juice and cookies.”
Alfred didn’t respond right away, his hand relaxed it’s grip on Arthur’s slowly and Arthur watched as the young country slowly but surely drifted off to sleep.