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Three Boys - One Choice (FrUKUS - Chapter 1)

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     "England!" a male american voice shouted. A blonde haired, green eyed man, with big eyebrows also, had collapsed from where he was standing. He fell into the soaking muddy ground. His Revolutionary War uniform was splashed with mud and water. Patches of blood also covered the uniform. The american who called, had golden brown hair, and square shaped glasses over his blue eyes. He was wearing a tan jacket and pants, with a white dress shirt and brown tie worn underneath. He also wears a brown bomber jacket, with a '50' on the back, and black shoes.

     He was standing near a few trees, trying to keep out of the pouring rain. Someone stood next to him, a male with long blonde hair, blue eyes, wearing a purple tunic, a purple capelet, red trousers and brown boots. The guy standing next to him, was French.

     "Angleterre!" he shouted. He was tempted to run forward, but in this pouring rain, a battle was happening. German soldiers, battling English soldiers. The blonde haired leader who had collapsed in the mud before, weakly glanced in the direction where the two men were standing.

     "America...France..." England coughed roughly, blood trailing out of his mouth. "Alfred...Francis...I...I can't..." His vision started turning blurry. He could see America and France running over to him. America adjusted his glasses whilst he was running. The German soldiers turned and followed their leader, whom was leaving the battle field. He had won this battle for now. England's vision then faded as his eyes slowly closed. All he could hear, was the squelching of shoes splashing through the muddy puddles getting louder and louder, when it slowly faded, then stopped. And, just like his vision, his hearing slowly faded. England slowly slipped into endless blackness...


     A rhythm of bleeps from a electrocardiography echoed around a mainly white room. There was a bed in the centre in the room, and a table next to the bed with the electrocardiography sitting on it. There was a body in the bed, a blonde haired man. His eyes were closed. He was in a light blue hospital gown. He was covered in a blanket. A few wires from other machines were connected to him. There was a mask over his mouth and nose which was connected to a breathing machine. The continuous beeping of the electrocardiography was the only sound in the room. Outside of the room, two men were waiting, the male with golden brown hair was pacing nervously whilst the long blonde haired male was sitting on a chair, fiddling with his hands.

     "What is taking those doctors so long!?" America, the golden brown haired male, complained impatiently.

     "Amérique, calm down oui? Angleterre vill be fine. I am sure of zat," France, the long blonde haired male, responded. Although, he wasn't to sure himself. America stopped pacing. He placed his hands over his face and he roughly shook his head a few times, trying to get rid of a thought that popped into his head. France sighed quietly, also shaking his head. He stood up and placed his hand on America's shoulder.

     "I understand you care for Angleterre. But I care to, oui? Don't worry Amérique. He vill be fine." France led America to the chairs and he gently pushed him down onto one. France then sat beside America, and waited for the doctors. Moments later, two of England's best doctors approached. One of them looked at both France and America as they glanced up.

     "England, has a few very severe wounds. But, if luck holds, he'll survive. He's on a breathing machine as he got shot in his chest. The bullet had punctured his lung. We've sewn up the wound, so it should heal shortly. But we have to keep him on a breathing machine until the wound on his lung heals," the first doctor explained.

     "So, he'll be ok?" America's face brightened up. The first doctor nodded in response. Both America and France breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, the electrocardiography in the room that England was in started bleeping rapidly. England's whole body started convulsing violently. The first doctor rushed inside whilst the second doctor called for assistance, one more doctor and two more nurses came running. They all disappeared into the room and closed the door.

     "England!" America shouted, he stood up with a look of fear on his face.

     "Angleterre!" France shouted at the exact same time, widening his eyes in panic.

     They both sat there in shock and silence, waiting to see what would happen to their best friend...
Whoo!~ My first Hetalia story!~

Sorry if France doesn't speak like that, I'm trying my best >w<"

Ok, for those who don't know,

Fr = France
UK = England/Britain/United Kingdom
US = America

And FrUKUS all together is FranceXEnglandXAmerica. England being the uke one and France and America being the seme ones, ((Duuh, you knew that would happen XD~ Maybe...))

BUT I'm sure most of you Hetalia fans already knew that ;D

Iggy (AKA England) Has to make his choice in this one, can he really have both? or does he have to limit himself to just one of the boys?

Find out as more of the story unfolds....

England, America and France all belong to Hetalia.

Preview picture made by: :iconlesley-the-fox:

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