The Cursed Ones - A Hetalia Saga

The Cursed Surgeon

"... and now to some breaking news. As we just heard it, the risky operation of transplanting a still thumping heart hasn't been as successful as planned. As it seems, the patient is going to die in less than a week, which is a major downfall for the local surgeons here in Bucharest..."

Pff, of course it was a downfall. They didn't have the world's best surgeon to help them out, that's why they failed.

These so called 'professionals' kept on failing ever since the year 1970 struck. And all just because she left...

Oh, by the way, hello! My name is Vladimir Popescu, but call me Vlad! I'm the representative of Romania, for those who don't know, and currently am having a sleepover with my best friend, Boris Stefanov, who's also known as Bulgaria.

He's my bestest buddy! Nothing can tear us apart! Yet... I used to say the same about a girl I've been with back then. She was such a sweetheart...

"Hey, Vlady? You alright?"

Oh, right, Boris was over. I kept forgetting that...

"Hm? O-Oh, yeah, I am! Don't worry about it!"

I don't suppose he really believed me... given that I cried a little. It only got confirmed when I heard his sigh.

"... It's about her, right?"

Now, I know what most of you are thinking. Doesn't he know what pain you're in? Didn't he experience this as well as you did?

Well, yes and yes, but... he's had more time to... ahem, dare I say 'get over it' by now. 'The incident' happened approximately 60 years beforehand to him. When he lost the one who meant such a lot to him and when it was me who had to give him all the comfort I could possibly give someone.

"It really is..."

I sighed, closing my eyes as I tried to forget.

Antanasia Badea. That was her name. The best surgeon that Romania ever had. But… I love to call her my 'Sweetie Annie'. Even to this day, I brag about her and her work, even if it meant I had to go home and cry my eyes out...

The lights strangely brightened in my room as I collapsed in the bed, hugging my pillow.

"It's… no fair, Boris. Yeah, I know what you're gonna say… you went through this too. It's no surprise, but… it… hurts… It really does hurt..."

I felt his hand tug on mine to lift me up. Then, his arms wrapped around me in a hug.

"I understand, Vlad. It's okay to cry it out."

As I did what he told me I could do, I only noticed Boris flinch a little in a sudden.

Yet what it was he flinched because of... I didn't know. I couldn't see it at the time. Was too busy crying.

Apparently, the color of the lamp on my ceiling changed again and again, as he said later on. First it went from yellow to white, from white to green and from green to red. Which was strange, because... those were the colors of the Bulgarian flag.

Yet while I cried, I also tried to speak. Which went out... poorly, to say the least. I hiccuped and sobbed again and again in between my words and sentences.

"B-Boris... I... don't understand... W-Why... Why did this... have to happen to her?? T-That... damn accident!"

Yep, that's what happened to my sweet Annie... She had an accident right after she just finished saving yet another person's life.
Whereas I sometimes saw this either as a joke or in a rather ironic way, for... she couldn't save her own life afterwards.