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Warning(s): violence, swearing, abuse


"Remove your bloody hands from me you gits! Get off of me now!" The blond man shouted at the top of his lungs, anger easily being heard in his tone.

The last thing Arthur wanted to happen was this.

Getting carried off to god knows where by strong guys in all white scrubs with little to no explanation is nothing like what the blond Englishman wanted to do when he left high school.

Arthur bit and clawed at the large men, yelling insults at the two all the while.

"Do they really have to be so rough with him?" Arthur heard the Welsh accent of his brother Dylan ask.

A strong Scottish accent was heard next, saying "If he wasn't such a violent idjit then they wouldn't have to."

Arthur looked into his eldest brother's eyes, the gaze being that of pure venom. He never thought it would come to this. That his brother would be so unforgiving as to do something as underhanded as have Arthur hauled away.

"And what do you think YOU'RE looking at, Artie? You wanna get one last glimpse of your oldest brother before ye get taken away? I'll miss ye too, wee brither. So will your fairy friends." The reply was full of malice and sarcasm. It was easy to see that neither brother would ever enjoy seeing each other again.

Arthur's green eyes grew wide with rage at his brother's words. "I HOPE YOU BURN IN ACID, YOU EVIL-"

"He's becoming hostile, administer the sedatives."

Before Arthur could register what was happened, he felt a sharp pain in his arm and became extremely lax.

He lifted his head to look once more at his brothers. Dylan was wiping his eyes with his shirt sleeve, Conner's blue eyes appeared as distant as ever and Allistor waved at him, a false smile gracing his lips. Arthur saw his brothers get hazier and hazier as he was carried off. "It'll be a cold day in Hell if I let you live this down." He muttered darkly.

The Englishman could feel himself being put into a vehicle and strapped in. Once he was seated, the two, 'nurses' got in on opposite sides of him, presumably to keep him at bay during the ride.

'This is utter shit! I can't believe that these fools are playing into Allistor's plot! He just hates me! I'm perfectly sane!'

"I-I'm perfectly... sane...! Y-y-you have to let me g-go, dammit." He slurred out, tripping over his own words.

Despite Arthur saying that he has no reason to be taken away, there is an actual reason for him to be taken away. It goes back a bit, though.

About to middle school to be exact.

In 7th grade was when people began to think that Arthur Kirkland was more than just a small nerdy boy always buried in a fantasy book.

Oh no, the blond Brit used to talk to himself avidly, about various topics, from what type of tea to have with his book to whether it was a good idea to tell some girl that her skirt is bunchy on her backside.

But if you were to ask Arthur who he was talking to, he would say 'Flying Mint Bunny' or 'Lady Tink' or 'the dastardly Captain Hook', to name a few.

The young man had 'imaginary friends'. Yup, at the age of 12, Arthur had little invisible creatures he would talk to on a regular basis.

Not many people found it to be a huge problem, some actually found it cute, though it did lead to the Englishman to have a small number of people he could call friends during those tender years; not that he particularly WANTED friends to begin with. He'd like to say- or rather, 'Lady Tink' would like to say that Flying Mint Bunny, Captain Hook and herself were the only friends he needed.

This statement was what lead to Arthur's little 'problem' growing into something quiet large.

Funny thing is it was brought to light when a teacher asked him who his best friend was, to which Arthur answered "Flying Mint Bunny" then proceeded to pat the air lovingly while smiling.

Said teacher sent him to the counselor's office right away and a whole mess started involving a psychiatrist and his brothers that ended in him being diagnosed with mild schizophrenia as well as SPD.

One and a half out of his three brothers were supportive of his newfound illness. Dylan was ever so kind to him, going almost out of his way to make sure he was happy while Conner acted indifferent most of the time, not being mean, but also not being nice, per say. Allistor, who seemed to never like Arthur to begin with, acted much worse than before to the youngest Kirkland.

Fortunately, he passed through middle school and high school without much incident. It was almost like he floated above his peers and they just brushed him off. With his 'friends', he was safe and happy.

Well, that was until he graduated high school.

It was then that most things began to go downhill anyway.

This started with the 'snapping' of his Scottish brother.

(8 months earlier)

Allistor burst into the Kirkland household filled with rage. His bright red hair seemed to be on fire and his green eyes were alight with a fury one could only describe as hatred.

He chucked off his jumper from his cricket flannels, tossing it onto the floor away from where he was standing. The Scot then slammed the door, hitting his bat on the back of his shoes, as he did to prepare himself to make a run.

"I'm sick and tired of your bullshit Arthur! There is no such thing as a 'flying mint bunny' you nutter! Get over it already, it wasn't cute when you were little and isn't cute now that you're 19 bloody years old!"

Arthur shot up from reading an old novel, looking towards his eldest brother with a look of confusion and anger on his face. "What the bloody hell are you going on about, Allistor?" The young adult was honestly confused by his brother's loud and bitter statement. He's been doing quite well in not talking to his 'friends' in public.

That seemed to only make the Scotsman more crossed. "What am I going on about?! Your crazy imaginary friends or demons or whatever are what I'm going on about! I'm sick of it I am and if you don't stop," he twirled the cricket bat in his hand and slowly walked towards his younger brother.

"I'll beat the creatures out of you!"

Arthur, after processing what Allistor was talking about, immediately stood up and sprinted to the door, to get away from his now snapped brother.

The furious red head chased after Arthur, jumping over the blue striped sofa and tackling the blond to the hard wooden floor.

Allistor began punching the man beneath him, Arthur guarding some punches. The younger man was able to maneuver himself to kick the red head in the chest, scrambling away as soon as Allistor flew off.

"You've finally gone off your rocker!" Arthur screamed at Allistor. "I've never done anything to you! Why do you hate me so much?!"

The aforementioned man steadied himself then glared at the blond with intense rage in his eyes.

The older man's face turned as red as his hair. "Why do I hate you?! You ruin EVERYTHING! I can't go anywhere without people asking me if my crazy brother is still taking to his bloody 'friends'! I'm laughed at; our other brothers are laughed at because of YOU!"

Allistor's voice got hoarse, it breaking under the raw emotions and constant yelling. "It was YOU who drove mum to kill herself, YOU'RE the reason why Dylan didn't grow up with a father, the man HATED YOU! Everyone hates you! Nobody wants to be around you! They ALL LEAVE AND NEVER LOOK BACK! Even our own bloody GRANDPARENTS want us out of their lives because of a bratty little Nancy FREAK! Why wouldn't I hate you?!"

Arthur looked at his brother's face, searching for the part that gave away that he was lying, or exaggerating at least. He found nothing but pain and resentment.

"Allistor..." The blond muttered, paling at the sight of what his brother has become. "Brother, I'm so dreadfully sorry-"

He was cut off by a hard slam in the jaw with the cricket bat. A crunch was heard, Arthur could only imagine it as a tooth falling out. "DON'T YOU DARE CALLED ME 'BROTHER'! YOU ARE NO BROTHER OF MINE!"

Allistor readied the cricket bat to swing again. "Sorry won't cut it, either! The only thing that'll fix YOU will be you not being here!"

He swung, harder than before, striking the blond Englishman square in the face once again. Arthur spun around from the force, and then fell to the floor, clutching his cheek where the bat struck. The crunch echoed through the room, his jaw could be dislocated this time.

Allistor jumped on him once more, punching him again, in the chest, arms and face, striking him with the end of the bat, drawing blood.

Arthur spat the blood in his mouth out onto the Scotsman's face, then flipped them over and hit his brother with almost as much force as he was hit with.

This, brawl, went on for nearly twenty minutes, both men bloodied and bruised almost to the point of them being unrecognizable, stopping when Dylan walked in from errands.

"What the hell are you two doing?!" He shouted, dropping grocery bags and shedding his boots in favor of running to break his brothers apart.

Dylan ended up calling in Conner (who was napping upstairs as the fight happened downstairs) to pull the Scot and Arthur away from each other.

As Allistor was being carried away by Conner, Arthur could hear him saying "It'll be too long a wait to get you out of here! I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you're gone, freak!"

Arthur didn't know he was crying until Dylan started dapping his tears away. "No need to cry, Artie. Allistor is just, he's just an angry person. Don't worry about what he says." The younger nodded lightly, his neck stiff from being hit so much. Dylan looked him over and noticed the slack jaw on his brother. "Fuck, he really banged you up this time, didn't he? Open your mouth, Art."

Arthur shook his head as best he could without rattling his jaw too much. The Welshman frowned. "Arthur, I know your teeth must hurt a ton from Alli's bat, but I need to see just how bad it is."

When Arthur finally opened his mouth, blood poured out down his chin, and he screamed in as the pain of the motion registered with him.

Dylan paled. "Shit! Conner! We need to get Arthur to the hospital NOW!"

Conner ran down the stairs, Allistor behind him. "So does this bloodied idiot. His hand is broken, so is his nose."

Dylan pulled Arthur up gently, guiding him to the van with Conner and Allistor behind him.

The drive to the hospital was quiet, and tense. "Why isn't Arthur talking?" Conner questioned. Allistor smiled, a wide grin showing his bloodied teeth. "I broke the little bitch's jaw."

Once at the hospital, Arthur was found to have a fractured jaw, minor concussion and a few missing teeth, among other lacerations that require stitching. Allistor got the better end of the stick, only being found to have a few broken fingers on his left hand and a broken nose, also coupled with deep lacerations a broken tooth.

The Scot laughed when Arthur was getting his mouth wired shut, finding it hilarious how much pain the younger man was in.

The only solitude the Englishman found was talking to his 'friends', reassuring them that what Allistor said was false, that they weren't demons, saying that they were his very best friends.

It was a few days after Arthur had his jaw wired shut and head wrapped that he was scheduled to have an appointment with his psychologist. The sessions were lengthened as a result of Arthur's incident. Soon, his schizophrenia was upgraded to severe as was his SPD.

After this and a few testimonies from Allistor of Arthur's 'violent episodes' (all of which were provoked and entertained by the Scotsman himself), the Kirkland's got a call of a lifetime.

No, not for the lottery, though Allistor likes to think it as such, the call was from Arthur's psychiatrist, saying that he qualifies to be places in a mental institute.

The news wasn't at all pleasant for the young man; Arthur had absolutely no interest in leaving his home. He talked with the fair Lady Tink and she suggested that he didn't go, while Flying Mint just told him to do what made him happy.

Allistor started another fight with Arthur the day the nurses from the institute came. This time, Arthur got extremely livid, not calming down even after being pulled off of the red haired man, causing them to deal with the fiery Englishman accordingly.

"You are here, Mr. Kirkland."

Arthur looked up at the large pleasant looking pale orange building with the name neatly printed on the side. It read 'Grandly Harrison's Mental Asylum for Long Term Care' in bright blue.

'Such a cheerful name…' he thought solemnly.

"Once you are inside, you will not be able to leave until you are deemed safe to leave. Right now, you are at a high danger level." One nurse said, face and voice impassive.

"Meaning you will probably not get out anytime soon." The other said, less impassive but just as pessimistically.

'I seriously hate my brother.'


A/N: Hellllllooooooo Hetalia fandom! This'll be my first story published to Hetalia and I hope you guys like it! The idea may not be the newest thing, but I'm sure it'll be a treat for those looking for something new. Arthur and his family are fun to write so far, and I hope to continue! Please favorite, follow and/or review if you want, but what I really want you lovely people to do is enjoy! If you have any suggestions, comments or questions, feel free to PM me or leave it as a review, it'll be greatly appreciated and I'll happily answer them as soon as I can.