Disclaimer: Hetalia ain't mine bros! xD

Alfred Jones yawned as he ran his fingers through his hair, slowly coming out of that blissful state most called 'unconsciousness. He lazily looked around his room, which he'd been in for about a month now... Just a bed, with plain, white sheets, with a plain wooden night stand, a plain matching dresser, and a flat screened TV planted into the wall, right in front of his bed. (His loaded father had tugged and pulled on strings to get him that, so his son would be in a 'better, more bearable' living condition. Whatever that meant.)

Alfred mumbled to himself as he slipped on his pants, and a Mickey Mouse t-shirt, making himself presentable for when York, the nurse assigned to him, came to fetch him for breakfast. When done, he sat on his bed, waiting.

The door opened, revealing York and all his York-ness. York was a tall, bulky African-American who should've been in sports instead of nursing mentally ill people, like Alfred was. He was sporting a bright yellow outfit that the staff of the hospital wore. (Though, according to one of Al's new friend, Feliks, would say he's "like, totally unstylish,")

Alfred smiled friendly at him, "Hi!"

York nodded, and gave him a closed mouth smile, fully walking into the room, carrying a tray, with the rubber eggs, plastic bacon, his medication, and orange juice. "Today, we're locking down the patients to their quarters for the day... I'm not supposed to tell you, but it's because there's a new person here, and he's having a tough time adjusting." Al nodded, picking up his fork and playing with his food before he ditched it and chugged the orange juice and his meds. "D'ya know if I can go outside today?" Usually the patients were allowed privileges to sit outside for about an hour to thirty minutes, but Alfred was doubtful.

"No. Unless, of course, a fire is started or something.. Though that would never happen. The pyromaniacs had their fire starters taken away."

"Hey! I just meet you, and this is crazy! But here's my number, so call me maybe!"

Arthur opened his eyes, and, groggily, looked up at Stacey, a nurse who had bugged him all day with being way to preppy, and always typing away with her annoying phone that always blasted the same bloody American pop songs over and over. It was like she didn't know how to turn on silent. "Mr. Kirkland, if you're just gunna sleep, would you like me to escort you to your room?"

"I wasn't going to sleep," Arthur harshly stated, "I was thinking."

"Oh, okay then!" She smiled and nodded her head, before she interrupted Arthur's peace, yet again, "Mister Kirkland, you have another meeting with Dr. Zwingli in about five minutes. Do ya wanna start walking to her office?"

"Sure." Another meeting? For what? Arthur shook his head, getting up and following the nurse.

Arthur walked into the office, and saw Dr. Zwingli, who was a rather pretty young woman, still looking youthful; in fact, she didn't even look old enough to have as many degrees as were decorated on her wall. She had short golden hair with a purple ribbon tied in it, light green eyes, and a pale pink blazer. She was typing away on a computer, a smile tugging on her lips. "Dr. Zwingli, Mr. Kirkland's here to see ya," Stacey's announcement broke the doctor's typing-trance, making the doctor look up.

She smiled at Arthur, and pointed toward the chairs in front of her desk, "Please take a seat, Arthur." The young doctor grabbed a file and a clipboard and Arthur sat down, his back straight, hands in his lap.

"So, Arthur," Dr. Zwingli started when Arthur sat. "I'm aware that you had a meeting earlier, with Nurse Joy, over the rules and regulations here, am I correct?"

Arthur nodded, wondering where this was going, "Yes... We went over everything, from the group therapy times to my room."

"Okay. Well, as you may know, I am the head Doctor at this facility, and I like to know my patients, and befriend them. Would you like to tell me about yourself?" The young doctor's sweet smile was small, and Arthur could feel it trying to coax something out of him.

""What would you like to know? My life story is really sad, and I don't particularly like to talk about it."

Well, then, we can talk about something else. What's your favorite color? Mine's purple."

"I like blue. I guess pink's good too."

"Pink? Isn't that a girly color?" Dr. Zwingli giggled, her smile growing as Arthur's monstrous eyebrows crashed together.

"It's not. Men can like it too."

"M'hmm. Sure. Now, What's your favorite..." She pondered for a moment, "Type of candy bar? I personally like Twix."

"MM's."

"Ah. MM's are cool. What's your favorite.."

And on and on they went, for the next hour.

And a really short first chapter it is.

I'm planning on making the chapters longer as we go on, so bear with me.