This is going to be a collection of UKUS stories, special thanks to Kaylm Iditra and Perfect1Up. You can request one-shots, kinks, AUs, theme, or short story ideas. This one is a present for my awesome friend and rp partner, Perfect1Up.
Warning: Language, Theme.
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Not all one-shots will be UKxFem!US, I just wanted to try something new!
The repetition of the same sound agonized him, that same horrible beeping that echoed through the cold white room. His ears welcomed the noises of people walking in and out of his space, loving the new sounds he could hear. He loved seeing them walk inside as well, sometimes a nurse would have a colorful pin in their hair or a red pen in their white coat pocket. One time he saw a young nurse with neon pink shoelaces, and another time there was a young doctor with purple frames for their glasses. The bright colors and different sounds were little besides the beeping, but he loved and treasured them so much.
He loved seeing his wheelchair, because it meant that he was able to leave that hellish room that trapped him. He got to see the light gray walls of the hall and the nasty green colored doors of the emergency rooms. These colors were extremely ugly, but they were better than the horrible white walls that encased him like a bird. A sad and sick bird who sang no song, nor had many bright and beautiful feathers to show off to the others with pride. He was just a dull person who was too colorless and cold to try to show his personality, he hated making people smile or laugh with his disease.
He did not want them to smile when he spoke, his voice always sounded rough and groggy because he was used to going weeks without talking to any real people. The nurses were never nice to talk to, they always gave him a sneer or a rude comment when he would ignore them, which was almost every day. He found their voices to be shrill and grating, as well as their faces and eyes to be hideous.
To him, everything was ugly in this colorless white world. The people, the machines, the walls, the floors, the ceilings, the windows, and even the food he was served was ugly. He was in a jail created by those who wanted to suppress his imagination, bound to be insane for the rest of his life. Locked like a bird, in a colorless world with soundless music and forever alone to please these hideous doctors.
His name was Arthur Kirkland, a man considered mad at the youthful age of twenty-four. He was a pale skinned young man with narrowed green eyes and even paled blond hair. He often shaved his face before a beard could be grown, but he usually had morning shadow that would stay short and stubbly for about four days until he would shave it.
Arthur Kirkland lived in a large and safe hospital, but not in a normal hospital where one would go to get check ups or transplants. Arthur Kirkland lived in the local hospital, named 'Hetalia North Point Mental Hospital'. Mr. Kirkland had been living here for eight long and tiresome years with the horrible disease known as Delusional Mixed, which means he suffered from multiple cases of Delusional. He was sent into the hospital when he was sixteen under the charges of Delusional Grandiose, Delusional Somatic, and Psychotic Depression.
Delusional Grandiose is a horrible type of delusional disorder that has an over-inflated sense of self-worth, power, knowledge, or identity. The person might believe he or she has a great talent or has made an important discovery. Mr. Kirkland had always had the belief that he could do magic, ever since he was a little boy up until now. One time, when he was fifteen, he set a local bully on fire with his older brother's lighter; and he blamed it on his ability to breathe fire. His parents and most of the locals thought it was just Arthur being a rebel.
Delusional Somatic is a type of delusional disorder that causes the person to believe that he or she has a physical defect or medical problem. This was discovered when Arthur was twelve, and this scared his mother half to death. Arthur seemed to forget how to walk, he would just be in his bed and stare blankly at the wall. Sometimes he would forget how to sit up, being paralyzed for a day or two. One time his father and his brother pushed Arthur out of his bed and laughed as the poor boy began to cry and use his arms to crawl around the floor. It was cruel, but no one reported this other than Arthur being stubborn.
Psychotic depression occurs when a severe depressive illness has a co-existing form of psychosis. The psychosis could be hallucinations, delusions, or some other break with reality. This is what broke Arthur's parents to the point of putting him in a mental ward. He was four when this started, and it only got worse as he grew older. He began to have imaginary friends, though the doctor said it was the worse case he had seen in all his life. Not only did Arthur pretend they were real and talked with them, he ended up almost killing his friend for calling him crazy and other common insults.
He snapped. He snapped and was now in the mental ward until further notice. His family came and visited him every two weeks, his mother bringing him homemade scones and jam for when he would have his evening tea. His brothers were told by Arthur himself to never ever come and see him, but their mother still brought them to the hospital every now and then. His father, who was a cold hearted drunk, would often come and insult his son for costing them too much money and for being a failure; but Arthur grew accustomed to these cruel words.
Arthur sat in his room with his mother, who watched her son eat his scones and drink his tea. They both sat in silence, the older woman not saying much in fear for Arthur snapping or screaming loudly at her. Arthur had gotten news that the only nurse he liked, a sweet and cheerful man named Tino, had married his high school sweetheart and both had moved to his homeland of Sweden. Tino had been there for ten years, starting as an intern at a young age so that he could get a job.
Tino had been happy to help Arthur, easily bending to the mad man's picky needs. Arthur's mother also enjoyed Tino, often sending the young couple scones and jams to thank them for their help with her youngest son. Arthur often would tell stories to Tino, ones about the land where he belonged and where the dragons lived. Unlike the others who worked there, Tino never made comments about Arthur's imaginations; he even enjoyed retelling them to his adoptive son, Peter.
Tino had left last night and Arthur was stuck in his room with his mother, waiting for his doctor to come in and meet his new personal nurse. Most patients did not have a personal nurse, but Mrs. Kirkland had paid the extra money so that her son could have one who would bend to his will and come to him whenever he called them. Mrs. Kirkland knew Arthur needed someone who could talk to and listen to him, someone who let him say whatever he wanted and still smile at him.
"Arthur? Are you awake?" a voice called from the door, making Mrs. Kirkland and Arthur look over towards it. There at the door stood Arthur's doctor, a cold eyed man with a stern and loud voice. Doctor
Ludwig Beilschmidt, a forty-one year old German doctor who graduated from Oxford.
"For now, what do you want?" Arthur muttered, looking away from Dr. Beilschmidt and into his shallow cup of Earl Grey. Mrs. Kirkland gave her son a short scowl before she looked back at the pale blond doctor.
"I would like you to meet your new nurse, Ms. Jones," Dr. Beilschmidt beckoned, stepping out of the way to allow a blond female to step into the room. Mrs. Kirkland smiled at the young woman, seeing the new nurse had this bright aura around her young body. She had wheat blond hair that was rather short and wavy with a cowlick sticking up from the part in her bangs, big sapphire eyes blocked by silver framed glasses, a large set of breasts, meat on her bones, and honey tan skin hidden by a thin white uniform. At first they assumed Ms. Jones was no older than twenty, since she seemed so perky and happy.
"Hello, Mr. Kirkland," Ms. Jones said, following Dr. Beilschmidt over to where Arthur was sitting. Ms. Jones stopped in front of Mrs. Kirkland and held her hand out for the mother to take, which she did quickly. Dr. Beilschmidt gave Arthur a soft smile, which recoiled at the fowl frown he received in turn.
"Hi! You must be his sister!" Ms. Jones exclaimed excitedly, a brighter smile coming to her lips and showing off pearly white teeth. Mrs. Kirkland chuckled and covered her blushing face.
"No dearie, I'm Arthur's mum," Mrs. Kirkland said, shaking the girl's hand. Ms. Jones shook back and then pulled away, turning to Arthur and offering her flawless hand to the man. Arthur did nothing, which slightly surprised his mother because he was not scowling or telling the young nurse to back off. When Arthur first met Tino he called him ugly and made the poor Finnish man run off crying on the first day, a normal thing for Arthur.
"Well. Hello, Mrs. Kirkland! My name is Amelia F. Jones!" the young nurse Amelia introduced, looking over to Mrs. Kirkland quickly before she looked back over expectantly to Arthur.
"You're very loud, git. I pray you plan to shut up soon," Arthur growled, though this new voice oddly did not make his ears bleed. Though Amelia was loud, it was beautiful and soothing to the man.
"Yeah, just thought I should introduced myself before I started jamming needles into you," Amelia chuckled, which made Dr. Beilschmidt face palm at the comment. Mrs. Kirkland took Amelia's words as a joke, smiling sweetly and turning to her son and chuckling lightly. Arthur gave his mother a glare, which caused the sixty year old woman's happiness to end.
"Mum, I think it's time for you to return to your husband?" Arthur asked darkly, wanting to be alone. Mrs. Kirkland gave her son a sad look and leaned over him, planting a small kiss on the forehead before leaving the room. She said nothing to the doctor or to Amelia, though she gave them a sad smile to show them what she was feeling.
"She was making mint-bunny upset, she always makes him upset when she thinks about the outside," Arthur muttered, pulling his knees to his chest and looking down at the white sheets.
"Who is mint-bunny?" Amelia asked, looking over her shoulder for her boss's help. Arthur looked over at Amelia, his usual dull eyes burning with some new life; and now he had to test this nurse.
"How about I leave you with Mr. Kirkland for a while? You can find me in my office when you are not needed," Dr. Beilschmidt offered, leaving the room and locking the door. All employees had key cards so that they could exit and enter their patient's rooms, and Amelia already had a set for each door she needed. Amelia watched her boss leave, softly smiling as she was left alone with the mad man. Amelia jumped when she heard Arthur give a loud and painful sounding cough, making her turn to see her patient looking at her with those lively hungry eyes.
"Are you a virgin, Ms. Jones?" Arthur asked, his thick British accent dripping off his groggy voice. Amelia was shocked by the question and her face quickly turned bright red from the embarrassment. Her eyes grew wider, never expecting to be asked that by one of her patients; maybe someone at a bar, but certainly not an insane man.
"Why do you want to know? And please call me Amelia or Al," Amelia said, fixing her flawless white uniform.
"You need to answer me truthfully if you know what is good for you, my family is paying you to do as I say," Arthur said finishing the burnt scone and his tea. Arthur held out the empty cup for Amelia to take, which she did instantly and placed it on a small table near the door.
"Fine, dude, if you really want to know, I'm not," Amelia said, looking over at Arthur. Amelia sighed, noticing Arthur had black crumbs on his white shirt and sheets. Arthur mumbled a bit, talking to his friends about this new information about his new personal nurse.
"Figures, only pure people can see them," Arthur said, crossing his arms and glaring his new nurse. Amelia walked over to Arthur, seeing him smirk and raise his arms up. Amelia gave a small smile and stuck her pink tongue out at Arthur, which made the British man turn to grumble to his friends about Amelia's immaturity level.
"I'm sorry I'm not pure, but I hope your friends will like me even if I can't see them," Amelia said, pulling the shirt off of Arthur's thin body. Arthur looked at Amelia in a pleasantly surprised way, seeing as the nurse seemed to be different from the rest. Most told Arthur to keep his craziness to himself, though he swore that there were his friends here; and Arthur blamed their lack of pureness and innocence. Luckily for Arthur, Amelia seemed to be filled to the brim with the innocence that he and his friends craved to see.
"I think they will like you, they do seem to like children more than adults," Arthur chuckled, watching Amelia take the blanket off of him and put it with the shirt. Amelia puffed out her cheeks and gave a little pout at that comment, though she had always been more childish that the others her age.
"Are you calling me a child?" Amelia asked, looking over the topless man carefully. Amelia walked over to the cabinets and grabbed a clean blanket and a crisp white shirt. Arthur smiled, watching the nurse walk back over to him and put them on him.
"Perhaps, I guess you can prove us wrong over time? And if not, I have a spell to fix that," Arthur replied, talking about his friends and his magical abilities. Amelia smiled and nodded, knowing that it was going to be fun working with Mr. Kirkland. She had already read over Arthur's folder, learning about everything he claimed and believed in; and it was almost like the man had read one too many fantasy books as a child. Arthur seemed happy with his nurse, though he was going to have to train Amelia so that she was as fully obedient as Tino never was.
This was the beginning of a good friendship and semi-easy work life, for both the patient and the nurse. Amelia seemed to never grow a day older while working with Arthur Kirkland, she was always the sunshine Arthur needed in his life. Arthur Kirkland soon began to develop a new disorder, though it seemed to have no name. One day, during the winter, Arthur realized a name for this new disorder. He was self-diagnosed with the horrible disease known as 'Love'.
The other nurses realized shortly after that Arthur had developed an Obsession and Delusional Jealously for his personal nurse. At first they thought Arthur was just being stubborn, but as soon Amelia started to work with other patients during her time Arthur got so mad that he would scream at whomever would enter his room, even his mother developed a slight fear for her son's wrath. She was even bitten a few times by her son whenever she would try to do Amelia's job, and Arthur would bark back, 'That is her job! Don't touch me! Only she can!'
Amelia always visited Arthur, no matter what day or time it was. When Arthur called, Amelia could come. When Arthur cried, Amelia would come. When Arthur needed the sun, Amelia would come. One time, around one o'clock in the morning on a warm spring night, Arthur began to panic so bad that the night nurses had to try and sedate him. The angry Brit would not let them near him and ended up biting one of them and screaming when they would touch him. The night nurses began to panic and soon they had to do the one thing Arthur was screaming for, which was to call Amelia and wake up the sleeping girl.
Amelia was twenty two when this happened, this being three years after they met, and she quickly got out of her bed and drove over to the mental hospital. When she got there, Arthur was giggling madly on the ground, his legs wrapped around one of the nurse's necks tightly as his arms held another and a small knife aimed at the last of the nurse's necks. They praised Amelia when they saw her running down the hall in her patriotic tank top and shorts pajama set with her old pink bunny slippers.
"Arthur! Stop this!" Amelia screamed, almost slipping on the smooth floor as she ran down the hallway. As she ran she saw other patients looking out their windows and watching the nurse running down the hall. Arthur started laughing even louder, his laugh causing Amelia's and everyone else's blood to freeze in fear at the pure madness and heartlessness of that laugh.
"Where were you, poppet? They are being mean! TELL ME WHERE YOU WERE! Why weren't you here for me, love, it's so cold with you gone! The Pixies said things…. Bad Things!" Arthur screamed, tightening his hold around the nurses' necks. Amelia slowly made her way over to Arthur, the other nurses standing by backing off to give Amelia some room to work and calm Arthur. The nurses started whispering about the mad man, saying they should have locked him away with a straight jacket binding him.
"I was at home, Artie, please calm down, everything will be okay," Amelia cooed softly, kneeling in front of Arthur and scooting herself closer to him using her bare knees. Arthur kept his hold on the nurses' necks, making them scream and cry in pain. Amelia slowly got closer, her arms extended so that Arthur could come into them instead of snapping the poor nurses' necks.
"Why were you late?! I hate it when you're late! Who was fucking you, slut!?" Arthur shouted deliriously, his eyes now narrowed and dark looking. Amelia reached one hand behind her back and opened it to quickly feel one of the nurses place a syringe into her awaiting hand.
"I was just asleep, Artie, I was asleep and alone in my bed," Amelia said, scooting closer to Arthur. Arthur slightly flinched and soon his hold on the nurses' necks eased, but neither of them moved from the fear that paralyzed them.
"Your bed was empty? So why didn't you stay with me? You know how much we want you here with only us," Arthur said, completely letting go of the nurses and freeing them to return to their fellow employees. Amelia kept scooting closer, her eyes not focused on the sharp knife in Arthur's hand.
"I understand, now please relax and then we can go to sleep, 'kay?" Amelia whispered, scooting even closer. Amelia examined Arthur's body, seeing he was still in a defensive position; and this made the situation dangerous for the patient and his nurse. Amelia examined Arthur's free arm and prepped the needle; going straight for Arthur's right wrist, aiming for the vein visible under Arthur's skin.
But Amelia was too slow for the dangerous man, who saw Amelia about inject him with a sleep inducer, and Arthur moved his right arm and jammed the knife in his left one into Amelia's hand. The watching nurses screamed when the knife stabbed through Amelia's hand, which also caused Amelia to release a loud and pain filled scream. One night nurse, a middle aged Ukrainian woman, ran to the phone and dialed the security to come as soon as they could.
"Oh, god! Amelia, I'm so sorry!" Arthur panicked, though he was too frozen in fear to try and reach out for his nurse. Arthur felt horrible, seeing Amelia's blood pour onto the gray tile floor like a steam of water. It was a horrible and beautiful sight for the mad man, just seeing his beloved nurse bleeding in front of him was so beautiful and arousing.
Usually security was never needed; and since Arthur cried for only his Amelia, they never did call them until now. Amelia moved away from Arthur and gripped her hand, looking over at Arthur with tear filled eyes. The crazed Brit froze and then began to panic for Amelia's sake, screaming for them to call a doctor right then. Amelia remained on the ground, biting her upper lip as she cried from the echoing pain going through her body.
Arthur crawled over to Amelia and tried hugging the young blond, but was rejected quickly. Arthur looked at Amelia in the eyes, making eye contact and silently pleading for Amelia to forgive him. Amelia tried to stand up, looking away from Arthur and back at her blood soaked hand. Arthur was about to plea for Amelia's forgiveness, but he was stopped when he felt a jolt of pain. He turned his head and saw one of the nurses had stuck a needle into him, giving him a few seconds before he fell into a deep sleep.
"Amelia… I…love-" Arthur tried to say; soon the white world grew black for Arthur, soon he was on the cold floor and deeply asleep. Not awake to see Amelia taken to the hospital or to see the nurses pick him up and strap him in his bed in his room. But he was awake to see his love's blood and tears spill so freely, caused only by him.
Amelia was given a week off to heal, which was the slowest and worst week in Arthur's life in the hospital. His mother and father came up and fussed at him; well, it was more his dad than his mother, about how they were having to pay for Amelia's hospital bill. Luckily it was not too bad, since Amelia's insurance and boss helped with most of it. When his mother and father asked him why he did it, he only told them that 'the fairies saw her with another man'. This made Mr. Kirkland pissed, not only was his son a loon but he was also in love with his nurse..
Arthur had been free of the bed binds for three days now, which made him happy. It was hard to breath with those belts holding his whole body down, he even had to press a button whenever he needed to use the restroom. His doctor was strict with him, and this is when Arthur told him what sparked his outburst. His doctor told him that he had developed another disorder, Delusional Jealousy. It was rather funny to hear that he had Delusional Jealousy for his beautiful nurse, though it made sense to him. Whenever Amelia had to go care for another patient Arthur would start to cry or purposely begin to act weirder just to keep Amelia or have her come back sooner.
Arthur's parents were beyond pissed off at this news, now knowing that they would have to pay for another treatment. Both ended up storming out of the room, just in time to see Amelia return to the mental hospital for the first time that week. Arthur's father just stormed past and Mrs. Kirkland gave her a soft pat on the shoulder, but no words were shared between the three. Amelia walked into Arthur's room and closed the door, shutting the window blinds so that no one could peak inside.
Arthur looked at Amelia in shock, never thinking he was going to see her ever again; and he turned the opposite direction so he did not have to see Amelia's hurt eyes. The short glance he did manage of Amelia was a beautiful one, seeing that wonderful sunshine walk into his room seemed to kill all of the bad feelings for a short amount of time. Arthur could hear Amelia walking closer to him, those white tennis shoes slowly coming closer and causing soft squeaks when it would hit the floor awkwardly.
"Artie?" Amelia called softly, placing her soft hand on Arthur's shoulder. Arthur almost moaned from the warmth of Amelia's hand, it was so nice and gentle compared to the hospital. Arthur said nothing in return, only biting his lip to try to keep himself from crying.
"I know you're awake, Artie, can we talk?" Amelia whispered softly, causing the mad man to shiver at the sweet sound. Arthur remained looking the other way, knowing that if he looked at Amelia he might not be able to control himself.
"What? Git…" Arthur said coldly, though he was mentally screaming at himself for insulting the beautiful blond next to him.
"Are you feeling better? I haven't checked on you in a week, is there something you would like to talk about?" Amelia asked, sitting on the side of the bed and rubbing Arthur's back slowly. The American nurse had learned that Arthur always opened up when he was relaxed and being rubbed down. Arthur sighed and rolled over, meeting face to face with his beautiful and young nurse. Arthur wanted to beg Amelia for forgiveness, but he could not form those soft words he knew he owed Amelia after what he did a week earlier. Arthur noticed that the hand he stabbed was bandaged in white gauze that was tightly wrapped around Amelia's hand.
"I feel like shite, now go away," Arthur muttered coldly to Amelia, causing the young nurse to give him a sad look. Amelia brushed a few strands of Arthur's hair out of his face, which had grown messy and slightly longer from its lack of care. Arthur's face had a light scruff on it, making him look older than he really was. Amelia was used to shaving Arthur's face so it was clean and smooth everyday, so seeing Arthur like this was rather humorous for the nurse.
"You look like a mess and smell like crap," Amelia chuckled out, causing Arthur to scowl and shoot up from his bed in anger.
"If you came here to tease me, then I suggest you just leave… my friends are ignoring me and the loons of this place are teasing me enough, so bugger off," Arthur said, looking away from Amelia. Why did his love have to smile at him, even after Arthur had stabbed her hard enough for the blade of the knife to go through her hand?
"I didn't come here to be mean, Artie, I came here to talk to you," Amelia said, sitting up on her knees behind Arthur. The mad man soon felt warmth against his back, which came from Amelia's undamaged hand rubbing him slowly and passionately.
"About what?" Arthur spat angrily, knowing what Amelia wanted to say. He knew the American nurse too well, he knew Amelia was going to be too nervous to say it; but he did not want to say anything about it himself.
"How did you know I was with someone that night?" Amelia asked softly, her voice shaky and worried. Arthur knew Amelia did not want to offend him in any way, but Amelia had the natural ability to say the wrong things at the wrong time. As soon as those words left Amelia's mouth Arthur's eyes became wide in angered shock.
"So, you lied to me… you were sleeping with someone…" Arthur growled coldly, feeling his face heat up and tears starting to glaze over his eyes. Although Arthur was mad he refused to hurt Amelia ever again; but that did not mean he wanted to share what belonged to him.
"In a way, yes. My twin came over and crashed at my place. He couldn't sleep on the couch because his back is fragile and messed up, so he slept with me in my bed," Amelia said, a smile coming to her lips. Arthur felt his eyes close in peace, though deep inside of him was a war of confusion.
"Why did you lie to me? How do I know you're not lying to me right now? You're so young and you have to have a boyfriend or whatever you fancy…" Arthur said softly, looking at his hands and shaking his head softly.
"Arthur, until I pay back my student loans and I help cure you, I will never have time to have a relationship or do anything like that," Amelia said, starting to rub Arthur's shoulders and the back of his neck.
"So I'm keeping you from living a normal life?" Arthur asked, turning his head around to look at Amelia in the eyes. To his shock he was met with the perfect eyes shining like gems in the light. The soft and beautiful look Amelia had on her face was truly breath taking, and Arthur could no stop himself from staring at it.
"I guess you could say it like that, bro; but all the relationship I want is right here," Amelia replied cheerily, still rubbing Arthur's shoulder. She began to use her injured hand to rub the other shoulder, massaging them in a blissful rhythm that made Arthur relax and ease down.
Arthur felt his face heat up, thinking this could be it… Amelia had just confessed her love, right? Of course she did! No one would say that unless they loved that person, right? Arthur smirked and rested his back against Amelia's chest, seeing how far he could push his boundaries with his nurse.
"So you're not going to leave me until I'm cured?" Arthur asked, his eyes narrowing as he studied Amelia carefully.
"Yeah, didn't I just say that? Or is your hearing gone, old man?" Amelia asked with a slight chuckle, letting go of Arthur's shoulders. The Brit turned around and grabbed hold of Amelia, forcing the nurse to stop smiling and look at the man seriously.
"You promise me you won't leave until I'm cured… right?" Arthur asked, wanting to confirm Amelia's wonderful words. Arthur could tell Amelia was taken aback; but a soft smile came to life on her perfect pink lips, one that melted Arthur's heart into a soup of overwhelming emotions.
"I promise, Heroes don't just leave their people!" Amelia said, placing her hands into her lap and just watching her patient carefully. Arthur grinned at Amelia's words and forced himself closer to the nurse, their bodies getting too close for most people's comfort.
"Tell me then, what if I never became cured… what if I'm always locked in here?" Arthur asked, pushing himself even closer to Amelia. The nurse seemed to catch these movements and slowly moved back, not wanting to get in trouble for being too close to a patient. Arthur frowned; but he did not push himself closer to Amelia, in fear that the nurse would run off because he was being too forward.
"It takes time, Arthur; but I know that soon you'll be walking out of here and you'll go to college and you'll get married and have children and die old in your own house," Amelia said, her voice softening to almost a whisper.
Arthur caught this as well, seeing how his release saddened Amelia. That completely confirmed it! Arthur knew that Amelia was meant for him in heaven, and he knew Amelia would never be brave enough to make the first move. It was time Arthur made the nurse understand every word he ever said to her, from the 'You can't leave now, I have another story,' to the 'Just one more minute, please, I need you to shave me'.
Arthur pushed Amelia roughly against the bed and got on top of the blond girl, leaning over the girl's body and pulling Amelia's arms above her head. Arthur took a few seconds to see his work, seeing Amelia pinned under him like she would be in his dirty and dark dreams. The ones where Amelia would be stripped nude and bound to the white bed by those horrible leather straps; and Arthur would also be nude, but he would be inside of his young nurse.
"Arthur-" Amelia mumbled, but she was cut off when Arthur began to kiss her jaw bone slowly. She tried to move, but Arthur's hold on her was firm too hard for her to fight.
"You said you won't leave me… You said as long as I'm uncured you will be here with me," Arthur said, looking into those flawless sapphire eyes. Arthur continued to kiss Amelia, his tongue darting out and licking the soft honey skin; the taste was amazing and addicting after the first try.
"This is not a treatment, Arthur, how will forcing this on me cure you?" Amelia asked, glaring at Arthur. The mad man pulled away from Amelia's face and looked down at her with a wicked and scary smile, causing Amelia to slightly shiver.
"Amelia, I'm debating if you are just too naive or too stupid to realize the obvious… we are both so very sick and so very mental, both of us need to be thrown into a padded room together so we can just laugh at our illness," Arthur chuckled, leaning closer to Amelia and kissing the girl's bottom lip; slightly biting it and causing a small amount of blood to come forth.
"What are you talking about? I'm not mad!" Amelia barked back, forcing Arthur to frown at his nurse.
"I'm not calling you nor myself mad, poppet, I'm calling us lovers… because that's what we are, right?" Arthur asked, grabbing Amelia's cheeks and forcing her lips to pucker. Amelia's eyes widened and watched in fear as the mad man forced their lips together in a rough and lust filled kiss. Arthur pulled away and let go of Amelia's cheeks, seeing how Amelia had not fought against it. Arthur began to kiss her more passionately, begging for Amelia to give him entrance into her warm mouth.
"I love you, Amelia I love you so much…. That is why I will never leave here…" Arthur said, burrowing his head in the crook of Amelia's neck. Arthur could hear Amelia's pulse, he could hear the blood rushing through her veins, and he could hear Amelia's breathing; and it all belongs to him.
"Arthur…" Amelia said softly before she ran her fingers through Arthur's greasy blond hair. Arthur pushed himself up and looked at Amelia, their eyes meeting in a peaceful and sweet union. This eye lock was not between a patient and a nurse or the insane and sane, it was a union of two close people.
"I'm sorry, Amelia. I don't know what came over me," Arthur said, pushing himself up and off of the bed. Amelia watched in disappointment as Arthur got off the bed and away from her, not even turning around or giving Amelia a chance to speak with eye contact.
"You should go now, please have another nurse come here… I need a shower," Arthur said, looking at the colorless wall.
Amelia gave Arthur a glare before she pulled out her keys and walked over to the showering room, since Arthur's parents paid extra so that Arthur could have his own. Both of his parents were very wealthy from their line of work, so money was never a problem for Arthur or his family. Dr. Beilschmidt complained at his parents for spoiling their son, but they told the doctor that they would not allow their son to have to share a shower with other loons. Life was so cruel for Arthur, why was he special? He would trade his friends and his magic just to make Amelia happy. Maybe that was the key? Maybe all he needed to do was cast a spell on Amelia? Then she would fall in love with him and never want to leave him again. The idea made Arthur smile like a moron, thinking how happy and wonderful his life would be to have Amelia with him. In his bed. Every day.
Arthur turned slightly to see Amelia opening the shower and getting the water started for him, which made Arthur slightly smile. Amelia was such a good person, one that should never have to see such a horrible place like the Mental ward. Arthur turned back to the wall and refused to turn when he heard Amelia start to approach him. Was she mad? No, he had seen Amelia mad before; and it is not a pretty sight.
"Come take your shower," Amelia said softly, too softly. Arthur turned quickly and saw Amelia was near tears, which broke the loon's heart. Arthur took the few steps to the shower room and made sure to keep looking at those sad and beautiful sapphire eyes that he loved so much. He could easily see that Amelia was trying to avoid his stare, but he longed for Amelia to just look at him every minute of every day for the rest of their lives.
The two made it to the small shower and Arthur began to strip himself, slightly showing off his body in a way that Amelia would normally laugh at; but there was no laughter from the nurse. Arthur stepped into the shower and soon felt Amelia's hands scrubbing shampoo into his hair, though she was being softer than normal. The Brit was starting to get mad, and he knew Amelia could tell so easily. Amelia scrubbed harder, her dull nails digging into Arthur's scalp and massaging it thoroughly.
Arthur was still given no words, so he stepped under the warm water and began to wash out the soap in his hair. He swore he heard something as soon as he stepped under the water, but when he opened his eyes to look at Amelia's mouth a rush of soap invaded his emerald eyes. He let out a hiss of pain and stepped out of the shower, covering his eyes and rubbing them.
"Open your eyes, Arthur. We need to wash the soap out," Amelia said, leading Arthur back into the water so he could wash the soap out. Arthur heard that and did exactly as she instructed, opening his eyes under the water and letting it rush in to clean them. Arthur could feel Amelia start to wash his body while he was under the pouring water, and it felt amazing.
If there was something that was always nice, it was Amelia washing every part of his body to make sure he was clean. Arthur had been caught with a few problems, but Amelia was always sweet and never teased the Brit about it. Even now Arthur was forced to deal with the pain of a boner in the most awkward situation he felt like he had ever been in.
"Can we stop? I just want to shave and go to bed," Arthur mumbled, stepping out from the water and turning it off. Amelia grabbed one of the white towels and opened it, though Arthur quickly grabbed it and wrapped it around himself.
"Arthur…" Amelia mumbled to try and get Arthur's attention, and she knew she had it; but Arthur refused to acknowledge the call. Poor Amelia felt so trapped, she felt like she could not speak or think clearly enough to get her emotions through to Arthur. Why was life so hard for both the sane and insane?
"Will you be by tomorrow? Or should I request for a new nurse?" Arthur asked, watching as Amelia pulled out some shaving cream and a razor. Arthur pulled his hair back so that none of the light white cream got into his freshly washed hair.
"I want to stay…" Amelia said softly as she poured some cream into her hand and began to lather Arthur's scruffy blond beard. Arthur looked at Amelia with a surprised look, not expecting his nurse to say such a thing. His friends began to come back slowly, speaking and telling him things that could possibly use for cooing his nurse once more. It hurt to be rejected, but he knew that Amelia belonged with him forever.
"Look at how beautiful you two look!"
"You two belong together!"
"See how happy she is? We can feel it!"
These were the things that Arthur heard from his friends, hearing them chant so softly and sweetly as Amelia worked on his face. Arthur closed his eyes, feeling Amelia run the fine razor over his aging skin. Arthur loved the feeling of Amelia cleaning his face, he loved the feeling of blades so close to ripping his skin. Soon the feeling left and he watched Amelia clean the razor and lock it up, so that Arthur could not get it to kill himself with. He watched Amelia grab a clean washcloth and dampen it, using it to quickly wipe off Arthur's smooth face.
"Do you want to go to bed or eat?" Amelia asked, watching Arthur walk out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist and covering only his vital regions. Amelia exited as well, turning to another cabinet and pulling out fresh white clothes for the patient.
"Something small to eat would be nice, but Dr. Beilschmidt does not want me to leave my room," Arthur said, stopping in front of his bed and dropping his towel. Amelia, who was still facing the cabinet when Arthur just dropped his towel, turned happily to face Arthur's slim nude body. Arthur turned to Amelia, facing the American and smiling softly at her. "But I could wait on a meal," Arthur said, not caring if he was flashing his nurse on purpose. He smiled softly, which made Amelia smile softly as well.
"Arthur, I want… I want to clear this up between us…" Amelia said, coming closer and placing the white clothes on the bed. Arthur smiled, knowing what Amelia wanted to talk about and clear up. He could see the love and emotions boiling in her beautiful eyes. Amelia could not stop herself, standing in front of the nude man and looking at him the eyes.
"Clear up what, love?" Arthur asked sweetly, leaning closer and kissing Amelia's soft lips. The young nurse began to slowly and softly kiss back, their lips dancing together in a soft and innocent kiss. It was short, both slowly pulling away and taking in small breaths as they looked into each others eyes. It was a thick and sweet moment, their bodies subconsciously getting closer and closer to each other.
Soon they were pressed together and became entangled with the body in front of them. Amelia felt Arthur pulling them back so that they were on the white bed, their bodies still rubbing against each other at the awkward movement. Arthur began to kiss her neck softly, taking in her sweet scent of honey and cream.
"Arthur, I… I don't want this to be just some one time thing. I don't want this just to be a need for physical interactions or pleasure, I really…." Amelia cut off, feeling Arthur kissing down her neck slowly. Arthur froze and looked at her, their eyes meeting again.
"I know, neither do I, Amelia. I told you I love you, didn't I?" Arthur said, moving up against his pillows and sitting up in his bed. Amelia slid slightly down, her head resting on top of his pale shoulder. Amelia smiled and lifted her head, their eyes meeting before they leaned closer to each other with puckered lips.
It was a nice kiss between the two, soon they were embracing each other and never wanting to let go. To Arthur, this was the start of a wonderful second chance… To Amelia, this was the start of a wonderful new life for not only herself. The two felt themselves come together in a way that they have never felt before, and it was a perfect moment for the madman and the sweet nurse.
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Please Review and tell me what you think about this! I want to start this as a group of UKUS stories, mainly one shots. I would love to have you all summit ideas, plots, AU's, and kinks that you may want.