Thank you for reading the first chapter of Hetalia Psychiatric Hospital! There is a better description of this story (and what it has set out to accomplish) at the bottom. Nyotalia characters:

Fem!Japan: Kiyoko Honda

Fem!Estonia: Edita von Bock

Fem!Greece: Hespera Karpusi

Fem!Poland: Felicyta Lukasiewicz

Fem!Finland: Tuuli Vainamoinen

Fem!England: Alice Kirkland

Fem!Romano: Lovina Vargas

And anybody else that I haven't foreseen

"Good morning, Ms. Honda. How are you today?" Edita von Bock greeted me with a pleasant smile.

"I-I'm fine. T-thank you for asking, Ms. von Bock. How are you?" I stuttered, still uncomfortable in her presence. I began wringing my fingers as the familiar grip of fear seized at me.

The blonde woman just smiled, not noticing my discomfort I assumed. As she adjusted her glasses she said, "I'm doing well, thank you." She paused to rifle through some papers in her hands, "I understand you voluntarily admitted yourself here after it was recommended by your doctor?" I blushed, giving a curt nod and quickly turning my head away from her out of embarrassment. "What are you here for?" My heart seized. I understand that these doctors like to hear exactly what's effecting their patients from their own mouths... but couldn't she just look at the diagnosis on my medical history chart?

"Anxiety."

She tilted her head, causing her bangs to shift to the side and her ponytail to fall into view, "Would you care to elaborate, Ms. Honda?"

Oh god, this woman is doing this on purpose. I flushed even darker, a lump forming in my throat. How do I explain this? My breathing threatened to become labored. I reminded myself to lock it down and relax. I do this all the time, it seldom works.

"I worry, a lot, and I don't like being around people." There, that's vague enough without revealing enough to feel stupid, right?

Edita nodded, "Thank you, Ms. Honda. I apologize. I just needed to hear you explain it in your own words."

I nodded stiffly, still focused on relaxing. My hands gripped the arms of the chair I was sitting in.

Holy crap she probably thinks I'm a nut case.

No, she doesn't. Well, probably she does. But, even if she did it wouldn't matter. She works in a mental hospital, she is probably super nice and understanding.

Probably.

Stop it. Calm down, now.

"Ms. Honda?"

I snapped my head up to look at her. "I'm s-so sorry. Did you say something?"

Edita von Bock stood, made her way to the door and opened it, gesturing out of it she said, "Come with me. I'll show you to your room. Is that fine?"

Why wouldn't it be? "Y-yes."

Edita walked in a very confident manner, I observed. Her strides were calm and calculated, accompanied by the clacking of her kitten heels on the linoleum tiles. I imagined that the way she walked was similar to the way her mind worked. Ms. Von Bock didn't seem the type to doubt herself or her intellect.

I drew my mind away from the lady leading me toward my surroundings. As the idea of what this collected lady thought of me was beginning to fill my mind with doubts.

The Hetalia Mental Hospice was, despite my earlier fears very pretty and not at all prison like. It was incredibly different from what I originally suspected. In fact, this building gave off a peaceful and calming vibe, one that I much appreciated.

At first I believed the walls to be an off-white. But, upon further inspection I found them to be a pleasantly serene light blue. While I found the wall color pleasing, I did not however, find the never ending hallway we suddenly found ourselves in nice at all.

After a few moments of my growing anxiety she came to a halt in front of a door labeled 31. "This will be your room." Edita said as she turned the knob to open the door. I glanced inside warily and almost breathed a sigh of relief when I found that it was just a normal room. I stepped inside to more closely examine my new living space. The same light blue in the halls adorned the walls. It was very nice even if it was sparsely populated with only a bed and desk. I enjoyed the accents of gold I kept noticing. It was easy to pretend that I would be staying in a hotel. I turned back to the door to find Edita gazing at me thoughtfully. I flushed under her gaze.

"Your attendant will be in shortly to discuss your schedule with you. She will be present often to administer your medication and to make sure you obey the schedule."

She's convinced I'll try to skip group therapy. She isn't wrong. I bowed to her, my short black hair and bangs falling in my face, "Thank you, Ms. von Bock. I will try my best."

"I'm glad to hear it." She said. I expected her to leave after that, but she paused in the doorway. I looked up at her quizzically, "Yes, Ms. von Bock?"

She looked at me startled for a moment. "Oh, yes. I'm sorry. It's just that... may I call you Kiyoko?"

I flushed a deep red, "U-um yes. I suppose if you wanted to I couldn't stop you."

She smiled at me, "Then I'd appreciate it if you called me Edita, Kiyoko." I nodded and just like that, she was gone.

Minutes later my attendant bustled into the room. She kind of just barged in too. Which made me start in surprise. She spoke a mile a minute, I barely caught her name (which was Silvia). She thrust a glass of water and a small plastic cup with a lone pill into my hands and demanded I take it. I quickly complied, slightly afraid of this assertive person. After a completely one-sided chat with Silvia I decided she wasn't all that bad. She spoke enough so that I didn't have to and while she still made me uncomfortable I found her meaningless small talk to be non-threatening and easy to handle.

Silvia told me that I shouldn't expect dramatic results with the medication right away. That I had to build it up in my system before I would notice a change. She said this could take a month or longer. After that she dragged me to my first therapy session.

My first group therapy session.

I blanched, "N-no." I stated.

Silvia turned to me and blinked, surprised at my outburst. I had been silent and compliant up until now, I guess she wasn't expecting me to deviate from my previous behavior. I gave her a defiant look.

She then proceeded to guilt me into going with her. Needless to say I didn't hold up long. I may be uncomfortable around people, but my weakness happens to be making others happy. As she dragged me towards my impending doom all I could think was, What kind of messed up hospital is this?!

Then I realized that I was in the psych ward and my question was redundant.

I stared at the door with obvious distaste, I could hear shouts and a general ruckus coming from the room that lie behind it. I looked back toward Silvia with a pleading expression. She just rolled her eyes, opened the door and ushered me inside, quickly closing it behind me.

As soon as I entered the room went silent. I shrunk back toward the door, my only means of escape, eyeing my surroundings with trepidation. There were fifteen chairs all arranged in a circle. Fourteen were occupied, their occupants all staring at me.

Oh god, why me?

I bowed my head, face flushed and breathing heavy, I scurried toward the only empty seat.

I heard someone clear his throat, "Well, now that everyone is here. How about we go around the room and introduce ourselves?"

With my head still angled toward the ground I looked up at the speaker through my bangs. He was very handsome and his accent was very French. Unmistakably French, actually. He ran his fingers through his blond hair, which was gorgeous and long, his blue eyes zeroing on me. "Hello, would you care to go first, mon chou?"

Uh what did he just call me? And no. No, I would not. I kept my head down and shook it vigorously, my shame only increasing.

Oh man, now they're all going to think I'm super weird. I should've just gone.

But, I had no idea what to say! The words were just gone.

I hate this. This is what I call torture.

I struggled to pay attention. I wouldn't want to be disrespectful of the person speaking so I did my best to curb my anxiety and look up at the people surrounding me. I turned my attention to the person currently speaking, who was a woman dressed stylishly. She introduced herself as Felicyta Lukasiewicz. She was incredibly flamboyant and seemed excited that she was allowed to go first. I listened patiently, glad everyone was paying attention to her, rather to me.

While I was listening intently, the sound of a daintily quiet snore startled me and I whipped my head to the side. Sitting next to me on the right side was a sleeping woman. I furrowed my brow and looked around the room, hoping a solution would appear. Should I let her sleep or wake her up?

I found my answer when my gaze landed on the therapist who had previously introduced himself as Francis Bonnefoy. He happened to glance at me and noticed my plight. He mouthed to me, "Will you wake her up?" I gave a curt nod and turned back toward the sleeping woman. I steeled myself and gently shook her shoulder.

She didn't respond.

I shook her shoulder a little harder.

Again, no response.

Crap. What do I do.

I looked back to Francis for help, but his attention was focused on another patient. This time it was a cheerful man with a bright smile. He said his name was Antonio.

I continued to stare at Francis with varying degrees of intensity, hoping he would notice and give me further instruction. He didn't.

I almost groaned. You've got to be kidding me!

Okay, focus. What's the best way to wake her up without being noticed?

My gaze fell to her long brown hair, which was all gathered to the side and draped over her left shoulder. Which happened to be the side I was sitting on. Without giving myself time to wimp out I reached out, grabbed a strand of her hair and pulled on it.

One can never underestimate the pain of hair being pulled out. Especially if you did it right. Small clumps are best as they produce the most pain, but if you go too small, like for instance a single strand, it could go unnoticed. On the other hand, if you pull too much hair it won't hurt bad enough. It's all about balance.

The woman immediately jumped in her seat, a wild look in her eyes. After her initial shock she mellowed considerably, her movements becoming sluggish as she rubbed her head. She turned to me after a couple of moments, as if just remembering what side the pain had come from. She gazed at me, her green eyes half-lidded like she was exhausted.

"I'm sorry." I whispered to her quietly. Oh man, this is awful. I ruined this lady's nap, she must be so upset.

I watched as she opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off my Francis, "Hespera! So, glad you're awake. Would you care to share?"

I caught a flash of annoyance in her eyes as she turned toward him she gave a brief pause and spoke, "Not particularly, no." I was surprised at the venom in her voice. I certainly wasn't expecting it, she seemed level-headed.

Francis smiled at her, "Hmm, that's too bad. It's your turn. Please, introduce yourself."

She grumbled something under her breath irritably and opened her mouth to speak. But, she was cut off again by a snicker from across the room. I turned to find a sinister seeming man. His tan skin was a stark contrast to the white mask he wore. Wait, what? A mask?

Hespera left another pause before she retaliated, "Shut up. If you have a comment, Sadiq, keep it to yourself." She all but growled.

Sadiq crossed his arms and gave her a smug grin, "I didn't say anything. Therefore, I didn't comment."

There was another pause, which I finally realized wasn't deliberate. Hespera was thinking about what she was going to say. I observed her thoughtfully, her comments didn't seem very thoroughly thought through. In fact they all sounded very rash when she spoke. How peculiar.

"You snickering bastard." She bit out, her anger increasing.

"Oh, you wanna go? Bring it on Hespera!" He jumped from his seat and all hell broke loose.

In a flash the man sitting to my left, who was previously bouncing his legs like he was about to explode from excitement, leapt to his feet exclaiming, "Don't worry, Francis. The Hero will stop them!"

After his declaration a new voice entered the ongoing verbal battle between Sadiq and Hespera. It was a woman's, she was telling the "hero" to shut up and that he was a bloody git. But, her words were quickly drowned out by everyone in the room bursting into shouts and threats. One woman picked up her metal folding chair and threw it at the wall.

My eyes darted around the room as I took in the chaos. It was terrifying. People were throwing punches and screaming. There was a girl in the corner with her hands over her ears rocking. There was a boy that hadn't joined in at all, like myself, he was just sitting there watching with an indifferent expression, unlike me. The woman with the folding chair had another one (or was it the same one?) and was repeatedly slamming it into the wall. Francis was struggling to break up some of the fights, but it seemed to be in vain.

Seconds later men in white coats rushed into the room. They tackled and subdued the worst of them. Like the chair lady and the people in fist fights.

I didn't notice Silvia when she rushed into the room and grabbed my arm. I turned to her with terror in my eyes. She just gave me a reassuring smile and lead me back to my room.

When we returned I realized it was bed time. Silvia set me on the bed and left the room, returning with something to knock me out. She said something about being really sorry about my first day. It turns out that I was put in the difficult group. I just nodded, with the artificial physical exhaustion setting in, it was getting hard to focus. Silvia noticed and left me to sleep.

I was thankful I didn't have time to think about the day's events before sleep consumed me.

Ah, man. I really hope this didn't freak anybody out. I plan on making this a little more light hearted. Or at least I'd like to try. I recently found out that I've got some pretty severe mental problems. It was kind of a super horrible realization, but also nice. If that makes sense. It was horrible being told that the way I think isn't normal. But, at the same time it felt like a weight was being lifted off my shoulders, because things are hard for me for a reason. It's not just in my head.

I think a lot of people are disturbed by mental disorders. Personally, I think it makes some of us a little more human. We all have faults, you know?

So I got to thinking that a lot of characters in Hetalia definitely pass for having mental disorders and that it might be fun to do an AU. The setting is actually inspired by an episode of Psych (Shawn, Interrupted) and I plan to talk about a lot of characters, not just Fem!Japan (who has generalized anxiety disorder and avoidant personality disorder).

Note: I'm no expert by any means. This fic will probably not be entirely accurate. I will try my best to display their situation and disorders as respectfully, as correctly, and as positively as possible.

I'll tell you what each character has when they are explained more in depth.

Another note: Some characters will seem OOC. This because I have given them the symptoms for their disorder. Some characters may have a disorder that makes no sense. I'm so sorry if this bugs anyone. But, it's probably because I couldn't find one that I felt fit and just chose one closest to it.

I hope that this isn't offensive to anybody. Mostly because I'm writing this for myself as a therapeutic outlet and that would suck and I'd feel awful.

Thanks again for reading.

-FRA