Hi there guys! This is my very first Fanfic! Be nice coz I don't want flames (I'll just use it to toast my marshmallows and warm Mr. Russia up with it :D )
Big thanks to VintageLove for helping me with the editing! :D
Also do note I'm not a professional psychiatrist, not even close XD
But I do hope you guys enjoy it anyway! and please feel free to tell me if you see any spelling mistakes or missing commas and such that me and VintageLove missed.
Disclaimer!: I do not own Hetalia, they belong to the almighty and awesome Hidekaz Himaruya! I only own the OCs and the plot.
Over viewing her patient's file, she looked over to the blonde haired 'bombshell' as a typical American would have said. Seeing him admire himself in the mirror, even blow kissing into it murmuring in French which she phantom it to be sweet talking to himself, she turned to her laptop.
'Are you sure about this sir?'
The man in the laptop didn't answer but took another sip at his wine. 'Oui! You are our only hope in curing him, I am at my wit's end! ' she had the urge to frown but decided not to insult the important man any further.
'As you wish, sir I will try with the best of my ability,'
The man smiled pleasantly 'Ma bien-aimee nation is in your hands mademoiselle so I expect the best,' the video call ended as she rubbed the back of her head in silent frustration. She glanced at her client as he flirted with the secretary of the building; she supposed she might understand why the psychiatrists before her would have given into the temptation of sleeping with the client. She shook her head at the thought. But did they really think it was worth it? She took the file with her, gracefully she opened the door and strode out into the foyer.
'Mr. Bonnefoy?'
His blue eyes darted from the flustered secretary to her. His grin widen and flipped his silky blond hair from his face as he allowed himself to gaze from her black heels, pass her short black skirt, white blouse before stopping at her passive face, her dark messy bun hairdo complimented her small frame.
'Yes and who might you be, moi belle?' To his disappointment, she seem unaffected by his charm but at least she was polite enough to introduce herself. 'I am Dr. Adele Li and if you will sir, please step this way,' She turned, not noticing the playful glint in his blue eyes. This. He thought slyly eyeing her from behind. Is going to be so much fun. Hohohohohohohon…
...
Not far away, another situation had arisen. She resisted the urge to face palm at her client's behavior. She was at her wit's end. She definitely needed another opinion on this sensitive case. She didn't want any trouble from the Queen or the Prime Minister just because she couldn't help the personification of England!
Why didn't I move to Russia instead? She thought as she watched him arguing at the empty chair, a plan she devised with him a week before on coping with stress. Unfortunately it was to no avail. His anger was getting much worse. At one point he even took it out on her before apologizing profusely, she sighed at that memory, fixing her chocolate brown ponytail before writing in her pad about his progress.
An odd noise caused her to look up 'Mr. Kirkland!' she cried in shock as he was attempting to strangle the chair. He stopped panting. Face still red from the adrenaline, 'S-sorry l-love m-maybe I got a b-bit carried away…' She wrote down what happened in her pad. 'Please have a seat, Mr. Kirkland.' she stated, hoping her frustration hadn't slipped into her voice. 'Dr. Blackwood, I don't think this is working…' he said rubbing the bridge of his nose. 'I think so too Mr. Kirkland, perhaps we should continue this after a break?' he nodded before pouring himself tea that his lovely psychiatrist had provided every time he came for one of his long sessions with her. Excusing herself, she entered her other office where she slumped into her chair. She held her head in her hands as she thought who was most likely appropriate to approach.
She sat straight up as the name entered into her mind. She sighed in some relief as she looked at her file again for the umpteenth time. Arthur Kirkland, the hardest case she had so far, not that there was many before, considering that she was new in her profession. She sighed, hand reaching for the drawer. No! She scowled at herself, not while I'm on the job. Logging on to her computer, she inquired her possible 'savior' about meeting up after work for professional advice. She grinned to herself after hitting the sent button.
'Dr. Blackwood?'
She turned to the secretary who poked her head through the door 'I believe your client, Mr. Kirkland is talking to his 'friends' at the foyer again…' She sighed. Getting up from her comfy chair.
'I'll be right over, Megan.'
...
Dr. Li was not amused. She inwardly sighed. Francis Bonnefoy, her new client was in many ways in one trying to 'Get in her pants'. 'Moi belle, what is it like? Falling from heaven?' Francis cooed taking her hand into his. 'It was hell,' she removed her hand as he flinched, 'from what I understand Mr. Bonnefoy, I am here to help cure you, not help encourage your problem,' he laughed, crossing his legs. 'Please call me Francis, Doctor.' Dr. Li barely blinked as she turned the page on her file. 'Mr. Bonnefoy, I may be helping you but as instructed we may not be associated at such personal terms.' Francis sighed. 'you're just like that Angelletre…' her ears perked. This was interesting.
'Britain?'
She noted as Francis smiled, twirling his blonde locks in his fingers. 'That stuck up, pompous, deviously handsome Angelletre… ' He sighed. Dr. Li noted it down as Francis nearly jumped out of his seat, 'I m-mean he is such a terrible cook moi belle! If he offers you a scone do not take it if you value you're life! And then he…' Dr. Li took notes down as he carried on about all sorts of things. Why did they never notice this? She thought as she circled around Britain's name. The previous psychiatrists never mention him as a sensitive topic? Maybe they were busy sleeping with their bi-sexual client. She frowned slightly.
She looked up as he stopped talking. 'Yes, Mr. Bonnefoy?' she asked. 'Well I've realized that I know nothing about you?' He sat back up before leaning on the table, 'So do tell.' He flashed his pearly white teeth at her as she closed her notepad. 'We are not here to discuss about me Mr. Bonnefoy,' Glancing at the wall clock. She couldn't help but smile, surprising her client, 'but it seems we are out of time, we shall continue this in another time.'
Leaving her seat, she opened the door for him. 'Would you care to join me for dinner?' Francis sweetly smiled, reaching his hand out to his seemingly cold-hearted psychiatrist. She gestured the way out, 'Goodbye Mr. Bonnefoy.' He pouted even after she closed the door on his face. 'Hmm…' was all she muttered as she held her hands in her head. Looking up, she pushed her chair to her computer where she checked her mail. 'Huh, it seems Kathy needs my help…' glancing at the time, she nodded to herself before grabbing her new client's file 'good because I need another opinion as well.'
So what did you think of it?
Oh and before I forget here are the translations in French (I used Google translate so if its wrong, I do apologise! I've never learned French, even though I wished I did... D: )
Ma bien-aimee = My beloved
Angelletre = Britain/England (For those that did not know, like me XD Thanks again VintageLove!)
Hope you enjoyed it!
CommandoCherry signing off! :D
