N/A: Okay, so technically a little fruk rp me and endlesshetalia. deviantart. com did based on this (vergiss-uns-nicht. tumblr (.) com /post/24844948154/a-sad-story) . and we did story format and we're not done yet, just the first part done. I formatted it a bit, and this is a draft. my words are in italics and his are normal. I know some of the stuff in it will be inaccurate but bear with us? ^^; I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: We do not own any of these characters, they all rightfully belong to himaruya.

Arthur sat in the plain little room and stared up at the clock with unblinking eyes rimmed with dark circles. The ticking was so annoying and he was trying to work out how to reach it and take it down. He shouldn't be here, he thinks, he isn't crazy. He had to shoot those people, the faeries said so and they were always right.

He walked around the corner, trying to not to look into any of the rooms that had their door open, avoiding any eye contact with people in the hallway. Finally, he reached a door at the far end of the corridor, the number on the door was now a rusty looking gold. He looked at his chart to make sure it was the right one before knocking with a "Pardon me." Entering the room, he looked around and saw that there was only a simple bed and drawer with a desk and chair in it, nothing else. Sitting in a corner curled up in a ball was the patient he was assigned. "Arthur Kirkland" it says on the chart. And looking at the descriptions, it sound about right. He went over to the bed, be cautious as to not scare the patient and extended a hand. "Good afternoon Mr. Kirkland, I am Doctor Francis Bonnefoy, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Ugh, I wouldn't shake your hand if you were the last wine-drinking frog on Earth, now let me out Beardo." Arthur had no patience for this man, he wanted out, this entire room was driving him mad. It was so plain that its entire atmosphere was oppressive and intimidating, it reeked of illness and the screams from other rooms made his teeth clenched in fright. Arthur stands and eyes the door, wondering if it was left unlocked when this man came him. Doctor, ha, he didn't need a damn doctor. He was not insane. He didn't even know why he was here at all.

Usually he would have retorted to such a nasty remark like that, but seeing as how he was dealing with a mental patient, a seemingly dangerous one according to the paper he was given, he wasn't going to risk anything. "Ah yes, you'll be able to get out when things are better. We're only trying to do what's best for you mr. kirkland. and it would really help if you'll cooperate and answer the questions i'm about to ask you." He waited for a response, watching the movements and the flicker of the other's eye carefully. The man was pale and thin, with dark, baggy eyes that told him he hasn't been able to sleep much or at all since he was admitted into the hospital. His light, blonde hair was a mess of bed hair as those liquidy green eyes looked back at his own blue orbs with a look of distrust.

Arthur stares, his lower lip trembling slightly, he feels so trapped and helpless, a feeling he was neither accustomed to or fond of. "Ask what you want, just let me go soon." His eyes dart to the door again and back. He doesn't like this man once bit. The fake politeness, the forced smile. Fake fake fake...Arthur looks away.

"Thank you," he said back, the atmosphere between them cold and distrustful. But what would you expect in a situation like this? Especially with the condition of this particular patient. "The first question is, how long have you been able to see these "Friends" of yours?" He waited for an answer, filling in some needed information in other boxes as he waited. But he never broke eye contact with the brit, not because it was part of his job, but because there was something about those green orbs that was too deep to understand. But in his profession, it was hard to not to.

"..." Arthur stays silent for a long time, listening to that infernal ticking of the clock. He knows that this man, with his silly long hair and his sharp blue eyes was only trying to trick him. "As long as I can remember." He turns his head up slowly to look at the Frenchmen. "Everyone thinks I'm crazy." He states. "You think I'm crazy too..." Arthur's voice is almost sing song but the next words are sharp as he points an accusing finger. "Don't you?"

He cocked his head, scribbling something down onto the paper, "I'm only doing my job mr. kirkland, whether I think so or not is confidential. Right now this is about you, if you wish to discuss a different subject, you can come to my office during appropriate hours."

"How can I do that when they won't let me leave my room? Not even for dinner! Just because I threw one lousy tray at one lousy orderly head..." He mutters, though this is Arthur's second day it feels like an eternity. "You-..." He pauses and gets up, going to the window and pressing a hand against the glass, suddenly the Brit smiles and then lets out a giggle, suddenly looking 10 years younger.

He cocked an eyebrow at the brit, watching what he'll do next to make sure if he'll have to call in backup or not. "I can write you a note for an appointment. again mr. kirkland, this is about YOU, nothing else."

Arthur ignores the doctor, he continues to laugh and then gets a thunderous look. "Does this window open?" He eyes the window up and down, then stares back out of it.

He had a weird feeling in the pits of his stomach, it was something in arthur's eyes that told him he better choose his words wisely. "No, it does not. why don't you sit down and we can continue our discussion?"

"But..." Arthur looks like he might cry as he stares at something beyond the glass. Sighing he sits back down on the bed and curls into a ball. "I hate you cheeky monkey."

"Thank you," he said, sighing with relief. "our next question is, have you ever put yourself or others in danger because of your "friends"?"

"Stop saying 'friends' in such a condescending tone." Arthur scowls at him, his thick eyebrows almost meeting in the middle. To be honest, he's glad of the company, nobody wants to be alone. "I...well yes, I mean...I had to, I had to shoot them, they were going to bring about the apocalypse if they stayed alive." Arthur begins to rock back and forth. "They were bad people, so I had to, the faeries said so, they're always right, always."

"and what makes you believe they're always right?"

Arthur grinds his teeth. "How do you know an apple will always hit the ground if you drop it? Because its obvious, its been proven, its the normal thing to do, its science."

"but that's science, science has not proven these things to be true. If it was the norm, would you be in here mr. kirkland? I'm asking why you believe they are true," he said, gritting to hold back any remarks he wanted to make.

"I'm in here because idiots like you aren't pure enough to see them!" Arthur yells. "Now open the bloody window so Flying Mint Bunny can get in!" He stands up and grabs the spare chair, using it like a bat he swings it at the window, which cracks but does not shatters, he prepares to try again.

He jumped up to catch the chair and wrestle it out of the brit's hands. Once he set it down onto the floor, he went to pull the man back from the window, in case he was planning to throw himself out of it, making sure to press a button in his lab coat that would call for the nurses to come and help him. "Mr. kirkland! please calm down, there is no need for such violence!"

Arthur thrashes hard in the surprisingly strong grip of the Frenchmen, howling in indignation when he is pinned to the bed and the nurse rushes in, asking if a tranquiliser needs to be used. "Nooo! No you can't! You have to let him in! He needs me! He needs me! Bad things will get him! Please! You have to believe me! Francis please!"

He stood back and looked at the struggling man and shook his head grimly, "please don't try to fight this mr. kirkland," he said. letting the nurses do their job, he scribbled something down onto a piece of paper and left it near on the drawer, going over to the window to inspect the cracks. It wasn't that badly damaged but he'll have to have them replace it with something safer. suddenly, something green flashed in one of the cracks and when he blinked it was gone. he rubbed his eyes, looking at it again but there was nothing there. so he unhinge the window a little and opened it to look outside, a little breeze blowing in but nothing else. it was probably only his imagination, and with that, he closed and lock the window. With a final nod, he bid them goodbye for the afternoon and left.

Arthur screamed at the Frenchman's retreating back, a high-pitched blood curdling scream that chills the blood of the nurse as she injects him with the tranquiliser. In the break room, Doctor Belischmit is reading through his files, having to deal with the ditzy Italian patient who was clearly not 'all there' and most likely never would be, he gives Francis a quizzical look. "You look vorn out. Did you visit your new case?"

He nodded, taking a chair across from his colleague. "Oui, and he's quite the guy," he answered. he pulled at the tie around his neck, loosening it up as he take the cup of coffee that was handed to him. "Merci." to be honest, arthur wasn't that bad of a guy when he was calm, but it was a definite that he needed help. Help from something, and he'll be the one to find out what.

"Und what do you mean by that?" Ludwig put down his files, the Italian seemed to defy gravity sometimes and today had been one of them, he still bared the bruise of the Italian leaping at him in joy - actual joy!

"he's...how do i explain him? I guess the word some would use for him would be 'insane' if you've seen him in action but he is like a bucket of mystery, crazy, british mystery," he said, taking a sip of the dark liquid. "and how have you been with your patient?"

"Having observed him all day I still am no closer to understanding him. But it's three so he's sleeping now." Ludwig tried not to sigh, he noticed a strange faraway look on his friend's face. "You can't get too attached to him you know." The German knows better than anyone how hard but how necessary that is, his own brother had been committed here and died, it was how he and the Frenchmen had become close. It was also the worst day of the Germans life, seeing his own brother slowly unwind.

He nodded, not meeting the german's eyes, knowing exactly what he had meant. Ludwig had lost his brother, he had lost one of his best friends. "I'm not getting attached to him, i already know it's not healthy for such a thing. but maybe it's still early enough to save him don't you think?"

"Ja, anything possible. I already have medication designed to get rid of his illusions stocked in your office. It's up to you to tell him he'll be taking them." Ludwigs stands up and gathers his files. "I know you vill do vhat is best for him..." He leaves on that sensitive note.

He nodded and waited until the man had left and slumped onto his chair, running his fingers through his hair. it'll be hard to convince anyone of that nature to take the medication but maybe with some bonding it will help. just as long as he doesn't let that bond grow too much.

Arthur twitches at every sound, huddled under his covers he shivers. He hates the dark, hates it and there is no light here, not in his room, just a tiny little speckle under the door from the corridor outside. It gets dark too early here, and the sound of footsteps sets him on edge.

Francis sat at his office table, tapping away at the computer like usual. He got off of work at 8 for today and it was 7:30 right now. As he work, his thoughts kept on crawling back to the british man, wondering if he had noticed the slip he had placed in the drawer. Of course he didn't expect him to come to him right away but...there was an unsettling feeling in his stomach.

Arthur sat up, he knew that giggle. The covers crawl off his head a furry face peeks at him. "Flying Mint Bunny! B-but how?" He hugs the little green creature to him in joy. "I'll always find a way to you Arthur~" Arthur dances around the room with his friends until something catches his eye. He picks up the slip of paper. "Meet me in my office later - Doctor Bonnefoy'. Arthur held the note up for inspection by the bunny. "I say go meet him~" Arthur nods and rings the bell beside the door. An orderly comes and is shown the note, being let out she escorts him to Francis's office. When he is allowed in, the patient scans the room briefly and then sits, looking happier and calmer than he did before and stroking the air a few inches above his lap. "Hello doctor."

He looked up from his work, jumping from the sudden and silent appearance of the brit. "how did you..." then he noticed the hand that was stroking the air, as if he was stroking some sort of animal. He gave it a thoughtful look, noting it in the back of his mind, before greeting the man properly. "good evening mr. kirkland. I see you've found my note."

"Please, call me Arthur." The Brit smirks, a wicked little glow in his eyes for a moment. "I thought we were friends~" He chuckles and and tickles the air with a finger in the same manner as before, giving a short chuckle.

He laid the papers he had in his hand down onto the table, facing the man with a little smirk on his face. He leaned forward on his desk, looking arthur in the eyes once more. "didn't seem so this afternoon. why the sudden change in character?" This was unprofessional of him, but it was beyond office hour right now, office hours ended at 6.

"I'm happy." Arthur says and says no more, looking up from his lap at Francis and feeling a little taken aback at the spark in the Frenchman's eyes. He looks away with a blush. "No I most certainly do not, oh shush what do you know?" He giggles.

"what I know is, Arthur, is that you have a lot to say. Since you as so much took out time to come visit me, why don't we have a little private chat and find out what?" he said, leaning back into his chair.

"Huh? I wasn't talking to you beardy-weirdy." Arthur scowls again. "I have nothing to say, I just want to go home I..." He looks down and lowers his voice. "I can't be here, I have a son at home, he needs me..."

"You have a family?"

"Almost, just a son, I adopted him as a baby..." Arthur smiles fondly at his feet, but the smile is short lived. "He's only 8, he needs me still."

"don't you have a partner to take care of him? or any relatives?" he asked, this reminding him of his own son that was at the same age as the mentioned child. He didn't like to leave him alone at home when he had to go to work, even if he had a nanny to take care of him, especially since his wife had passed away a few years ago.

"I have servants, but I would rather be at home. I hope my friends take care of him." Arthur looks up through his eyelashes, smiling softly. "Do you think I'm crazy, Frog?"

"servants?" he gave the british a quizzical look. he couldn't say that it was a completely strange idea, but it wasn't exactly the usual thing. and there it was, the question that he was always asked by so many other patients. "depends on what you mean by 'crazy'."

"That's right, I'm quite wealthy I'll have you know." Arthur stops all together when that question is asked. He stops talking, stops blinking, stops moving, stops breathing. Then all at once lets his breathe out and becomes animated again. "Mentally unsound and unfit for society."

"And would you say you've done anything to fit that definition?"

"No." Arthur says sharply. "I'm a good man, I care for my kid, fight in my army when needed, pay my bills on time and take action when I must in order to keep my son safe."

"But there must be a man of a different nature behind that good citizen mask of yours isn't there? for you to be in here, there must be a reason why. Besides the fact that you go around gunning down innocent people, " he said, leaning into one hand and waited patiently for an answer.

"They were not innocent!" Arthur fumes, slamming his hands down on the Frenchman's desk. "Two of them had, when younger, broken in to an old woman's home and frightened her so badly that she dies of a heart attack, one was smuggling counterfeit products, and the other was a twice convicted rapist fresh out of prison on a bail he wouldn't have had if his wife wasn't banging the judge. How do I know all this? The faeries told me." Arthur folds his arms and nods, looking smug. "Look it up, I know I'm right!"

He gave arthur a look of disbeliefs, "and you're basing all of this on fairies?"

Arthurs smug look falters. "Look it up, go on, I bet you have information on that in that computer of yours, go on Frog-face."

"I'll prefer it if you will so kindly be more pleasant with that mouth of yours," he retorted, holding back the urge to call him "rosbif" in turn. He turned on his computer again, waiting for the screen to show up with the desktop as the machine kick itself into gears.

"I'd prefer it if you didn't have that ridiculous accent, but there you go." Arthur starts to pace anxiously, occasionally muttering to something or someone or maybe just himself.

"foul mouth I see. My accent is perfectly fine," he mumbled defensively. Once the machine was ready to be of use, he googled everything on the cases that the man had told him about. After going through several pages, he turned away from the computer. "Arthur..."

"Yes?" The man looks overly hopeful, as if he is doubting what he said in his desperation to be believed.

"There's nothing there..."

"Th-thats impossible!" Arthur dives behind the desk and shoved the doctor out of the way, anxiously bringing up the names of his victims and trying it out for himself. "My God they've taken the internet!" Arthur backs up and starts to shake violently against the wall.

He landed on the floor with an "oof!" as he was pushed aside. He looked up at the man and a cold sensation swirled around in his stomach. this wasn't good. he got up slowly, edging towards the man, preparing to jump at him if he decides to act like the way he did this afternoon, "arthur, calm down, nobody has taken over the internet."

Arthur looks up at Francis with the expression of a frightened child, his eyes stare out without really seeing as he stands gripped by some intense fear of nothing. Then a single tear leaks down from his face, only to be crushed by the fabric of the doctor's coat as he unprofessionally pulls the zombified Brit into a hug, cradling his back and head, stroking his short messy hair and cooing into his ear.

He didn't mean to do that, he really didn't, his body move to do only what it thought was right. There was no use in getting close to a patient like that, he knew better to do that. It was his job to stop himself, but as he cooed comforting words into the ear of the whimpering brit, all of that was abandoned.

Suddenly, he becomes animated and holds on to Francis, gripping the back of the man's jacket and sobbing into his shoulder. "I'm so scared Francis! I'm so scared!"

"Don't be scared Angleterre, I'm right here, everything will be just fine. Nothing can hurt you, you'll get better, don't worry, nothing will hurt you, I promise," he whispered softly into his ears, carefully planting a kiss onto his forehead.