In this fic, there will probably be an equal number of canon having roles as patients, ward and facility staff as well as "normal people."

The Netherlands' name in this chapter is Lars and an OC of Faroe Islands is Anina Sinclair.

I do NOT own Hetalia.

Anina looked over to the door keeping her here, a room almost identical to others in the facility. They knew to send women in and only women, since they learned by now any interaction with males could result in…disastrous consequences, as they liked to put it. She chuckled silently and stood up, going over to the small window built into the door. She breathed on it boredly before freezing as a male doctor walked past, stopping in front of her door unknowingly to adjust something on their person. Her body went rigid as her eye gazed upon him.

Male. A male in front of her door. Her door. Her mouth parted slightly in a frozen horror as her hands formed themselves into tight fists at her sides. He had to go. She urged him quietly as he took what seemed centuries to fix whatever stupid thing he was fixing. Mere seconds passed before her face contorted into rage. He was doing it on purpose. She scowled as he turned slightly in her direction. She braced her hands on the door before bringing her mouth close to the glass and releasing an enraged scream. When the doctor looked at her, looking more distraught than anything, she snarled and sent him a glare of pure hatred. Nothing on a personal level, of course, but on the level of hatred for his genetics and what he was apart of. The male race. She gnashed her teeth at the glass, fogging it and letting loose a string of profanities and curses toward the doctor and all men.

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"Didja hear? Sinclair made that Toris doc piss 'imself!"

"She's so fucking screwed if she keeps doing that, ya know."

"Don't tell me, screaming rape?"

"That was so awesome! Kesesesese~"

"What I wouldn't do to have 'er screaming for me…"

"You're so sick!"

She could hear them all talking about her, obviously. She was the only redheaded Sinclair there. And one of the only females with a recent outburst. She was allowed to come out into the recreation room with the other patients after they had managed to calm her down enough to inject her medicine into her. It made her tired and everything seem slower and dumber. But she still could observe the others while they took part in their own conversations and activities. It was easier looking at the males this way, since none of them would look back expectedly.

Her gaze was fixed on the harsh, rough German speakers. Three, but one preferred to speak Dutch most of the time. The blonde with the slicked back hair dealt out cards while the albino cackled and made jokes at the others' expense. The third had a small scar over his right brow and brown hair he liked to spike up. They all reeked of testosterone to her. She stared at them until the one who liked to speak Dutch glanced over to her, smirking slightly. She averted her gaze to stare at her socked feet and there came a rumble of laughter from their direction. She tightened her grip on the chair's arms.

She turned her attention toward another table, this one having the platinum haired siblings of the ward playing chess. Anina watched Natalia, the sister's, hands daintily grip the king and declare a checkmate, earning an amused chuckle from her brother, Ivan. Natalia made no move to show emotion. Anina felt a tint hint of a smile tug at her own face as Natalia spoke quietly and plainly, making her brother shiver in slight fear.

After a few more seconds of watching and she averted her attention to the television. A nature show was on, a special about courting rituals between animals. She sighed and propped her head up on her knee. It seemed everyone was crazy around here about sex. Sex was everything and sex was nothing. It meant everything to the men, it seemed. She had heard groans of pleasure from the men's bathroom through the thin, tiled walls. Disgusting. She never did things like that. It was a male thing.

She shut her eyes for a second to rest them just as a male penguin approached a female on the screen.

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"Damn, guys, just look at 'er."

The albino German and the blonde followed the spiked haired Dutchman's gaze to the fiery redhead.

"What about 'er?" the albino raised an almost nonexistent eyebrow. "You hard for her or somethin', Lars?"

"No…just…jeez, Gilbert. She doesn't belong here."

"I think she does if she's here," the blonde with slicked back hair commented.

"I didn't ask you, Ludwig."

"Either way, it's the truth."

Lars growled. "So? What if it's a mistake or something? What if she's just—"

"Probably as crazy as we are, man. I mean, you know she made a doctor piss himself out of fear and she was cursing and practically foaming at the mouth at 'im. What more proof do you need?"

Lars went silent and they continued their game for a few more minutes before he stood up.

"I'm…gonna talk to her."

"No man, don't—"

He was already halfway to the chair she sat in.

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She didn't wake up because the medicine wore off. Oh no, she was till feeling like there was molasses in her veins. She woke up because she couldn't hear her background noise. And there was a very male presence around her. Sluggishly, she rolled her head to the side, eyelids fluttering open to meet the face of the Dutch speaking brunette. Her mouth opened in shock and she quickly snapped her head away. Her movement caused so much force, her body came tumbling out of the chair.

"Are you alright?"

He offered a hand to her, but she ignored it as she groaned and pulled herself up and back into the chair.

"Okay now?" he asked.

She shook her head, averting her eyes to the floor.

"What's wrong?"

"Y-you're too close…" Her voice was slightly shaky as she repliedand she cursed herself for it.

"Er…sorry?"

"Get away, please."

"If this is about waking you up, I'm sorry, I just—"

"Get. Away please."

She wrapped her arms tighter around herself, trying to ignore all the testosterone in the space around her. It was almost enough to make her choke. She peeked up again, but he was only standing there, looking at her. She squeezed her eyes shut, almost groaning at the effort. The medicine was still there.

A hand placed itself on her shoulder. She could feel the fingers to be big and square tipped, undeniably male. A huge shudder went through her body as she recoiled from the touch.

"Please get away," she croaked. "I'm tired and I would like to just sleep…" Or I'll snap your neck if you keep touching me, she would have liked to add.

"Oh, alright." He removed his hand and immediate relief flooded her body. "I'll just…see you later then?"

Anina gave a slight nod and lolled to a space between her knees, trying to clam her heart, as he walked back to his table.

Quiet now… Just sleep and scrub off the Y chromosomes and the filth later… she told herself as her eyes remained shut. Shh…