Hai hai everybody! :D My name is Sohee, and im gunna right a storeh about America and England :3 They are gunna use their real names, like Arthur and Alfred, just to let you knows~ Anyways, this is my first story and I was told by mah friends that I should post it on this site :3 Nao, EVERY Yaoi lover is my friend! ^^ Anyways, I hope you enjoy, and tell me if there is anything wrong or if you have an idea. I have many chapters written, and I might add tah idea somewhere along the storeh line or just make a random chapter xD Italics are Arthur's thoughts, but I bet you would know if you read the story..Hahaha :P Btw, I do NOT own Hetalia...but I wish QQ

I was about to leave class when my teacher, Mr. Wang, called me back.

"Arthur!" he yelled. "Please come here, I would like to discuss something with you."

Slowly, I returned back to where he was. I was worried, but curious as to what he wanted to discuss.

"Yes, Mr. Wang?" I asked.

"Well, you know how you wanted to be a psychologist?"

"….Yes."

"Well, I found someone that would like to take you as an apprentice. He works at Axis Powers, the Mental Institution down the road from here. You wanted to work over there, right aru?" Mr. Wang asked, smiling.

"Yes, sir! Can I really work over there?" I asked, full of shock but nonetheless happy.

"Of course! I'll call them and tell them you're on your way. You should leave right now aru."

"Thank you so much!" I bowed in thanks, the habit coming from my Japanese friend, Kiku. I left in a hurry, going to my locker and stuffing everything I need in my backpack. I left World Academy and walked my way to Axis Powers, which was down the road from the academy. When I reached the building, I walked inside. I was immediately greeted by an albino guy.

"Hey there! You must be Arthur Kirkland, a sophomore at World Academy. I'm Gilbert Weillschmidt, your awesome mentor. AHAHAHA!" he laughed loudly, making me wince. "Dude, you're British?" he asked unexpectedly.

That bloody git shouldn't laugh so loud. It's very annoying and obnoxious. I thought. "Yes, I am British, why do you ask?" I replied.

"No reason. Anyways, what we do here for new guys like you is that you pick a slip of paper from that box over there," he pointed to a clear box located on top of a desk near us, "And on the paper should be a name. That name is the name of the person you will take care of as you work here. If the patient improves, you get to stay and keep your job. But if the patient doesn't improve or somehow worsens, you lose your job." Gilbert explained.

"I see then. I will try my very best to help my patient." I declared, more than motivated to keep this job.

"ALRIGHT!" he proclaimed loudly, a little TOO loud for my liking. "Go on over and pick from the box, and then show me the name. Once that's done, I will take you to your patient. The name you receive is the person that you will stick to as you stay here. You can't change no matter what."

I walked on over to the box, slipped my hand in, grabbed a piece of paper, and pulled my hand out. I looked at the name, and then turned around and walked back to Gilbert, handing him the piece of paper. I saw him pale quickly and look scared to death.

"So, who's this Alfred F. Jones that I have to take care of? And why do you look ready to pee your pants?" I questioned, raising a thick eyebrow in curiosity.

"Uh...Alfred is a...special case." Gilbert stated. "We put him in a special room downstairs. I'll take you to him." We walked down the hall, and to the right was a door. He opened the door, and led us downstairs. We walked downstairs, and during our walk, I heard Gilbert mutter, "Poor child."

We made it downstairs, and I saw a couple of people down here. This room almost looked like an interrogation room, except what was behind the glass was worse. I saw a boy who looked to be around my age, which was fifteen. This Alfred boy has blonde hair, glasses, and the brightest blue eyes I've ever seen. He was staring down, but when he looked up, my green eyes met blue ones. I couldn't tear my gaze away from him, but I didn't know why. All I knew was that I was drawn to him.

"This…is cruel and inhumane!" I exclaimed, my anger rising inside of me. I was appalled by what they did, and most certainly shocked.

"We had no choice, Doctor Kirkland." A doctor said. "He is very dangerous, and we don't know if he'll attack us. Behind this glass is a monster that if let loose, could kill us all."

"You're the monster!" I screamed. "I mean, LOOK at him. He has a strait jacket on, and there are chains on his neck, chest, and legs. You've even hooked up all these IV's on him!" I finished, panting slightly. I noticed that every doctor in the room was looking at the ground, clearly feeling guilty. I gave them an accusing stare, daring one of them to prove me wrong.

"...Why is he in a cage? He's not a monster. He's a human being like the rest of us."

"…" No one answered, too afraid of being yelled or told off by me.

"I'm going to go and talk to him." I stated, heading for the door.

"He might not respond back if you talk to him Arthur. He hasn't spoken a single word to us. Hell, he never made a single fucking noise! What makes you think you can succeed? We've been trying for 3 years, to no avail." Gilbert stated, catching me off-guard.

"I don't bloody care. I bet I could make him talk to me better than you can. Heck, Alfred could just listen to me ramble on and on, and I wouldn't care. I just want to be able to get close to him and earn his trust. I want him to like me so he doesn't have to be wary of me." I said, softly. I opened the door, went through, and closed it behind me. I could feel the stares of all the doctor's in the other room on my back.

Well, then. I thought as I walked towards the scared boy in the cage. It looks like this job will be much more harder than I anticipated. This ought to be an interesting year for me, if I last this long.