Down the ward,
The Prussian walked it's halls,
To visit a friend of his.
One that was taken to this psychiatric hospital due to some of the killing that pointed to him.
3 people to be exact.
But the maroon eyed man didn't think it was something in Matthew's nature,
Who knows,
He may have grew a pair and finally had it…
In the most violent way possible.
It has been 5 months that the Canadian was locked up in here.
There were a few visits where Matt wouldn't talk.
Or awake.
Whatever the nurses were doing to him,
He was reverted to a zombie.
Why the drugs?
Prussia shook his head in anger,
What mattered was that he had news for Mattie today.
"Paperwork, sir?" The attendant asked bored when Prussia enter the main medical station.
Handing them over to the American lady,
Prussia waited and watched some of the janitors shuffle in what looked to be a mass amount of damages to the room.
Pity.
What a hellish place to hold the lost people.
His eyes darted as he moved in his seat.
"Damn America…"
Even if he was one of the three,
I bet he was here for awhile to come up with all of this for his country.
The bleak and tidy white walls smelled of gauzes and iron.
As for the once one-tone floors.
Hospitals.
The damn atmosphere.
"Mr. Beilschmidt?"
In all honesty,
Prussia didn't want to get up and see his damaged friend.
He wanted to inject the same poison onto them.
America.
"Sir, you are free to visit patient 1479 now."
Gilbert picked himself up and was lead to Mattie's room,
Guards opening the door with a key card, and opening the door.
Sitting in his seat and his straight jacket,
Sat Canada with what looked like he wasn't on anything.
For a moment,
Prussia was happy to see that the Matthew was ok,
But something was missing.
He was bruised and had cuts on his cheek and lip.
"What are your business here, Gilbert?"
Prussia sat down facing his friend Matthew with an emotionless response to the open question.
"I'm getting you out of this hell hole."
Matt paused and tilted his head.
"For what reason?"
Gilbert looked at his friend with confusion.
"I'm getting you out because you don't belong here."
"Oh is that so? Hmmm… don't you think I still belong here?"
Prussia's brows formed as his jaw moved by this new attitude.
"Matt-"
"My name isn't Matthew anymore. It's 1479."
"Your name isn't a number. What have they done to you?" Prussia fumed.
As if by instinct,
Matthew lowed his head.
He was quiet for a few moments then he looked up with a demented grin.
"What do think they have done to poor little Mattie?
"I think they have drugged and beaten you."
A small laugh escaped his bloodied lips.
"Your close, but not correct."
Prussia was blank but composed as he leaned on the table.
"Matthew, look at me. I know you didn't kill anybody."
"Yeah, your right, he didn't. But I did, Mr. Beilschmidt."
Posed with this,
Prussia was speechless.
"Then who are you?" His last attempt to figure this out.
As if staring off in space,
Canada sat back in his chair,
That grin still present.
"What would a man like you be asking such a silly questions?"
"Answer the question."
Canada's grin disappeared as he leaned forward.
"My name is Owen."
An alter.
Gilbert leaned back in his chair and cracked up.
"How long have you been around, Owen?"
Canada tilted his head and the smile returned.
"Awhile, perhaps a little bit longer than that, why does it matter?"
"Maybe do to the fact that Mattie shouldn't be held hostage in his own body."
"What the problem with holding him hostage? All of a sudden it matters now?"
"When can we have Matthew back?"
Clearly,
This "Owen" knew how to get on Prussia's nerves,
As the man in blue remained in fault.
"What's the matter, Mr. Beilschmidt? Am I too much to handle like all the others here?"
"Stop beating around the bush with all these bullshit questions, and ask the ones that actually mean anything."
Gilbert crossed his legs.
What did he want?
As he continued to stare at Canada with a frown,
It was obvious to see the change in the movements that Owen did.
Steady and timed.
Something that Matt wasn't capable of doing…
Truly this was something to get used to.
After sometime the sound of the buckles of the jacket and the chair was sudden as Canada moved violently in his seat.
It wasn't in no time,
Prussia saw Canada undo the jacket,
Revealing more cuts and blue- purple bruises on his arms.
"Excuse me for my rudeness."
Canada threw the jacket on the table as he straighten his shirt that was under the straight jacket.
"So any questions?"