Yes I know, another new story. Allow me to explain though! I finished a test early, and I just started writing this down on paper. I really got into it, and thus it turned into the start of a new story. I'll still be working on my other stuff too though, so don't worry. Hopefully this isn't too bad. See, I've always wanted to do a Doctor/America and Patient/England fic set in a mental hospital.

I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

The New Patient:

Arthur sits on the couch with his knees drawn up to his chest. He keeps his eyes downcast, avoiding everyone else inside the room. The people here are unsettling, with their maniacal smiles and insane actions. He briefly wonders why they put him in this ward out of all the other ones. He wasn't a harm to himself, no matter what anybody else said. Nothing he did should be considered dangerous. Apparently the doctors didn't agree with him, or why else would he be stuck here, against his will?

Just a few days ago everything was normal. He'd been living in his small comfortable apartment. He'd been working his job as an editor. Nothing was even remotely wrong. Maybe he should have seen this coming though, now that he thought about it. Over the past few months people had started questioning him. Why do you talk to thin air? Who on earth is flying mint bunny? Have you gone nutters? These were the questions that a lot of people started asking him. His coworkers always gave him odd looks, much like everyday strangers did.

Of course Arthur scoffed at them. Flying Mint Bunny was indeed very real, much like his other friends, like the fairies and the elves. So what if they couldn't see them? They weren't special like he was.

People weren't satisfied with his answers, his brothers in particular. Seamus had tried to convince him to talk to a bloody psychiatrist! Of course that made Arthur angry. He wasn't loony, he wasn't irrational, he wasn't insane. Luckily they had left him alone for a little while after that. Unfortunately though, the luck didn't stay with him. One day his oldest brother Allister had walked in on him at the wrong moment. He'd had a knife against his wrist, already having sliced his arm multiple times. It wasn't because he was messed up! Flying Mint Bunny had said that he'd had black blood inside him, and it had to come out. He was only saving himself!

Nobody believed him after that. His brothers didn't listen. They'd pretended to be concerned. They had sat him down and tried to act all mature, telling him that he was a danger to himself! They didn't like Flying Mint Bunny. They didn't like the fairies. They thought Arthur was messed up in the head!

So now he was here.

They had tricked him. Seamus said that they were going to see a film. They'd got in the car and started driving. Arthur should have known though. Seamus didn't drive to the theater. Arthur had asked why he didn't take the right turn, but Seamus didn't answer. They drove for quite sometime, and Arthur was scared. Then he saw a building up ahead, guarded by brick walls and a fancy iron gate. Then Arthur read the sign. Hetalia Psychiatric Hospital. That was when things turned into hell.

Allister and his other brother Dylan had met them in the parking lot. They had apparently packed a suitcase of his clothes. Finally Arthur had realized it. They were leaving him here.

Oh he had cried. He'd pleaded with them. Please don't leave me here! I'm not insane! They'd smiled sadly at him and gently forced him through the doors.

That was only a few hours ago.

Now back to the present, he was still sitting on the couch. This was supposedly the 'lounge', or 'hangout area'. Nobody was really hanging out. A few orderlies were standing by the door. A short Japanese patient was sitting at a table with another patient who was drawing a picture of a cat. Then there was another patient, who was pleading with an orderly for his gun. He must have been from Switzerland, Arthur guessed, judging by his accent. Lastly, there was a large and intimidating patient with purple eyes and ash blonde hair. He was smiling sweetly and singing a song about sunflowers.

This was the long term ward. Were these really the people that Arthur was going to be forced to stay with? He shifted uncomfortably and swallowed, feeling a lump forming in his throat. None of this was right. He was fine! He wasn't a danger to himself!

Suddenly he heard voices nearby. It sounded like a doctor talking to a nurse. They were probably talking about him. As the realization came to him, he only curled into himself further, refusing to look up. He stared intently into the gray tiled floor. He ignored the sound of footsteps coming closer, and tried to will himself to disappear. Unfortunately it didn't work. His view of the floor was replaced by a pair of sneakers and tan colored slacks.

"Hey there, you must be Arthur, right?"

Arthur swallows again, and slowly wills himself to raise his head and study the person who was talking to him, in an American accent nonetheless. He was obviously a doctor, judging from the long white coat he wore over a dress shirt and tie. His face looks so youthful, and for a moment Arthur was a little disbelieving that this man was a doctor. He was grinning down at Arthur, bright and shining sky blue eyes covered with a pair of square shaped glasses.

Upon seeing Arthur looking up at him, the doctor's grin grew. "I'm Dr. Jones, your new psychiatrist. You don't gotta call me that though. Just stick with calling me Alfred."

Arthur didn't respond verbally, but he nodded his head to show that he understood. He was still feeling incredibly uncomfortable, trying to hold back the instinct to bolt towards the doors and try to escape. The doctor, Alfred, must have sensed that he was nervous, for his grin turned into a genuine smile and he patted Arthur's shoulder.

"You don't need to be nervous here, okay? Were only here to help you out, and there's nothing wrong with getting a bit of help. For starters, how about we head to my office? I just got this brand new desk, you have to check it out!"

Arthur, in complete dismay, finds himself standing from the couch. An office sounds much better than this terrible room, with all of these terrible people. Dr. Jones sounds so unprofessional though! How could some dolt like him even be a doctor? Then again, who is Arthur to make judgements in such a place? Here he is a patient, which means that he wont be listened to. Dr. Jones may be acting all nice and cheerful now, but Arthur was sure that he'd turn into the usual normal kind of evil doctor.

They walk through the room. Before they reach the door however, the large intimidating patient starts waving frantically.

"Dr. Jones, Dr. Jones, Alfred!" He calls out with a thick Russian accent.

Alfred stops in his tracks and faces the Russian man with another cheerful grin. "Hey there big guy! How 'ya doing today? Ready for some group therapy later today?" He asked.

"Da!" the Russian says, and then starts giggling. "My name isn't 'Big Guy', it's Ivan! Oh, will we get to have craft time today? I want to make a paper sunflower!"

"Sorry bud, but craft time isn't till tomorrow. Hey, I gotta go now okay? I have a session with Artie here." Alfred told his other patient. Arthur grit his teeth at the horrible nickname. but followed his new doctor as they started walking towards the exit again. The orderlies nod to Alfred and open the doors for him without a second thought.

The hallways are so empty, save for the doors to all of the patient's rooms. Arthur had only been in his room briefly. Luckily in this place everyone got their own room. According to his brother, this was the 'best hospital around'. Well fuck his brother, fuck all of them! They sent him here, they sent him into this hell! There were more patients besides the ones in the lounge as well. A group therapy session was being held in the gardens apparently, so the ones in the lounge were only about half the number of patients that there were.

"Here we are," Alfred muttered, and Arthur realized that they had stopped at a door a few halls away from the patient's rooms. After Alfred unlocked the door, Arthur was greeted by a mixed smell of hamburgers and coffee beans. The room looked...oddly comfortable. There was a brand new polished wooden desk that was covered with files, papers, and a laptop. There were two couches with a coffee table in between them.

"Have a seat!" Alfred said, gesturing towards the couches. After standing for a few seconds, Arthur finally took a deep breath and made his was towards one of them. Alfred sat directly across from him, and so Arthur drew his knees up and wrapped his arms tightly around them. There was a silence, and Arthur felt the doctors gaze boring into him.

"So can you not speak, or are you just a little shy? My brother's really shy, but he's doing a lot better with it."

"I can speak," Arthur replied softly, playing with a loose string on his sweatpants (The nurse had made him dress in grey sweats and a t-shirt). Alfred's eyes brightened.

"Awesome! But how come your being so quiet? Is it scary living in a new place? I'd be scared too. Don't worry though, everyone is very nice here."

"I shouldn't be here," Arthur spoke again, feeling the lump come back in his throat again.

"Why don't we talk about that huh? So your brothers took you here, right?" Alfred asked.

Arthur nodded.

"But you didn't want to come here, did you?"

Arthur shook his head.

"I figured so," Alfred said sympathetically. "Nobody really chooses to come here willingly. I don't see why though, this place isn't so bad! Otherwise I wouldn't work here."

"But I'm not crazy..." Arthur mumbled quietly.

"Huh?" Alfred asked.

"I'm not crazy. There real...my friends are real, and they aren't dangerous!" Arthur tried explaining, feeling his heart start to race. He wanted to go home! He didn't want to be treated like a mental person! His trembling fists clenched onto the edge of the couch, green eyes rapidly blinking back tears.

"Woah, easy now," Alfred said reassuringly, "Nobody said that you're crazy. Nobody here is crazy in fact. You just need to get back on the right track, but then you'll be out of here eventually."

"I want to get out now!"

"Sorry Artie, but I'm afraid you're gonna have to be here for a little while at least. It's gonna be okay, alright? We'll take really good care of you here."

Arthur didn't respond to the doctor's words, glaring hardly at the wall behind Alfred.

"Aw come on Artie, we really aren't the bad guys here!" Alfred after a full minute of silence. Arthur acted like he didn't hear him. Finally Alfred sighed, standing up and placing a hand on his patient's shoulder.

"Alright, I guess you don't want to talk anymore. Want to go back to the lounge then?"

"No, I hate it there." Arthur finally replied.

"Do you want a little bit of quiet time in your bedroom then?" Alfred suggested.

"Quiet time? I'm not a five year old you stupid git!" Arthur snapped. Alfred blinked in shock at Arthur's sudden change of demeanor, but then burst into laughter.

"Okay, okay. How about relaxation time? We have about an hour and a half until your first group session, and then it'll be dinner after that. I'm allowing you to go back early from our session today since you're still getting settled. Normally though we have one our long sessions. Don't worry, we'll really get to work starting tomorrow."

Arthur grimaced at the thought of sitting in a room with this hyper doctor for an hour each day. Then something else occurred to him.

"Why do I have to go to group therapy? Isn't there an option or something?"

"You're required to go to group sessions Artie. However, we only have then three times a week, so you don't gotta worry about it that much. Now, ready to head to your room? You can take a nap until group time. Don't worry, you'll love group time! It's really fun!"

"Sure, whatever you say...bloody stupid doctors," Arthur replied. He had muttered the last part of his sentence, but Alfred had heard him and chuckled as he led Arthur to his room.

Finally when he was left alone, Arthur sighed to himself as he laid down on his new bed. It wasn't as soft as his real bed, but at least it was a tiny bit comfortable. The room was really quite plain, with tan walls and a brown rug. There was a window, but Arthur had already tried opening it and it wouldn't budge. The glass looked really thick too.

Seamus had packed some decoration for his room, mainly pictures of all of them, but Arthur had ripped them up. They hadn't even brought him a book or anything! Was there some kind of rule that said books weren't allowed or something? If so, then this place was nuts.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door before someone opened it. Arthur recognized her as the nurse who had first escorted him into his room this morning. Her name was Elizaveta or something...

"Arthur, it's time for your group therapy with Dr. Jones. Ready to go?" She asked cheerfully.

"No," Arthur grumbled. She laughed light heartedly.

"Come on now sweetie, it isn't that bad. Now let's get going. The sooner you get this over with, then the sooner it'll be dinner time. After dinner we're going to be putting in a movie for everyone to watch."

Ten minutes later, the Brit found himself sitting in a chair, surrounded by the other people he'd seen in the lounge earlier. All of the chairs were pulled into a circle. Dr. Jones sat to Arthur's left, and the Japanese man sat to his right. Alfred clapped his hands together.

"Alright guys, ready to get started?"

There was a chorus of "yeah's" and also Ivan was clapping enthusiastically, bouncing up and down in his seat childishly.

"Alrighty then! Now everyone, we have a new member in our group. This here is Arthur. I want everyone to treat him nicely since he's a little nervous, okay?"

Arthur felt his face turn beet red while the others all nodded.

"Okay, how about we all introduce ourselves to Arthur? Kiku, why don't you go first?" Alfred suggested, pointing to the Japanese man who sat beside Arthur. The man looked extremely uncomfortable, but managed to look Arthur in the eyes.

"Hello Arthur-san, my name is Kiku. I am here because of my agoraphobia and isolating myself from people." He said softly, shifting uncomfortable. The man next to Arthur, the one who was drawing a cat earlier, then cleared his throat.

"My name is Heracles. I like cats. I am here because my narcolepsy causes violent outbursts." He said simply, looking very at ease with his surroundings. Sitting next to Heracles was a man who Arthur actually didn't remember seeing before. He had dull blue eyes and blonde hair, a cross like pin in his hair.

"I am Lukas, and I'm here because I see things...they think I have schizophrenia, but they're wrong." He said, giving a slight glare towards Alfred's direction. Arthur perked up a little at this. So Lukas could see things too? Maybe he knew Flying Mint Bunny as well. Speaking of which, Arthur saw Flying Mint Bunny floating around in the corner or the room. The creature waved at him, but Arthur was a little too nervous to wave back, due to the fact that Alfred would probably question him.

Next went a man with bright green eyes and chin length blonde hair. He really didn't look that happy to be there. "It's nice to meet you. My name is Vash, and I'm here because apparently people think it's wrong to protect your family members." He said, obviously aggravated.

"Vash, it's illegal to try and shoot people with guns, especially if they haven't done anything wrong." Alfred chided him gently.

"The guy was trying to ask my little sister on a date! She's only thirteen!" Vash argued.

"Alright, alright. We'll discuss this during your next therapy session Vash. Anyway, who's next?" Alfred asked.

"Me, me me!" Ivan shouted excitedly. Before anybody could say anything, he got up from his seat and walked towards Arthur, pulling him into a tight hug. Arthur yelped and tried to fight his way out of the grip, but of course it was nearly impossible. Alfred had to intervene.

"Ivan, you know not to touch people unless you ask first! Now come sit down and introduce yourself." Alfred said sternly. Ivan reluctantly let go and walked back to his seat, feet shuffling. Once he was seated though, the Russian seemed cheerful one again.

"Hello Arthur! My name is Big Guy, and I love Sunflowers!" He sang out cheerfully. Arthur, who was still trying to catch his breath, glared back at him.

"Ahem, anyway, let's move on. Arthur, why don't you tell us a bit about yourself?"

"No." Arthur replied instantly.

"But that isn't very nice Artie. All of the others introduced themselves to you. Do you really think it's fair not to introduce yourself back?" Alfred asked him. Arthur was beginning to see red.

"Stop talking to me like I'm five," He said through gritted teeth.

"Aw come on Art, group time is about having fun and learnin-"

"I don't like it!" Arthur snapped. "I'm not going to participate! I shouldn't be in such a place! Flying Mint Bunny is my best friend, and you can't punish me for liking him!"

The other patients watched with wide eyes. Kiku looked like he wanted to bolt from the room, Ivan looked like he was about to start crying, Vash rolled his eyes, Lukas had an unemotional expression, and Heracles appeared to be sleeping.

"Arthur, you're not being punished. We're only going to help you. Now listen, if don't want to speak during group time then you don't have to, but you won't earn a gold star for the day." Alfred told him in all serious. Arthur felt his eye twitch.

"Why the bloody hell would I want a gold star?"

"If you earn gold stars then you can have privileges, like getting to work in the garden, or earning telephone calls, or even picking out a movie for everyone to watch." Alfred explained.

"I have eleven gold stars!" Ivan called out cheerfully.

"Only because you're a suck up," Vash grumbled.

"You're just saying that since you only have three gold stars!" Lukas pointed out to Vash.

"Okay guys, quiet down!" Alfred broke up what would have probably turned out into a nasty argument. "The point is, gold stars are good to earn. Now how about we discuss what our favorite foods are?

Group therapy went by slowly and painfully for Arthur. He spoke a bit during the time, but only so he could possibly get a gold star. Being able to garden sounded like a lovely idea, and he was certainly going to try for it.

Now it was dinner time, and they were being served mashed potatoes, corn, and ham. Metal forks and knives were not allowed here, so Arthur struggled to cut up his ham with a plastic butter knife. He ended up chatting with Lukas, who seemed like an okay guy. He believed in the fae like Arthur did, and he seemed to know a lot about the place.

"They slip drugs into the food here," Lukas was saying to everyone at the table. "It's the only reason why we can't escape. The drugs make us too weak."

"Now you're just making up stories!" Vash said, but looked at his food uneasily. Finally he called out, "Nurse Elizaveta, is it true that you put drugs in our food?"

"What, of course not!" She said, looking very offended. "Lukas, are you making up stories again?"

Needless to say, Lukas got into a very big dispute about food drugging, and he was led away into his room by some orderlies for some 'quiet time'. Arthur also had met some of the other patients who weren't just in his group.

Dr. Roderich Edelstein was the doctor who led the other therapy group. Apparently he and Alfred were the only ones who ran the group therapies. There were a lot of other doctors too though, and each doctor only had about three patients. Apparently Alfred was the doctor of Arthur, Ivan, and a man named Lugwig.

Lugwig was one of the patients that wasn't in Arthur's group. He had a severe case of OCD that affected his life badly though. There was Also Feliciano Vargas, who was good friends with Ludwig. Arthur wasn't actually sure what was wrong with Feliciano, but he was pretty sure that the Italian was the only truly insane one here...besides Ivan. There was also a man named Gilbert, and he was half brothers with Ludwig. He was delusional or something, believing that he was a teutonic knight from Prussia.

There was another ward, but that was on a separate floor so he would never be able to react with whoever the patients up there were.

After dinner they all had to line up and take their medicine apparently. Arthur tried telling them that he didn't have any prescribed to him, but Elizaveta said that Alfred had indeed prescribed medicine for him to take. Two fat white pills and a small cup of water was handed to him.

"I'm not taking them!" He protested, shoving the meds back into Elizaveta's arms.

"Arthur, you must take them!" She insisted. "Don't make me go get Dr. Jones."

He still refused to listen, because honestly, who the hell would willingly take medicine like that? He didn't even know what type of medicine it was! He was quite sane really, so there was no need to get all uptight about it. Apparently nurse Elizaveta didn't think so, and so Alfred was brought into the room.

"I'm not taking them, you can't make me!" He yelled, "You didn't even say that I had to take medicine!"

"Artie it's okay," Alfred tried soothing him. "I was going to talk about it with you tomorrow. It's just a light dose of risperidone. It's going to make you better Artie. I promise I wouldn't make you take it for nothing."

"But I don't need it!" Arthur said desperately. "You're...you're trying to get rid of my friends aren't you? Well no, I won't let you!"

"Arthur, you have to take your medicine," Alfred told him, his voice a little more stern.

Needless to say, Arthur ended up having a slight tantrum. The days events had just finally gotten to him. Tears began spilling down his cheeks as he tried to convince the people around him that he wasn't insane.

It took around twenty minutes of comfort and reassurance to finally convince him to swallow the medicine. Alfred was a little more smarter than he looked though, because he searched Arthur's mouth afterwards to make sure that the pills were swallowed, which unfortunately, they hadn't been.

He felt tired and defeated after he had lost the battle with his doctor. He sniffled and wiped at his tear stained cheeks as both Elizaveta and Alfred praised him for taking his medicine. He only tried to glare while trying to stop crying at the same time, which just made him look more pitiful than angry.

"I think he should get to bed early," He heard Alfred murmur to Elizaveta. "He's had a long day, and he's obviously exhausted. He'll be okay in a few days, once he gets settled in."

Arthur didn't protest as Elizaveta and another nurse both escorted him to his room. After the nurses made sure he was ready for bed and tucked in, they each wishes him good night and closed the door. Arthur heard the click of the lock after the door was shut and closed his eyes.

This place...was like a prison. He was always being watched, and restricted from going anywhere. Nobody trusted him here. Now he was forced to take pills that would only do god knows what to him.

"Arthur, Arthur!" A small happy voice squeaked. Arthur opened his eyes and felt his heart light up at who the voice belonged to.

"F-Flying Mint Bunny?" He whispered.

"Yes Arthur, it's me!" The bunny replied. "Why are you staying in this awful place? Can't we go home? It isn't any fun here."

"I know it's not fun. They're trying to get rid of you Minty, but I won't let them. I swear I won't let them." Arthur promised his friend, before breaking out into a yawn.

"Okay Arthur, I trust you! Go to sleep and have a good dream!" Flying Mint Bunny said, flying down to give a small light kiss on Arthur's nose. He smiled in content and closed his eyes again, hoping to dream about being in his own bed, surrounded by his true friends.

The next morning he was awoken by an orderly, who brought him into a room to shower. It was awkward having the orderly stand right outside of the shower stall (with his back turned thankfully) so he showered quickly. The warm water honestly soothed his nerves a little. He was still incredibly disappointed to awake and remember that he was no longer considered a normal sane person.

After drying and changing into a dark green sweater and another pair of sweatpants, he was then brought to the cafeteria for breakfast. He walked in on a very interesting, and slightly frightening scene.

"I do not want milk, I want vodka!" Ivan was screaming at a nurse, and did not all sound like he had yesterday.
"Ivan, you know there are no alcoholic beverages allowed. I know you like milk, so please be good and drink it?" The nurse asked him kindly.

"Nyet! I hate you, and I hate this place! I want to go back to Russia!" Ivan demanded angrily, pounding his fist on the table. "Take me home right now!"

There was now a huge dent in the middle of the metal table, which really sort of scared Arthur as he watched from his place in line to get his food. The people who had been eating near him moved away to another tale.

"Ivan, if you don't settle down then you're going to have to have to leave the room." The nurse warned him.

"I am going to cut out your intestines and strangle you with them if you don't give me my vodka!" Ivan roared. The nurse called out for help, so three orderlies came dashing over, one equipped with a needle. When Ivan saw them, his expression turned into panic.

"Nyet, I do not want sleepy time! Nooo!" He yelled, sounding innocent once again. It was too late though, because even though he was thrashing, the orderlies got a better hand on him, and injected him with a sedative. He was then half led/carried back to his room.

Arthur shuddered at the thought of Ivan outside of this mental ward. What if he had killed people before he was sent here? It was a very scary thing to think about. Apparently Ivan turning into such a monster was a normal thing, because already the other patients seemed to have forgotten about what had just happened.

"Ksesese, looks like he's back in the Ivan room again," Gilbert, who was standing behind Arthur, laughed once Ivan had been taken away.

"The Ivan room?" Arthur asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Well technically it's just a solitary confinement room, you know, with padded walls and shit. We call it the Ivan room though, since Ivan always goes there the most. He goes there at least twice a day. I mean seriously, I've been here for three months and I've only been twice!" Gilbert explained. "Seriously! They say it's so you can calm down, but it just makes me even more mad!"

"Oh...that doesn't sound like fun." Arthur said, making a mental note to try avoid getting put in the 'Ivan room'.

"There's only one person who's not put in there, and that's Kiku. One time he was put there, and then he enjoyed the isolation and refused to come out! Isn't that fucking insane?"

The rest of breakfast passed by uneventfully, and then Arthur found himself sitting back on the couch where he had sat yesterday. For about an hour, he watched his surroundings with mild interest. Ludwig was hyperventilating because of a dirty stain on one of the armchairs, so nurse Elizaveta was trying to calm him down. Eventually Ivan was let back into the room, and he seemed like his cheerful self again.

Suddenly he felt someone tap his knee, and he looked down to see Flying Mint Bunny. His face lit up in a smile.

"Hello Arthur! Why are you just sitting here? Can't we go home?" The bunny asked sweetly. Arthur looked around. He wanted to reply, but what if nurse Elizaveta noticed him? Then they would call him insane or something. He had to be careful here, or else he would be judged. He tightened his lips and tried to give his friend a pleading look. Flying Mint Bunny frowned.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Minty asked. "Don't you like me?"

Seeing his best friend's sad look, Arthur instantly felt his heart race. "N-no, of course I like you!" He hissed quietly. "I just can't talk to you here!"

"Why not?"

"Because of the stupid bloody doctors here. They'll just think I'm loony or something, and then I'll have to stay here longer." Arthur told the bunny.

"Wow, those doctors sound like meanie heads!" Minty commented.

"I know, but I have a plan. If I just pretend not to know you, then maybe the doctors will think that they've made a mistake and-"

"Ahem," A voice cleared from behind him. Arthur stopped talking and jerked his head around, eyes going wide as he came face to face with Dr. Jones. "Hiya Artie, hows it going? Who were you talking to just now?"

"That's none of your concern," Arthur replied with a scowl.

"Sorry to break it to 'ya, but it kind of is. You see, it sort of looked like you were just talking to thin air. Is there somebody here that I can't see?" Alfred asked light heartedly, but Arthur saw the look in his eyes. The concerned doctor's look.

"...No," Arthur finally answered. "Don't you have anybody else to bother?"

"Well normally I do, but right now it's time for your first official therapy session. Ready to go?" Alfred asked cheerily.

"So, how are you feeling today? Better?" Alfred asked once they were both seated inside his office again.

"No," Arthur answered bluntly.

"How come? Why don't you explain to me?" The American suggested, folding his hands together to show Arthur that all attention was on him.

"How come?" Arthur repeated. "Because I'm stuck in this bloody mental hospital against my will! Why wouldn't I not feel happy?"

"I guess you have a good point. Okay then, let's start at the beginning. Do you know why you were brought here?" Alfred asked him.

"Because my brothers have something against my friends! Just because they can't see Minty doesn't mean anything! I know Minty exists, and that's what counts!" Arthur answered firmly.

"Why don't you tell me about Minty? Do you see this rabbit often?"

"Every day of course! Minty always checks on me."

"And it doesn't bother you at all? I mean the fact that other people can't see Minty?" Alfred wondered.

"Of course not you twit! Anyone who can't see Minty is just too stupid too!"

"Is Minty here now? Is he in this room?" Alfred questioned him. Arthur's eyes briefly flickered over to the corner of the room, where his rabbit friend was floating patiently and waiting for the therapy session to end. Alfred saw his eyes move and nodded his head in affirmation. "Is Minty talking to you right now?"

"No, Minty is waiting for this ridiculous session to be over." Arthur replied, folding his arms and scowling.

"Well I hate to be a bummer, but it's only been fifteen minutes. We still got forty five minutes to talk. So let me ask you this; Does Minty ever ask you to do things? Things that might be dangerous?"

"What kind of a question is that!? Of course not!" Arthur responded, voice raising a bit.

"Your brother Allister told me that he walked in on you cutting your arm not too long ago. Did Minty tell you to do that?" Alfred asked. Arthur felt his blood turn cold, and his heart speed up.

"...Only because I had evil black devil blood in me! Minty did me a favor! I would have turned evil if I didn't get the blood out!" He defended both himself and his friend.

"Arthur that isn't healthy. There is no such thing as having devil blood inside you. I don't think Minty was right about helping you." Alfred told him gently.

"Your lying!" Arthur spat.

"I wouldn't lie to you Artie, not about something like that. I think maybe Minty needs to give you a break."

"Never! You wont get away with this!" Arthur hissed back at him, trying to give his best glare. "You can keep me locked up here, you can force me to take pills, and to sit in a circle and voice out my feelings. Go ahead and do so. However, Minty wont ever leave me."

"Okay Artie, calm down now. Why don't we talk about something else for now? What kinds of things do you enjoy doing?"

"What business of that is yours?"

"Well sometimes I can find ways to make it so you have something fun to do, since I know it's boring here. Your brother told me you like to read? I can bring you a book if you want."

"...I like gardening too." Arthur muttered just loud enough for his doctor to hear. Alfred's face brightened.

"That's great! Gardening is really good to help with stress, and it also just makes a nice hobby. We have a nice little garden outside. How about we make a deal? If you participate in group and during our one on one sessions, and also take your medicine, then you can garden as a reward. Sound like a plan?" He suggested.

"Fine," Arthur agreed. "But this doesn't mean I'll enjoy it here."

"That's okay, we'll just work slowly and see how this works. If your good for the rest of the day and tomorrow, then you can start going outside to garden on Friday, okay?"

The rest of the session went by without much argument. When it came time for it to end, Alfred escorted his patient back to the lounge, where all of the patients would be doing craft time. As the American watched his patient slowly drag his feet over to take a seat beside Kiku, he smiled sadly.

"Don't worry Artie, I'll make you better," He whispered to himself triumphantly. There would be a long hard road ahead of them, but eventually he would make Arthur understand that Minty wasn't healthy for him. It was for the best after all.

The halls were the same white ones as they were downstairs. Alfred walked down them silently, carrying a small bag in his hand. Right now he was currently in the second ward, upstairs. He didn't work in this ward, but he made frequent visits, practically daily, for a very good reason. Just as he stopped before a closed door, someone called out to him.

"Bonjour Dr. Jones, your here early."

"Hi Dr. Bonnefoy. I have a break, so I figured that I would come see him early today. Erm...hows he doing?" Alfred replied. He felt his heart sink as the French doctor's expression turned a little solemn.

"I'm afraid Mathieu's having a bad day today. He wont leave his bed, not even after a nurse offered him pancakes. Perhaps if you talk to him then you can convince him to come out?"

"I'll see what I can do," Alfred replied, smiling a little nervously as the other doctor unlocked the door for him. Alfred stepped inside, hesitating for a moment as he saw what was before him. Matthew sat curled up on the bed, face in his hands as he sobbed quietly, clutching onto his stuffed polar bear.

"Hey bro, how are you doing?" Alfred asked, walking closer to his brother. Matthew didn't reply, only holding onto his bear tighter.

"Dr. Bonnefoy told me you're having a bad day. I brought you something, maybe it'll cheer you up! Here, it's a bottle of maple syrup, the real kind! I figures you'd like it." Alfred said as he pulled the small bottle of syrup from the bag he was carrying and set in beside Matthew.

"T-thank...thank y-you," Matthew whispered. Alfred tried to smile, lips trembling, and pulled his brother into his arms.

They both cried quietly together.

Coming up next: Arthur's numerous escape attempts...or failures!

a/n: There...well I hope it wasn't too horrible. I would certainly appreciate some reviews so I can get some feedback. Anyways, it may be a week before the next chapter. I still need to work on my other stories too! Anyway, please tell me what you think!