"Lovino. You understand why I am doing this to you, right? It's not because I don't love you. I do! You're my grandson! But you're not well. This is the best thing for you. And in a year's time, me and your brother will come and visit you. We might even bring you back home if you're better by then." The tall man placed a hand on his grandson's head, smiling softly. A young boy, only a year younger than Lovino himself stepped closer to his brother. Tears were in the corners of the younger's eyes and he was struggling to not cry. Until he just gave up, throwing his arms round his sibling and bawling into his shoulder.

"Fratello! I'm going to miss you so much! I'll write letters to you all the time! I'll even write neatly! Just please get better so you can come home?"

There was silence as Feliciano and the boys' grandfather waiting for Lovino to respond. He had been silent since the previous day when he was told where he was going to be sent. He had been silent whilst they packed his things into 2 suitcases and a carry on case. He had been silent the entire drive to airport. And now he finally opened his mouth to speak.

"I would rather die than come home to a 'family' who send me away for not being perfect."

And with that, the dark haired Italian turned around and began to board the plane, showing the hostess his boarding pass as he went. Just before he went through the plane door he turned to look back at the people who were sending him abroad, preparing his departing words.

"F*CK YOU BOTH!"

And that was the last Lovino saw of his family for a year. The plane ride was long and boring. Yes there was a tv and he had his iPod with him but he would rather just sit and be alone with his thoughts. He thought about the place he was leaving behind, the people and the memories. Sure the memories weren't exactly all happy ones, but they were memories none the less.

At one point during the flight, Lovino wasn't quite sure when, a teenage girl, possibly a bit older than him, with short silver/blonde hair held in place by a blue headband and two slide clips, wearing denim shorts and blue braces over a white blouse, tripped in the aisle. As she fell, her hand landed on top of Lovino's as a way of keeping her from falling flat on her face.

As soon as her skin touched his he pulled his hand away as if he had been burnt. The girl managed to help herself up on Lovino's armrest and as soon as she was up she began to apologise profusely in an eastern European accent, rambling about how she was so clumsy.

Just wanting her to shut up and stop causing such a scene, Lovino waved her off. "It's alright." There was an awkward silence between the two as the girl seemed to have forgotten where she was sitting. The italian sighed and looked up at her. "I'm Lovino." Her eyes widened before she smiled.

"Katyusha! So you're going to Hawaii too?"

He resisted the urge to reply 'that would be why I'm on a plane to Hawaii.', instead he tucked his knees up to his chest and nodded. "You can sit there if you like."

Katyusha graciously excepted the offer and took a seat next to italian boy. He seemed quite nice, a little bit grouchy maybe but overall quite nice.

"So...um...Katyusha...you here for a holiday?" Lovino had never been a very good conversationalist especially with strangers. He could barely even hold a conversation with his own brother.

"exactly. My brother's in a hospital there. He's been there about 3 years now." The boy's eyes widened at the word hospital.

"St Mary's?"

"Yes! You've heard of it then?"

"Well that's where I'm going..." Another moment of silence made things awkward between the two before Katyusha broke it, smiling slightly.

"Maybe you'll meet my little brother there then! Well...he's not exactly little...he's about 6 foot."

"What's he got?" It was only then that Lovino realised how rude it actually was to ask that. He didn't usually care about his attitude but Katyusha was a woman and did deserve a little respect. "I mean, if you don't mind me asking."

"Not at all. He's a narcissist who's slightly psychopathic and can occasionally have the mental age of a child." She described his illnesses as if she was reading them off of a list. "When we were kids, our dad used to beat us. Not so much me and Natalia," Lovino assumed this was another sister. "But he used to really hurt Ivan. It must have messed him up a bit." She smiled solemnly and I felt sorry for her and her brother who I hadn't even met yet. "What about you?"

Her question had caught him off guard. And truthfully, he had no idea how to reply. Not once had he been told what was wrong with him. That information was passed between the therapists and his grandfather. He often had counselling sessions in school especially when he flipped out over trivial things, the worst of such trivialities being when someone asked to borrow his paint in art and he went for them with a stanley knife. The counsellor had apparently used his behaviour to come to a diagnosis of him that he had yet to find out. It must be pretty bad if he was being sent all the way to Hawaii because of it, Lovino figured.

"Honestly? I have no idea." A look of confusion passed over Katyusha but she had no time to reply as a call came over the intercom.

"This is your pilot speaking. We will be landing at Honolulu International Airport momentarily. Can all passengers please return to their seats. All passengers return to their seats, thank you."

"Well it's been nice meeting you Lovino. Maybe I'll see you again sometime!" The blonde girl shuffled past the Italian to reach the aisle to return to her seat.

"You too. Maybe we will." Lovino smiled. For once the smile wasn't too forced. And actually, the boy felt a bit excited about being somewhere new, being able to meet new people. Of course that emotion would be brief. As soon as he stepped off the plane he began searching for the placard bearing his name. He had been told to look out for the sign and to go with the member of hospital staff holding it.

Said member of staff had straight, mid length blonde hair and stern green eyes. He was fairly short but seemed to hold some authority. The Italian approached him apprehensively.

"You Lovino?" he nodded in response to the man. "Good." Without warning, the blonde had grabbed Lovino's wrist and pulled it towards him, securing on a dark blue band, similar to the type you'd get at a funfair. Noticing the look of confusion and shock on the brunette's face, the man explained. "So you don't get lost."

Feeling slightly uneasy from the whole 'being tagged' experience, Lovino was silent the whole car ride to the hospital. The man, whose name he had learned was Vash, didn't make much effort to converse and the silence between the two seemed to feel less awkward than Lovino imagined conversation would feel.

They reached the hospital eventually, after driving though many winding roads. The building was huge, made of old brick with an eerie outer appearance. Outside on a large brass sign was engraved 'St Mary's Hospital for the Medically Insane'. Yup. This was definitely the right place. Lovino hoped that the inside wasn't as eerie as the exterior of the building.

It was worse. Everything was so clinical and white. Just like a normal hospital. Except in a normal hospital the sounds of screams and noises of protest couldn't be heard upon arrival. Even the staff seemed to be effected by the gleaming white linoleum, still being mopped despite being spotless, the patternless white walls and the large, windowless, locked doors, blocking off certain areas.

A girl sat behind the white counter reading a book. She looked up and olaced the book down as Vash lead me over to her. She actually looked very simillar to Vash; same green eyes, similar hair cut.

"Hey Lilli, can we have a form. The name's Lovino..."

"Vargas." the italian supplied.

"Sure, brother." her accent was sweet and a lot less harsh than her apparent brother's. She typed delicately at her computer until the data she was looking for came up. A moment later it was sent to a printer behind her and she handed Vash the papers, flipping to last page where there was a line for him to sign. Seeing a pen on the counter he signed on the line where it told him to, handing the form back to Lilli who thanked him afterwards.

Lovino followed Vash to the largest of the pin locked doors, he typed in a number code, too quickly for the Italian to understand what he'd written and the door made a noise to suggest it was open.

Before he opened the door the blonde took one last look at Lovino. And as those large doors were pushed open, a sarcastic muttering reached the Italian's ears.

"Aloha; E como mai Palekaiko."

{end chapter}

A lot going on there. The reason it's in Hawaii is so that they're far away from their homes and families who could be the stem of the problem. Such as with Ivan having been beaten, his home is likely to just remind him of that and not help him get better. And it's far enough Away that's its got quite a calm and healing atmosphere. At least thats what the leaflets said.

Last line means 'welcome to paradise' in hawaiian.

Thanks for reading, please review!

T xxx