"That's absurd!"

Francis Bonnefoy rolled his eyes. The stingy Englishman was being damn stubborn as always.

"There it is again," He sighed, holding a shrugged hand up. "your pessimistic angry attitude."

"I am not being pessimistic!" Arthur growled, throwing his arms up.

"Oh?"

"I see no reason that I have to go to an anger management support group! My anger is perfectly normal!"

"You're just lying to yourself now, Arthur. Besides," Francis straightened in his seat, looking directly at Arthur now. "the boss said it was mandatory for you if you plan on keeping your job. Calling people 'idiotic morons' isn't very good for the company."

"It's not my fault that people who call with complaints are the stupidest people to walk this planet." Arthur crossed his arms, leaning back against the break room's wall.

"We work in the customer service department, it's our job to assist is it not?" The Frenchman reasoned.

Arthur scoffed and shrugged, "I guess."

"It doesn't even have to be a support group, just got to a therapist. As long as you're doing something, the boss will keep you working."

"I don't need to go to a shrink like I'm some lunatic!"

"Make up your mind, mon ami."

Arthur was silent for a few minutes before he sighed and closed his eyes.

"I guess I'll go to a therapist."

"As expected. Lucky for you I happen to know a very good therapist who doesn't charge much."

"You go to a therapist, frog?"

"No, I'm not a crazy lunatic," Francis laughed as Arthur glared. "I know him on a personal basis."

"Old flame?"

"Please, he's not my type!" Arthur couldn't help but to chuckle and shake his head at how offended Francis looked.

"Though he is pretty easy on the eyes. You might like him, actually." Francis smirked, leaning back in his seat.

Arthur rolled his eyes and sighed, "Just give me the bloke's number so I can get this over with."

Arthur tapped his foot impatiently against the floor as he sat In the waiting room. The therapist's name was Jones and right now, his current patient was running fifteen minutes over their scheduled time. He turned his head to the secretary who looked bored as could be.

"Excuse me, miss? Do you know when the patient will be done? I don't have much time you see-"

"Mr. Jones gives his full attention to his patients and doesn't care for time limits. If they need him for longer he'll gladly listen." The secretary snapped, looking as if Arthur had insulted the most important man in history. He could tell she had a thing for this Jones fellow. They probably shagged after office hours.

"Yes, right. Thank you." Arthur said rigidly.

It was about twenty minutes later when Arthur was awoken from his drowsy state.

"Dr. Jones will you see you now."

Arthur sighed and stood up, stretching lightly. He nodded to the secretary and walked to the door with "Dr. Jones" written on it. He knocked on it lightly and was met with a loud "Come in!"

Arthur blinked, and opened the door.

"Hey hey, you're Arthur right?" Arthur looked to the source of the voice and saw a tall man with broad shoulders smiling at him. His hair was a bright blonde with a stubborn cowlick sticking proudly up In the air. Upon closer inspection, Arthur could see that this man had blue eyes hidden behind glasses.

Francis was right, he was rather easy on the eyes.

And American. Oh Joy.

"Uh yes, I am. Arthur Kirkland."

"Well Arthur, I heard you're friends with Francis?"

"Depends on what you consider the definition of friends to be."

Jones laughed and smiled.

"Yeah, he's always been a bit difficult to deal with, but after awhile ya get use to him. Actually he told me that you'd be calling to set up an appointment with me before you called." Jones explained, a sunny expression on his face.

"Oh did he now?" Arthur could feel a vein pulsing. "Honestly Dr. Jones-"

"Call me Alfred."

"Alfred. I don't really think I need to be here."

"Francis said you might say that. I'm also aware of your current situation."

"Good, I'm glad. So If you don't mind calling my boss and explaining that I don't have any issues with my anger, I'll be out of your hair in no time." Arthur said, nodding his head.

Alfred continued to smile and said, "Sit."

"Pardon?"

The doctor directed his hand to the direction of the couch and again said, "Sit."

"What? No I-"

"Please Arthur. Just an hour so I can give my honest word?" Alfred asked.

"I don't see why I need to."

"Francis was right, you are a stubborn ass." The therapist laughed.

"E-Excuse me? What right do you have to call me a stubborn ass? If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were asking for a death wish!"

"Yup, he was right on the dot. Not only are you a stubborn ass, you're also a hardass."

Arthur was on fire in anger. He marched to the man's desk and reached across it, grabbing Alfred's shirt collar, pulling him close to his own face.

"You listen here, Jones. You're a bloody fool if you think I'm going to sit here and take this from a damn American who doesn't know me one bit." He spat, glaring. Alfred was calm though, in fact he was still smiling. He must be used to this kind of behavior.

"Twenty-three seconds." Alfred said.

"What?!"

Alfred brought his hand up to reveal a timer that was stopped at twenty-three.

"You only lasted twenty-three seconds before you became physical. Most people last around a minute before they even realize they're being insulted. You, on the other hand, jump straight to the fist."

Arthur squinted his eyes before he closed them and sighed, releasing Alfred. He backed to the couch where he sat down.

"I'm here to help, Artie. I'm the hero, not the villain!"

"Call me Artie again and your head is going through that desk."

Alfred laughed and leaned back in his seat.

"Will ya let me help? I don't want you to lose your job because you lost your head one too many times."

"How do you plan on helping, Jones? Give me an anger-toy that I squeeze any time I get pissed off?"

"Ah, well not exactly. If you want to do that, I say go for it. But my technique isn't exactly logical."

Arthur looked to him with an eyebrow raised, "Care to elaborate further?"

Alfred swirled his hand around in a circular motion as he tried to think of the proper words to say to explain.

"I want you to embrace your anger."

Arthur pursed his lips.

"Anger is normal, right? Maybe not at your extreme level, but it's completely normal. So why suppress it? It'll do more harm to your health. Hell, you might break a blood vessel!"

"Oh harhar."

"I'm being serious here! When you're on the phone with a customer and you feel that anger rising, I want you to mouth the words you want to scream at them, but not actually say them. You might look like an idiot, but you won't be losing your job. Hey, you can even imagine them in a hilarious situation if that will help."

Arthur looked to Alfred like the American had two heads.

"I see..." Arthur nodded his head, slowing making sense of it. "So as they're talking nonsense I just mouth how much of an idiot they are?"

Alfred laughed, "Yeah, basically! And lets say that doesn't work, you can call me anytime to rant if you'd like."

Arthur waved Jones off, "Please, I won't need to resort to that. I'll only need to call you if my boss insists. Consider this the first and last time you'll be seeing me."

Alfred mocked sadness, "I was just starting to like you too."

"Watch it, Jones."

"Alfred!"

"You really want to go through that desk, don't you?" The Brit questioned with venom.

Alfred shrugged and stood from his seat, "You'll be seeing me one more time so I can see your progress. If you're doing good, your job will be safe and you won't have to deal with me ever again. Unless you want to of course." The bloke winked. He winked.

Arthur really wanted to smash something on his head.

"Yes well," Arthur stretched from his seat and adjusted his coat, "If we are done here, I'll be taking my leave."

Alfred walked to the door and opened it, "I'll be seeing ya soon, Artie!"

With a growl Arthur walked through the door, muttering, "Don't count on it."

The Therapist just smiled and waved goodbye.

Arthur was convinced his shrink needed a shrink himself.

[A/N] Ah. This is going to be an interesting journey with this story, I can already tell. But a fun one, hopefully! c:

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