So I'm writing this story on wattpad MonochromeVeins and I wanted to get it some more recognition so I decided to post it here (:

This is an Amerus (Bottom Russia) and Prumano story.

Hope you enjoy.

Here in the forest, dark and deep, I offer you; eternal sleep.

The hospital was meant to help us, it was meant to cure us of our sickness.

We were ill, we didn't know any better. All we wanted was to get better, we wanted to go back to our homes, to our families, we wanted to go back to society as a normal human being!

But the doctors always said we weren't ready...

Sick...we're not the only ones who are sick in here!

They are all sick, every single one of them! They just want to hurt us, they don't want to help us! They want us as test subjects.

I tried to escape but they stopped me, they didn't want us to leave. We were their pet guinea pigs. We weren't even human to them!

I've gotten better, I really have but they still tell me I'm sick. I'm not!

This isn't a hospital...it's not even an asylum...it's hell on earth...and we're the sinners burning the demons fires.

They're coming...this may be my last night here...

I may be able to go home...

"Heads up!"

Alfred laughed as he caught the ball before it could hit his friend in the face, "asshole!" the brunette yelled, glaring at the male across the field.

"Sorry, Lovi!"

Chuckling he threw the ball back to his friend. This was the life, two of his best friends and the love of his life sitting in the field not too far away from the college playing with a football and studying together. His friends Gilbert and Lovino, also together, and his boyfriend Ivan were inseparable. Oddly enough they didn't have much in common besides their sexuality, their classes, and dorm room. But the four of them were best friends all together.

Alfred had met Ivan first, he was his roommate after all. When the American first started out at the college he had helped the Russian with his English. It had taken a couple months of long lessons, butchered English, and very intense sexual tension but Ivan soon got used to the language, at least enough to say yes to Alfred when asked the Blonde out.

He then met Gilbert in Creative writing, he was German- or "Prussian" as he claims. Both him and Alfred were a lot alike, being a self-proclaimed "hero" Gilbert was "awesome" as he always said. They both had the energy of a puppy.

Lovino was who he had met last, mostly because Gilbert had the hots for him for awhile. The Italian was hot-tempered and had a foul mouth, but when he was around the three of them he was a pretty big sweetheart. He and Ivan were best friends, Alfred helped Gilbert ask the brunette out and soon enough, 3 months later, here they were.

Gilbert eventually ran over and joined the little circle. Sitting next to Lovino, "what are you working on, babe?" he asked as he peered over Lovino's shoulder, "looks dumb."

"I and Ivy are working on our English papers, stupido." He huffed as he pushed Gilbert's face away. The German only pouted and pushed his cheek against the tan hand.

"Aw~ Lovi why can't we be like them?" He whined, motioning towards their other two friends, Ivan giggled softly as Alfred nuzzled into his neck, arms wrapped around the Russian's waist.

"Because last time I let you do that you bit me." He sighed, "Ivy, focus!"

"Ah! Sorry, sorry!" He laughed and pushed Alfred away, the blonde chuckled and tossed the football into the air.

"We should get going soon." He hummed, letting Ivan finish up his work, "I got a paper due next week."

"Ja, me too," Gilbert sighed. Another hour later, the four of them were heading back to the dorms, "see you later!"

They separated, Alfred and Ivan were on their way to the library so they could get some books for their papers, as they passed the office Alfred's name was called, "I'll meet you there, baby." He smiled and kissed Ivan's temple before he sent him off to the library, heading into the office.

"I'm glad I could catch you!" The receptionist smiled, "some mail had come in for you," she picked up a stack of enveloped and handed them to the American, he took them happily, thanking the women before he headed to the library. Seeing Ivan sitting at one of the tables he plopped down in front of him, "I got some mail." He chuckled as he set the letters down. Ivan tilted his head at the stack, "Who are they from?"

Alfred hummed, going through the letters, "my brother mostly." He said as he got to the end of the pile where a more older and stained envelope was, "and...whoever this is?" He frowned.

Ivan took the envelope and read over it, "it does not have return address..." he hummed, turning the letter to the back, "are you going to open it?"

"Obviously," he chuckled and took the letter back, he set the others aside as he turned the letter to the back and ripped it open, careful not to tear the latter inside. He hummed as he took the paper out, unfolding it. Ivan in front of him listened carefully.

"Dear Alfred..."