Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Warning: This story contains drug abuse, rape, and mental disorders. It's rated T until further notice.


Smiling warmly at the other, Arthur walked pass him and climbed the few steps to his little apartment. "So lad, what brings you here this cold night?" He asked as he fumbled with the key. Finally able to open the door, he signaled the other to come inside. "Oh, nothin'... I was around, thought I could visit this late at night," the other said lazily as he stepped inside the apartment. Arthur noted the smell of cigarette emitting off of him and frowned. "Aren't you in the football team?" He asked him, remembering the few times he had talked about his team mates and had said nothing bad about them. The other was busying himself by looking around his new surroundings. "Uh? Oh yeah, I was, but I decided to quit," He said slowly, with an uninterested voice. Arthur frowned and took a mental note about this. "Could you tell me why?" He asked him, hoping this will get him to talk about his feelings. The man shrugged and smirked, "Nothing special really, I just notice how much of stupid assholes my teammates are really like," He said while he proceeded on taking another cigarette out of his pocket.

Arthur frowned, this was not usual of him, the Alfred he had met the first few days had said in more than one way that he will make sure to never do drugs and respected his teammates. "Alfred... are you sure about this?" Arthur asked while worried lines slowly formed at the top of his face. The man in question turned to him and gave him a funny look before slowly saying, "What are you talking about? I am not Alfred." The words rang through his head like he could not believe them. 'I am not Alfred,' how can that be so, if he had recognized him as that young lad a few minutes ago. Taking a exasperated breath, Arthur looked deep into Alfred's eyes before asking, "Then who are you?"

The man gave him a lazy grin, before offering his hand, "I am Collin, one of Alfred's close friends. It is nice to meet you, Doctor Kirkland. Al mentions you a lot you know..." 'Collin' said as they shook hands. Arthur nodded and gave him a small smile. "Really, now. I wonder why... We have known each other for such a short period of time," He said as he sat down and motioned for the other to do the same. "Oh well you know Al, he gets excited whenever he meets a new person and he also mentioned something about feeling like he can trust you... I don't know, Al is weird like that," Collin said as he took a seat opposite from Arthur. He stared at the other, trying to figure out what was happening. This was evidently Alfred Jones, his patient, but his personality had changed... Arthur actually believed this said 'Collin' was real. Sighing, Arthur nodded and slightly smiled at the other. "Well, Collin, it is unusual for friends of one of my patients to visit me this late at night. Also how did you know where I live?"

Collin smiled and turned his look to the small coffee table in between the two of them. It was filled with papers and lots of books. Collin grabbed a book with a red cover and stared at it for a bit, tracing the words on top. "Alfred …. took the time to research you... and I was there... When he found your direction and house number he copied down, I memorized it," Collin admitted and put the book down. Arthur nodded slowly and leaned back on the chair, "I see... well tell me what brings you here Collin?" He asked calmly, making mental notes of this... Personality of Alfred. Collin frowned and looked at the floor, concentrating on making patterns on the wood. Arthur waited patiently for the other to answer, after all it was his house and he had all the time in the world.

" Alfred..." he mumbled as he kept looking at the floor, a little frown forming on his forehead and his expression changing from emotionless to slightly worried. Arthur's attention perked up, could it be that maybe this personality of Alfred could tell him more about how the real Alfred felt? If that was the case, he would take good note of it, any information of what was happening inside that boy's mind was important to him and his analysis. "What about him?" He encouraged, not wanting Collin to chicken out on him. The other blond looked up and stared right directly at him, Arthur felt like he was being analyzed just by his look. After a moment of silence the other spoke in a low tone as if reveling a secret about someone in the same room. "Alfred... Has been acting strange lately. He keeps talking about... Death and the lady that lived across his street... When he's asleep he mumbles about it too," Collin said, with a disturbed look on his face. Arthur frowned. A lady? What lady? And why did Collin look so disturbed just by the thought of her? More questions and no answers, this was frustrating, but at the same time it was an advance, Alfred, subconsciously had open up and shared some of his inner feelings with him. Arthur was pretty sure if the 'real' Alfred was back and he asked him about tonight, Alfred would not really have a clue about what had happen. It was sad knowing this. A multiple personality disorder... Is one nasty mental disorder. Basically it creates different yous who appear from time to time to deal with situations your normal self can't handle.

"Well... I guess is time for me to go," the voice of the other man brought him back from his thoughts. Collin was standing, hands buried deep in his pockets. Arthur stood up, wanting to convince him to stay and chat a bit more with him, but at the same time he was afraid to do this, since he did not want to push him. He nodded and smiled. "Of course, it is getting pretty late," Arthur said as he followed the other whom was heading to the door. "Yes, but I'll be fine," 'Collin' said and winked at Arthur, he took a step outside and breathed in the chilly air of midnight. "Thank you for listening, Doctor..." He mumbled, not turning around to face him. Arthur was surprised to hear this, "I don't know what you are thanking me for Collin." The blond man nodded and walked down the steps till he reached the sidewalk, there, turning around he grinned at Arthur. "Thank you for not giving up on us," he said before walking away from the house.

Arthur stood there, dumbfounded. He had heard from many of the psychologists that Alfred visited gave up on him after the second week and had sent him to the psychiatrist. They all had went to the last resource... Drugs. Apparently, Alfred did not want this, because every time he was told to visit a psychiatirst, he just turned around and looked for another person who would help him, he kept looking until he found him. Alfred had found Arthur about two months ago, on a rainy, cold day. He had been tired from his previous patient, a forty year old man who was having doubts about his confidence. Maria had announced that the last patient had arrived not so long ago. He told her to let him pass. That day Alfred walked into his office bringing with him a young, enthusiastic, and fun aura around him. He seemed just like a regular University student, but he was wrong, soon he started noticing the problems he had, like how he avoided at all costs to talk about himself or anything involving a father figure or sexual related stuff...Arthur had been left intrigued after his visit, almost every person likes to talk about themselves and the personal achievments they had made in their short period of life. There was something about the guy who just draw Arthur in, he wanted to know more, he wanted to help, he desired to help him and he will. No matter how long it will take him, Arthur will stand true to his beliefs and try every way possible to help Alfred Jones.


**NOTES**
Ok, first of all thank you so much for reviewing, story alerting, and favorite this story, it means a lot to me.

So this chapter is mostly just the talk between Arthur and one of Alfred's personalities hence the name of the story. Now what is a Multiple Personality Disorder? Well is a disorder that a psychiatric diagnosis that describes a condition in which the person displays multiple distinct identities or personalities (known as alter egos or alters), each with its own pattern of perceiving and interacting with the environment. Yes, this is the disorder dear Alfred has been diagnosed with by 10 different psychologists, it can be cause by extreme event in the individual's early childhood that might cause a sever trauma or other traumatic events in the individuals life. Sounds bad doesn't it? Lot's of psychologist would find this disorder to be a thing to control with drugs and the usual one-on-one talk. But in this story Alfred won't take any medications and just be on the talking method with Arthur.

Now on to Collin. Yes, I choose the name Collin and I still don't know why, it just suddenly popped in my mind in the middle of History class, can you believe that? Random isn't it? Anyway, Collin is the 17 year old personality of Alfred, in a more extreme way, Collin is kind of the contrast of normal happy-go-lucky Alfred. Although he does smile, there is something sarcastic about it, and just different from the real Alfred. The personalities don't have last names, they just have names and vary between ages. Collin is a daredevil and likes to get his point across, you can say he is the 'dominant' or 'confident' part of Alfred... I don't know you guys tell me! On that note, if you are wondering if Alfred knows this personalities exist inside of him, my answer is you will find out as the story moves on.

There is a movie I kind of based this story on, but mostly it's my obsession with psychology that has me writing this story. I'm taking Psychology AP this year and I'm enjoying it so far, it's just so interesting... Oh by the way, I will try to update the story once a week, mostly on the weekends cause I have more time to actually type it and get in contact with my beta, but if I fail to do this, is either because some terrible virus affected my lovely laptop, I am drowning in homework (I will expect this to be the reason most of the times), or something pop up and I have to do stuff that weekend.

Ok guys so now that I bored you with useless information about my life and useful information about this story, I shall let you go! Please review, any questions? Any mistakes? Any suggestions? I will accept anything! Thank you for reading and I shall see you all next chapter! Bye~