A/N: Here's Chapter 2! Thank you so much for all of the review and alert/favs, even if it's only been a day. This is kind of a filler chapter, but there's a cliffhanger for you, plus Arthur and Alfred meet. And Ludwig is a doctor! Yay! He helps crazy people, too! Enjoy. :)

Oh, and Katherzig is Ludwig's last name here, since it can't be Beilschmidt for certain reasons. The nurse is random, unimportant OC.

Disclaimer: Shut up. Stop rubbing it in that I don't own Hetalia.


Dr. Kirkland had been filling out paperwork all morning. He just couldn't catch a break. He decided that he would take on all five cases that landed on his desk that morning, and the transfer papers and note taking and various other medical papers just wouldn't stop flooding in. It seemed that for every one sheet he finished, five more would appear on his desk. Arthur hadn't had this much work since he first started working at the hospital, and coincidentally since he stopped smoking, so he decided that a ten-minute break outside was just what he needed.

Arthur checked the time on his watch: 11:43 am. Perfect. The five new teens were supposed to arrive at the facility at exactly noon. That gave Arthur plenty of time to go outside and light up a fag. Lord knows he needed it.

He got up from his chair and strolled out of his office, giving the nurse at the front desk a polite nod and smile and an explanation as to where he was headed. As soon as he got past security and stepped outside, he was reminded once again about why he chose to live in New York. It had rained all morning, it seemed and Arthur was all but basking in the fresh smell of the world around him. It felt just like he was back in England. If there was one thing Arthur loved, it was the smell of the Earth after a heavy rain. Rain wasn't dreadful to him, rather it gave him gentle taste as to what inner peace felt like.

He pulled out the carton of fags he always kept in his coat pocket (he knew he wouldn't give up smoking that easily, so he kept a stash in his pocket) and lit it up. He took a drag and watched the grey smoke billow and curl in the cleansed air around him. He thought back to his life in England; of the family he left behind for America. His lovely mother with her warm smiles and beautiful green eyes, so similar to his own. His father's gentlemanly, yet always charming attitude and constant praise for all of his son's accomplishments. His four older brothers, and their kind, yet almost too polite behaviour towards him. How he missed them, especially now, standing in the wake of a rain shower that never failed to swath him in reminders and memories. He didn't even realise when the fag burned out and slipped from his fingers. How a few tears escaped his eyes and travelled down his pale cheeks.

Arthur stood there for a few more minutes, lost in his memories, until a line of cars pulled in past the front gates of the facility. He realised that he had stayed outside too long, and quickly straightened himself out before walking back inside to his office.


Arthur finished off the remaining papers on his desk with a flourish of his pen and stood from his place to hand them in to their respective recipients. He secretly hoped to get a glimpse at the teenagers he would be working with in the halls. He got to the front desk and asked the nurse there for an update.

"So, have the new kids settled in yet?" Arthur asked with a smile, handing over his papers.

The woman blushed and took them, turning to organise them, and answered, "Yes. They're currently being given a tour of the facility. It shouldn't take that long, so they'll be shown to their rooms soon, I suspect." she put the last paper into its respective folder and turned to face him again.

Arthur chuckled and said, "Anything else I need to sign? I'd like to know before my hand falls off."

The nurse laughed back and said, "Well, there isn't anything you need to sign, but you should know that it's been decided that you can't take all of those kid's cases. You'll be working with Dr. Katherzig." she said. "He'll be taking French boy, the Spanish boy, and the German boy personally, and you'll have the twins. But, all of them will see both of you for certain other problems they happen to have.

Arthur nodded and thanked her with a charming smile. He rather enjoyed working with Ludwig Katherzig, so that was good. And he got the twin's cases! He smiled all the way back to his office and waited for the teen's scheduled lunch. He would make his appearance and meet them, then. Arthur was rather excited for once, and ignored the swirling feeling in his gut that was telling him something was wrong.


The nurse from the front desk called his office phone and informed him that the teens were in the canteen for lunch, and that Dr. Katherzig was going to meet them. Arthur said a quick "thank you" and hung up before getting up and fixing his appearance. He walked down the halls to the canteen and peeked inside the doors. In the table farthest from him sat three mischievous looking boys, who Arthur identified as Gilbert Beilschmidt, Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo, and Francis Bonnefoy. At the table next to them were Matthew Williams and Alfred Jones. Arthur had seen pictures of Alfred, but the second he laid his eyes on Alfred, something clicked in his brain.

Alfred F. Jones looked so familiar, that it almost made him want to call his mother and ask her if she knew any blond, blue-eyed American boys and if he had ever met them, too. The messy, golden-blond hair, the sky-blue eyes hidden by glasses, the tanned skin and muscular build; everything. It was all so familiar to Arthur, to the point where he could just guess what the boy smelled like and how his arms felt around his body. The familiarity crashed over him like a wave, and before he knew it, he was practically sprinting across the room to stand in front of Alfred. He looked up from his food and right into Arthur's green eyes. Arthur smiled and stuck his hand out, hoping the boy would take it and recognise him, too.

"Hello! I'm Dr. Arthur Kirkland and I'm going to be yours and your brother's personal therapist here. You may call me Arthur, though."

Alfred took Arthur's hand in both of his and shook it with a sunny smile. He spoke with a tiny trace of a southern accent.

"Hi, I'm Alfred F. Jones. And the kid next to me is my twin, Mattie. It's a real pleasure, Arthur."

The two of them smiled at each other.

A hidden pair of blue eyes looked upon the scene with malice and a hint of jealousy.


Arthur had reluctantly retracted his hand from Alfred's as Dr. Katherzig motioned him over. Arthur excused himself and walked over to meet the hulking, blond doctor.

"Hello, Dr. Katherzig. I hear we'll be working together?" he said.

"Yes. I'm pleased they put us together." Ludwig said.

"I am, as well. Shall we introduce ourselves to all of them, then?" he offered with a polite smile.

"Yes, of course. But…I have something I must inform you of, first." Ludwig said, a hint of nervousness in his tone.

"Yes?"

"I think Gilbert Beilschmidt is my little brother."