Feliciano Italy Vergas woke up with a smile plastered to his face. He always did.

To be honest, he had no idea how his jaw muscles knew to automatically twitch into that exact position while he was asleep, but hey, who was he to question it?

Probably one of the many other reasons I'm insane, He chirped to himself cheerfully.

He looked around him, all sleepiness gone already. Feliciano had fallen into the habit of waking up early.

He had no idea what time it was, as his stupid room had no clock (apparently they distressed some people), but he guessed it to be around 6:00, maybe 6:30. Good. Wake-up wasn't until 7:00 p.m. He had some time to kill.

As he stared at the four plain walls surrounding him, he couldn't help but register how bleak it was. That white color was really boring. It gave Feliciano an unsettled feeling, like it was a blank canvas that he needed to paint.

Speaking of painting... His fingers craved for his beloved paint-brush but he knew that no way in hell would anyone let him have it: the staff tried to keep the patients as far away from their old hobbies as possible.

"Erasing the past, creating the future," was their motto. That meant basically that Feliciano had to give up on his old hobbies, like art and music, and find new ones just in case his old ones sparked bad memories or habits.

Originally they wanted him to give up cooking too, but after a nervous breakdown on his part they decided to let him continue.

Still smiling, Feliciano ran a hand through his shaggy brownish-red hair and giggled when, as usual, one curl jumped out of place at once.

With a loud yawn he blinked away the slight drowsiness remaining in his amber colored eyes and finally steeled himself to stop smiling.

It took him a few seconds to send the proper messages to his brain, but sure enough his grin wavered, then vanished.

Feliciano sighed, rubbing his cheeks. Sometimes he didn't notice when he continuously smiled and had to remind himself to stop, lest he freak people out. The last thing he needed now was to end up like that creepy Russian dude...

Shoving the thought out of his mind, he energetically bounced out of bed and pulled on his mandatory outfit. It took him little time, as there was no belt, no zippers, no buttons, practically nothing to waste time on.

After finishing that, he debated on what to do. He still had a little time left before his orderly, Roderick (or Rocky as Feliciano called him) came to take him to the cafeteria for breakfast.

He wondered what today's schedule would be like.

Probably another session with , he thought.

Dr. Green was his psychiatrist. He was a kind, patient and understanding man, and Feliciano could admire him because of it, but that didn't mean necessarily that he had to like him.

The Italian snorted just thinking about him. No doubt, Dr. Green was a nice guy, but Feli would rather keep his thoughts and emotions to himself thank you very much.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed his room's camera zooming in on him. He waved a few times, making funny faces and funny hand-gestures.

Security was probably laughing their asses off right now at his antics, but he didn't care.

It was nice actually interacting with something alive in his room, even if it was a pantomimed, one-sided security-directed conversation. Other than himself, that security camera was the only other thing in his room Feliciano could interact with.

The Italian couldn't remember the last time he had had a roommate. The orderlies had decided he was 'too dangerous', so here he was, living solo.

Course, he wasn't the only person without a roommate (Francis also bunked alone) but that didn't improve his mood much: Francis humped anything that moved, it was only logical no one was assigned a bed near him.

He, on the other hand though, was way more respectful of boundaries than that old frog. Sure, he could get a little clingy, or overly affectionate at times, and the last time he had a roommate it hadn't really ended well, but still. That was ages ago!

Feli sighed and sat back on his bed.

He wanted company, and he wanted it right now.

Maybe when Rocky comes I can ask him if I can have a roomie, He thought. After all, I'm way more developed than...last time.

This idea cheered him up considerably, so when the door creaked open, Feli leapt off his mattress and bounded enthusiastically towards it.

"Hey Rocky!" He cheered. "I missed you!"

And he wrapped the man in a tight embrace.

It took him exactly 33 seconds though to realize that the person he was hugging wasn't in fact Rocky. Or a man.

Then he also remembered the strict "Don't touch" policy.

He quickly stepped back, finding himself face-to-face with a flustered, timid looking foreign girl with long brown hair and big innocent eyes. She seemed to be an orderly judging by her clothes.

Now that he thought about it, Feliciano was pretty sure he had seen her around, but never bothered to learn more about her.

He gave her a huge smile, larger than the one he would have normally given her, since she was especially cute.

"Hi, pretty lady! I'm Feliciano but you can call me Feli ~vee?"

The girl blushed and performed a funny little bow, all the while saying something rapidly in another language.

"I don't know whatever it is that you spoke!" Said Feli happily.

The girl flushed red, and then repeated herself in English:

"Hello. I am Xiao Mei Taiwan. You can call me Mei."

"Ciao! Where's Rocky?" Feliciano asked, secretly hoping he had been transferred or something. If he, Feli, ended up with this friendly seeming girl, he wouldn't complain in the least.

As long as Francis doesn't get hold of her.

Mei straightened up and said in a voice similar to someone reading from a teleprompter:

"Your assistant, Roderick Brown, has peacefully retired after many years of service at the Hetalia Asylum. He said he couldn't handle the stress any longer, and he gives you his wishes and regrets that he could not stay longer."

Feliciano was disappointed. Rocky was nice. Cool, even. But what really upset him was the fact that he was being lied to. It was obvious that Rocky had quit, not 'peacefully retired'.

And Feliciano suspected that he himself was the reason for Rocky's stress.

"So you'll be my new orderly?" He asked hopefully, giving her his legendary puppy eyes.

She laughed.

"No, Feliciano. I am only here to introduce to you your new caretaker."

"Another pretty lady?" Asked Feli, eyes pleading.

She shook her head, lightly giggling.

"Sadly not. Feliciano, meet Ludwig."

She stepped back, and a new figure stepped in front.