He sighed; deeply aggravated by the stubborn idiot he was dealing with. Not only did the young man in question was being redundant, he also had that annoying look in his eyes.

No, he was not going to elaborate on such minor details.

He scoffed again trying to regain the patient's attention from the wooden door that would be the only exit. The British psychiatrist was at least glad that the idiot quickly returned his focus on him, without that annoying look he was giving earlier.

"Francis, I hope you are actually ready for our session." 'Because I really shouldn't be wasting my bloody time with an idiot' Arthur mentally added.

The patient merely gave a short chuckle. "Of course, mon Angleterre I'm---"

"You may only call me Dr. Kirkland." He quickly cut off the French man's sentence with a visible scowl on his features. Arthur oddly managed not to curse out loud for it was in protocol.

But the patient wasn't all that threatened or listening at the moment and simply laughed at the Psychiatrist. "So you prefer your human name to be used. Do not fret mon cher, I'll listen."The French frog simply smiled innocently.

"I simply prefer my name." The British psychiatrist simply twitched at the smile directed at him; how much he already hates that expression.

Before the patient could even utter another word, Arthur quickly started his bombardment of questions. Hopefully he could still have time for tea rather than waste them with this wanker.

x—x

He was not alone! Honestly France was utter glad that he was not the only nation that had reborn towards being perfectly human; Yes he was perfect mind you. But alas this was non other than the stubborn nation he always had fought battles with or simply disagreed.

This was the UnitedKingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland

Or simply England. Angleterre is a much preferred term by France (Well his language was the best of all, especially being the nation of L'amour).

Something was terribly wrong at the moment. Why couldn't England remember who he is and forcing him to actually use his rather endearing human name. It seems as though he was still alone, misjudged by people that surrounds him, even by a fellow nation.

But that never deterred France before.

After that long session that he obvious did not enjoy, France simply unwinds on his soft white bed surrounded by white washed walls. It wouldn't be surprising if anyone would have gone beyond insane because of the lack in taste of fashion and beauty.

Although the assisting staff of women was quite a remarkable sight.

He was almost succumb to sleep at the vivid mental image until he heard a light knock on his door. A young nurse had appeared with a shy smile with an oh so adorable uniform! But that lovely image was distorted by a man behind her with notable sourcils.

"I must be one lucky man to be visited by you, non?" France slowly sat up staring at the nurse (probably around her 20's) as she does her job; although he could feel a familiar death glare on his back. Angleterre never had changed that much.

Now that he realized it, has not changed at all! The only difference of England of now from before was the eyewear.

And for some odd reason he could feel a dozen curses and swears running faster than a bullet train aimed towards him.