Narrator's POV

"A-America!" England screamed as he watched the fist collide into the mattress next to his head. America blinked and shook his head. He looked at the terrified Brit under him and took his fist away. England was breathing deeply and trembling just a bit. They looked into each other's eyes and hugged. America closed his eyes and held England close as the smaller nation buried his face into America's chest.

"I'm sorry, Arthur. I-I thought I saw a spider." America lied. England let out a sigh; seeming to believe the American and nodded against America's chest. America felt England tense up at something, and looked down at the Brit.

"Arthur, I've been meaning to ask. Are you okay?" America said. England looked up at America.

'Tell him. No, don't tell him! It's for the best Arthur! Don't do it!' So many voices in England's head, and he had to choose which to follow. He shook his head and looked around trying to find anything that would lead him in the right direction. America raised a brow and snapped in front of England's face. England smacked his hand away.

"No, stop!" England shouted as he pulled at his hair. America watched the scene in front of him unfold. There was most definitely something wrong with England, but what was it. England screamed and closed his eyes.

"That's it!" America shouted. He grabbed England by the arms and pinned him on the bed. England was squirming.

"Arthur look at me, now!" America yelled. England looked at America as tears streamed down the sides of his face. America looked at the tears coming from England and frowned. America could feel another mental episode coming soon.

"Arthur, you need to listen to me. Tell me the truth, and I mean all of it. What is going on?" America asked with a hint of frustration in his voice. England let out a shaky breath and looked the American in the eyes.

"A-Alfred, help me." England said as he was swept away into darkness. America shook England.

"Wake up! Damn it! Help you with what!" America yelled over and over. He growled and got off of England; punching the wall. America sighed and ran his hand through his hair. Something was going on, and he had no idea what it was. How could he be a hero if he didn't know how to help? America growled again and huffed. He mentally face palmed himself for not seeing anything earlier, and looked back at England.

"I guess I need some help then." America said to himself angrily as he walked downstairs and grabbed his cell phone. He dialed a number and waited for the person on the other end to pick up.

"France? Yes, it's America. I need your help."

It took a while for France to arrive at America's house, but he did. America was pacing in the living room trying to think of reasons for England's behavior when France walked in.

"May I ask why I was called upon such short notice?" France asked America. America looked at him and sighed in relief.

"More like see for yourself." America said.

"Honhon, even better." France said as he walked with America up the stairs. America shook his head and opened the door to the bedroom England was in.

"Angletarre," France asked, "what is he doing here still and why in your bed?" France looked at America with a smirk. America wanted to punch France, but instead shook his head no. France nodded and walked into the room. England stirred in his sleep.

"So, what is going on?" France asked. America looked at the Frenchman and sat in a chair.

"This will take a while to explain." America said.

"Try me." France said as he sat down.

It had been a couple hours and already America could tell France knew. He knew everything that was going on then, and everything that would take place. France looked at England and frowned.

"You said he has been talking to himself, yes?" France asked America. America nodded.

"I do not think it is to himself." France stated. America looked confused.

"I knew it was possible, but I thought it was just a phase when he was younger. Arthur is schizophrenic." France said. America blinked.

"Come again?" America asked.

"Schizophrenic." France said.

"Care to explain?" America asked. France sighed and explained to America what being schizophrenic meant. America sat in his seat wide eyed. He gulped and looked at England. When he looked at England, he felt a serious urge to hurt someone. He couldn't believe England! England knew he could trust America, the hero, and yet decided not to tell him. That did it. America was going to show the small country what would happen when he didn't want the hero's help.

"Thanks France you can leave now." America said as he practically pushed the Frenchman out of the house. France drove away and America slammed the front door shut.

"Britain!" America yelled angrily. He would only address England as Britain when he was seriously pissed, which rarely happened. England blinked awake and looked around the bedroom. The voices had died down for now, and he was glad. He heard America yell and got up to go to the American. He walked downstairs still a bit paranoid, and went into the living room. America pinned him to the wall. England's eyes widen.

"A-America?" England asked; not liking the look in America's eyes.

"Schizophrenia! You have Schizophrenia?!" America asked. England gulped and nodded.

"Why didn't you tell me! I can't believe you England!" America shouted. Before England had time to answer, he was thrown onto the couch and heard America unfolding a paper.

"W-what is that?" England asked as America looked at the phone number written on the paper and dialed it.

"A phone number France gave me." America said as he held the cell phone to his ear.

"T-to where?" England asked. America looked at England as the other end of the call was received.

"Hello, this is the NCIA, National Crisis and Instability Asylum, how may we help you?" A woman said.

"Hello, this is the United States of America, and I have a country here that needs help." America said as he walked away into the kitchen. England's eyes widen and he ran into the kitchen grabbing the phone. America's unstable side took over more than it already had and he pushed England away roughly. England hit the wall and landed on the ground. America shook with guilt. He gave the address quickly and disappeared into his bedroom; locking the door behind him.

It happened quickly, and then it was all over. They came and took England with them. America heard it all from his bedroom. England screamed and thrashed around when they tried taking him. He screamed for America, and America never came. Soon enough, the house was silent again. England was gone, and America was left alone.

America's POV

I stood in front of my mirror for a moment. I was thinking about what had just happened. England was taken away all because of me, and my stupid self. I could of told him I was unstable before. I would of most likely had the same fate, but England wouldn't have been hurt by me again. I say again because he has been hurt by me so many times before. I looked at my reflection and punched the mirror; making it shatter.

"Nice going, villain." I said to myself as I started to get ready for the meeting.

England's POV

Everything was either gray or white. All of the halls, beds, and whatever else you could consider to be in an asylum were all either gray or white. I looked around the hall I was being escorted down. It was so quiet, and I did not like it. I knew what this place was. Almost every country knew what this place was. I was the first country to be checked into this place, and I was alone again. There were soon to be others too. I knew all this because I knew everyone. France had Antisocial Personality Disorder. (Antisocial Personality Disorder is a mental health condition in which a person has a long-term pattern of manipulating, exploiting, or violating the rights of others. This behavior is often criminal.) That's one of the reasons he was always in everyone's business. He could control it a bit better, but soon enough they would be present.

All countries could control their ways better. It was one of the plus sides to being a country. We were stronger in both the mind and the body, but sooner or later everything would come crashing down on us and we would have no other choice. Now, for some other countries. (I will be putting more countries in the chappies to come) Scotland had been dealing with the remains of Bloody Mary in his mind. I do not understand why I was not left to deal with her in my mind, being my queen, but I guess it is because we are close brothers. No one has seen Scotland for years except me, and every time I do it is the scariest thing ever.

Canada had Panic Disorder. (People with panic disorder have sudden and repeated attacks of fear that last for several minutes. Sometimes symptoms may last longer. These are called panic attacks) I don't know about America. Then again, I never much spent any time with him to know. I feel like I need to be scared here. Something about this place is off. I don't feel like I should trust anyone or anything at the moment. It's all too… perfect.

A/N: So now we got the asylum becoming known in the story. Trust me when I say we have so much more. This story has yet to begin.