Man, I'm updating on this chapter rather fast. I'm just obsessed! And its so hard for me to write on my other ones. But I promise, I am. I'm working hard to continue. Just, I hate writer's block!

Anyway, on with it!

Disclaimer-I do not own Hetalia, DANGET!

Alfred was vaguely aware of the fact that Ludwig had caught him as he fell to the floor. His gloved hands were now the only things keeping Alfred's body from seizing where he now sat.

His eyes remained glued to the wall, his name glaring back at him. He shook his head, shutting his eyes tight. "No! God no! No! No! NO NO NO NO NO!" He shrieked.

Ludwig's tender voice was attempting to comfort the man, telling him things would be all right. But Alfred was having none of it. Did he not see the man's name painted hundreds of times on the wall in Arthur's blood? Did it not ring odd to him that a pentagram had also been burnt into a spot next to his name?

This was some scary shit. And where the hell was Kiku? He had seen his car outside, right? How had he not come running when he heard Alfred's screams? There was no way he hadn't heard him.

"Its not real..." He jumped slightly at the voice, then realized it had come from him.

"Oh...its real..."

Alfred furrowed a brow at Ludwig's sinister voice. Why was he being so cruel? What happened to the gentle voice he had heard just a few moments ago?

His head slowly turned to find Ludwig still clutching tightly to him. His lips were curved into a tight smirk, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

He chuckled menacingly as Alfred attempted to wriggle from his grasp.

"Ludwig! What the hell is the matter with you?" Alfred demanded, desperation clouding his thoughts.

Ludwig didn't answer. His smile just grew wider as flames began to engulf his face, slowly melting it away to become that of a skull.

Alfred watched helplessly as the tendons, and muscles became evident, as well as bones. "Get off of me! Oh God! Help me!" He shrieked.

Ludwig laughed, his voice deepening to the point where Alfred was certain he was no longer the German man he had come to know.

"God can't help you now."

Alfred shut his eyes tight, crying out as his body trembled from the intense noise.

When he reopened them, he found he was no longer in Arthur's house. An overwhelmingly bright light greeted him, causing him to close his eyes once more, and slowly reopen them until they had adjusted.

There, he found Kiku, Ludwig, Gilbert, Ivan, and shockingly, Arthur standing over him.

"He's waking up!" Gilbert announced, smacking Ludwig violently.

"Ja! I see that! Now will you stop hitting me?" The German man demanded, sidling away from his brother.

A small smile crept over Arthur's face as he stepped closer to Alfred.

"Hey, old chap. You feeling all right?"

Alfred, still quite puzzled at the blonde's presence before him, slowly nodded his head. He was about to reach out to touch him, as if that would prove his existence, when he felt a resistance on his arm.

When he turned his head to the side, he found that his arms had been strapped down to the bed he was laying on, as were his legs.

Panic seeped throughout his tired muscles as he stammered out, "Wh-what the hell? Where am I?"

The four before him exchanged uncomfortable glances, begging the other to be the one to bear the news.

It seemed Kiku was the one with the most courage as he addressed the blonde.

"You're in the hospital. We...had you committed..."

The last sentence rang in his head for what seemed like ages. We...had you committed...

He was in the psych ward? What had happened? The last thing he remembered was finding his name plastered all over Arthur's bedroom. Now, he was in a hospital bed with Arthur- no longer dead- before him? Nothing made sense.

"You see," Kiku began. "After we hadn't heard from you in a while, Gilbert decided to come to your house, and force you out. When you didn't answer him, he knocked your door down."

Alfred watched as Gilbert shot him a sheepish glance, turning his gaze promptly away from him. "When I found you," Gilbert said, taking over. "You were carving some weird language into your arms with a broken beer bottle..."

Alfred looked once more to his arm. He hadn't noticed before, but just as Gilbert said, there, plain as day were bandages now soaked with blood coating his arms.

"No..." His voice sounded so broken, and weak. It tore into his own soul. They were right. Something was wrong with him. Maybe it was best he wasstuck here.

He felt a finger wipe a lone tear from his eye, and he looked up to find Arthur kneeling next to him.

"You'll be all right, chap. Just keep your head held high. We're all here for you."

Alfred furrowed a brow, not having heard a word the british man had spoken. "You...You're dead. How are you here right now?"

Arthur's eyes widened, clearly taken aback at his outburst. "What are you talking about? I'm right here."

Alfred shook his head. "No! I was at your house. There was blood all over." His frantic gaze then landed on Ludwig. "You! You told me Arthur was dead. You texted me. Remember?"

"Alfred...clearly he is not dead. You need to calm yourself..." Kiku began, the concern evident in his voice.

He felt as Arthur gently stroked his hair. "It was just a dream. You need not worry. I'm not going anywhere, all right?"

Alfred stared intensely at the man for a few moments, as if he would vanish before his eyes any minute. When he didn't, Alfred nodded, tears flooding his eyes again.

"You need to stop with this weird talking." Ivan spoke up. Even he looked uncomfortable. "You're starting to creep me out."

"Oh, why don't you go play in some snow, wanker? Can't you see he's stressed?" Came Arthur's impatient voice.

"I don't know what's happening to me, you guys..."

Alfred's shaky voice caused them all to focus on him once more. It was so unsettling to see the overly hyped man so calm. So broken. His once loud, showy voice had been reduced to almost a whimper as he spoke. It broke Arthur's heart to see him this way.

What was even more unsettling was how frail he looked laying on that accursed bed. He had lost so much weight. Arthur had noticed when they had first brought him to the hospital, as the paramedics lifted his shirt to see if any other wounds could be found, he could almost count every rib in his chest.

Anyone who knew the American knew his favorite thing to do was eat. Now, here he lay, reduced to having a feeding tube stuck into him just so he wouldn't starve to death.

"Hey, man. You're fine. You've got my awesomeness to stare at! Don't be so glum!"

Ludwig elbowed his brother in the side. Though he knew his intentions were undoubtedly good, Ludwig knew the last thing Alfred needed right now was Gilbert's endless banter.

Alfred, ignoring the man, sighed. He needed to tell them exactly what was going on. They already knew he was insane. What did he possibly have to lose?

"You all don't understand." As he turned his head back towards his friends, they noticed just how much of a shocking contrast his bright blue eyes made against the dark bags under them, that almost seemed like bruises. "I..." He stopped himself, unsure of how to voice his feelings. "It would be best...if you all left...don't come near me..."

Ludwig rolled his eyes. "Oh come on. Now you just sound pathetic. Don't le-"

"You don't understand! I'm dangerous now." His piercing eyes dug into Ludwig, making him hold his breath in alarm.

Arthur chuckled nervously. "Oh come on. Now you're being silly. You just need to talk to someone about everything."

"You don't get it!" Alfred exclaimed, his patience withering away. Why didn't they understand? If he could hurt himself so easily, and not even remember, who's to say he wouldn't do the same to one of them? He had already had a dream in which Arthur had died. What if that was a sign? What if he would kill Arthur?

He couldn't bear it. They needed to let him be. Did nobody understand that?

The room fell silent in apprehension. They waited until someone had the courage to speak, to voice an opinion.

Finally, Ivan was the one to break the silence. "No."

On his face, was his usual smile. At first, Alfred wondered if he got some sadistic satisfaction from watching the man suffer. However, as he continued to scrutinize the tall Russian, he noticed this was his way of telling him he was there for Alfred. No matter what.

Ludwig turned back to face Alfred once more, nodding in agreement. "Ja. We won't leave you."

Gilbert smirked at his brother, then at Alfred. No way in hell was he budging either.

Kiku merely bowed. "Hai. I will do what I can to help."

That left Arthur.

Alfred turned his pleading eyes on the man next to him. But Arthur just shook his head.

"Oh, bollocks. Do you really think I would ditch you right now? I didn't leave your side back when old frog face was treating you so unkindly, and I won't do it now either."

He paused when Alfred continued to look on in anguish.

"Besides, you can't hurt anyone while you're all strapped up. So let it go. You need us, so quit acting all brave. Its actually starting to piss me off."

Now that sounded more like Arthur. Alfred couldn't help but smile at this.

He did have a point. Its not like he could exactly harm anyone in his current state. And even if he was in fact no longer strapped to the bed, its not like he had the strength to overpower anyone right now.

Finally, he nodded slowly.

They continued to talk on for a while, updating Alfred on all he had missed in his fit to rid himself of the world entirely. Listening to all of them talk, Alfred almost forgot he was confined to a bed, that he was indeed insane.

Key word being, almost.

After a few more hours, a nurse entered the room with a plastic cup, and some pills in her gloved hand.

"All right, Mr. Jones. Its time for your medication." She smiled softly as he visibly winced at the word, 'medication'.

She then turned her attention to the others in the room.

"If you would please, visiting hours are over, and I'm sure Mr. Jones is rather exhausted." She paused as they all stared on at her. "You can come back tomorrow."

Reluctantly, one by one, the four stated their goodbyes. Arthur seemed the most unwilling to leave, as he pet Alfred's head soothingly one last time.

"You'll be all right. We'll be back first thing in the morning. Don't you worry."

And with that, they grudgingly left.

Alfred almost smiled at how resiliant they seemed. After everything that had gone on, they still cared for him. It seemed odd, and even now it was difficult to grasp.

Once the two were alone, the nurse fluttered over. "All right, Mr. Jones. Dr. Thompson believes we can take these restraints off now. I think you'd probably be a lot more comfortable without them." Her smile was soft and sweet.

Alfred noted the way she pursed her lips slightly as she unbuckled the thick brown straps on the bed. Her wavy brown hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, and her green eyes flashed to him a few times as she made meaningless conversation with him.

"Now, if you'll just sit up, I'll give you these pills for you to swallow. They should help you sleep."

He quickly obliged, thankful for the thought of sleep. A thought then occured to him after he had swallowed the second capsule. "Will I...dream with these?" The question seemed stupid to even him, and he wondered what flowed through the nurse's mind as her smile faltered for just a moment.

She quickly shook her head, regaining her calm demeanor once more. "No. You should sleep rather peacefully."

"Good." Came his weak reply. He let out a small sigh. He knew these pills weren't just a sedative. They were some anti-psychotic pills. But hey, if they helped, he wasn't sure he even cared at the moment.

His eyes caught the name on the small plate on her chest. "Herdervary...hm...what nationality is that name?"

Her eyes followed his to the nametag. She then grinned as she helped him lay back down in his bed. "Hungarian."

He knodded knowingly, and watched as her face began to blur before him.

Before he knew it, sleep had claimed him.

Soooo...Hopefully ya'll liked it. And see? No worries! Arthur didn't really die! I couldn't kill him off!...or could I?

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Just kidding...I couldn't.

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