After Arthur's insult yesterday to his son, he thought he'll show him that Mathieu wasn't some disgusting "faggot" like he had shouted. "Mon douce, you're about to meet Alfred's papa, be a good boy oui? and if he scares you, tell me."

Arthur lay on his bed, with his head hanging over the side, he had refused to take any of the tablets and pills given to him, stashing them away in his spare socks. He was now happily talking to one of his faery friends, until he heard the door open and swiftly sat back up.

He pushed the door open, "Arthur, I'd like you to meet my little Mathieu." He introduced them to each other, encouraging the shy boy to go ahead and say hello.

Arthur stares at the boy and then up at Francis once more. "Why have you brought him here? Is this even allowed?"

"yes it is allowed, he's here to visit you, why wouldn't it be?"

"Because I'm pretty sure this isn't 'bring your son to work day'." Arthur looks back down at the boy. He supposed that the boy was rather cute, kind of girly looking though. Matthew blushed under the others unflinching stare and turns to his father for support.

"go on mathieu, go ahead and say hi," he smiled at his son, urging him forward while giving arthur the "watch your mouth" look.

With a determinded little look Matthew steps forward and bows a little awkwardly. "B-bonjour."
Arthur leaps up and grabs the little boys shoulders. "Don't you introduce yourself in that dirty language to me!" Matthew tears up at the harsh words and Arthurs heart softens, before he can stop himself he pulls the child that he only just met in to a hug. "Sorry..." He moves down so that he is on his knees and hugging Matthew is easier. By doing this Arthur accidently knocks his spare socks and some of the pills he was supposed to take come tumbling out, not that he notices.

He was about ready to rip the man off his son when he noticed how Arthur immediately noticed his sudden change in behavior, easing up a bit when he went to hug him. But it that feeling of ease didn't last long when he noticed the pills and tablets that were spilling out of the sock, realizing that they were the ones Arthur was suppose to take.

"I didn't mean to scare you." Arthur says when he lets the boy go. Nevertheless Matthew returns to his fathers side, not sure if he is safe around Arthur. Arthur himself looks up them both from his position on the floor. "Whats with that look Frog?"

"Mathieu, go wait outside with your nanny while i talk to Mr. Kirkland." He shooed him out quickly and the boy was rather happy to listen to his father, walking back to the waiting room where Eliz was waiting with an impatient looking Alfred. His face brightening up when he saw Mathieu coming towards him, but it fell once he saw the look on his face.

Matthew hugged Alfred, shaking a little. "Your Papa is so scary..."

Alfred pulled Mathieu into a hug, kissing him softly on the forehead, ignoring what his father had told him the other day. "I'm sorry, he's just sick. But your dad, i mean, our dad, will help him get better and we can be a big family. He's really nice though, it's just his sickness that's making him that way," he tried to explain to his "brother".

Matthew nods. 'Sickness' here was code for just about anything and he was no closer to understanding what kind of sickness made people act that way now as he was when his father had first told him that his job was to care for people with a special kind of 'sickness'.

Meanwhile Arthur stares up at Francis, and then his eyes slide to the trecherous sock. "Shit...I can explain..."

Francis looked down at the brit, shaking his head sadly, "there's not much to explain. I thought you were a man of your words, i guess it's not so."

Arthur scowls. "You can't take my friends away from me, its not fair, I don't care if you don't believe me. I'm not crazy, they exist and I won't let you take them away."

He let out a frustrated sigh. "I'm tired of dealing with you Arthur. You say you want to get better and so we're trying to help but you're not making any effort at all. You keep on trying to persuade yourself that you could live in this world where fairies, magical beings exist, and that you can't live without them when it's not like that at all. You try to secure, lock yourself up in that little world of yours when we're trying to help you out so that you can stand on your own two feet again and maybe live your life again instead of being in here day in day out. But, it seems our work isn't enough to do that, and it seems nothing here can help you. I'll have them transfer you soon, i'm done trying." And with that, he left to talk to the nurses, making sure to collect the hidden medicine and to lock the door behind him when he left.

Arthur sat on the floor, stunned. What just happened? He had never seen Francis so angry at him. "Francis I...I'm sorry..." His faery friend wipes a small tears. "Why won't he believe me? He saw her, he saw Jeanne I just know it and he still doesn't believe me...I..I don't want to go anywhere else." His faery friend nods, she understands, she knows that Arthur likes this doctor in more than one way, she promises to try and help and zooms out the door when the nurse retreats with his wasted meds. Once again, Arthur is utterly alone with a hole in his heart.

The doctor was found near the front desk, talking to his german colleague, nodding tirely, "I'm sure about it. I should've listened to you and taken the Braginsky case instead. You can go ahead and transfer him to the facility in Germany, maybe they can do him some good."

Though at first Ludwig had tried to ward Francis away, he quickly realized that there was something between them not unlike he and Feliciano. "Are you sure. Once he is transferred, he can not be brought back. Are you really ready to give him up?"

He thought about it for a moment, going over the past events and nodded, "Yes, I am sure. Can you change me to another case please? I don't want to take him on anymore while he's still here."

"As you please, but just so you know, I think you are making a big mistake." Ludwig fixes him with a serious gaze. "You love him, don't you?"

He shook his head, even if the voice in the back of his head disagreed with what he was about to say, "no, I do not. the only relationship between us is of doctor and patient and nothing more. And now that he is being transfer, there is nothing."

"You are a sad strange little man. I hope you come to your senses soon. Vhy don't you help me with Feli ja?" Ludwig hoped that if he saw their 'doctor-patient' relationship, he would realize just how he felt and admit it.

"Non, he is yours, i wouldn't want to disrupt things between the two of you. Ah, but how are things going there?" he asked, hoping it would switch the spotlight somewhere else but him for the moment.

Ludwig twitched, he grabs Frenchmens shoulder and forcefully steers him to Felicianos room. Imidiately the Italian jumps up and hugs Ludwig, arms wrapped around his middle. "Luddy~ You came twice today I'm so happy!" Ludwig pulls him off and locks the door, glad that being supervisor meant nobody asked why he had the skeleton key to the rooms. "Feli, this is Doctor Bonnefoy." Feliciano turns his head and smiles serenely, a strange little curl bobbing out at the side of his head as if it too felt his joy. "Ciao Doctor Frenchie-bagette-guy!"

"Bonjour Feli, it is a pleasure to meet you," he greeted the little italian in a happy voice. He was attacked with a hug himself but not the same one that was given to the german. They exchanged familiar greetings with each other, which were kisses on the cheeks, "I see you still remember how to kiss."

Arthurs head perked up, that was Francis' voice..in Vargas' room? And he said...Arthur shakes his head, he just misheard surely. In the room Feliciano smiles and promptly sits himself on Ludwigs knee. Having their private time interrupted with a guest clearly didn't bother him though the German blushed a little at the show of affection. "Grazie~ Are you here to give me the same kind of treatment as Luddy? Won't it hurt more with two people inside?"

He laughed, understanding what he mean when he was talking about his treatment. "Non, I don't think Ludwig would enjoy sharing. But if he does not mind, it can be quite fun," he said jokingly.

"Thats not what he means at all!" Ludwig blushes because it was. Feliciano gives him a curious look before getting up and bounding back over to Francis. "Can I sit on your lap then new big brother?"

"Of course! I'd love to have a cute little angel like you on my lap," he said, sitting down on the chair next to him and patting his thighs.

Feliciano yelps in joy and sits himself straddling Francis, nuzzling his chest and making odd little happy sounds. Ludwig shrugs, this generally normal behaviour, feeling just a little jealous.

"You are so cute! Just like a little puppy, Ludwig is so lucky to have you as his patient," he cooed.

"Si~ I love Luddy so much, he is my best friend, do you want to be my friend too?" Feliciano looks up with wide trusting eyes.

"Oui, if you'll let me," he replied, petting the other's head, accidentally touching the bouncy looking curl.

Ludwigs eyes widen and his body goes rigid but that is nothing compared to the reaction Feliciano gives. His cheeks flush, his body quivers and he lets out a long loud moan of pleasure. In his room Arthur lets himself cry. Why not? Noone was here to see him be weak. Burying his face in his pillow he curses and thinks about how much he hates hates hates that cheating Frog! Cheating?...no that was silly. Because the two of them weren't together and Arthur convinced himself that he liked it that way. Besides, Francis was getting rid of him, there was no hope for them, he'd rather have a soft little Italian anyway.

Francis perked up with interest, looking at ludwig questioningly, "does feli likes to be touched here?"

Ludwig nods. "For some reason, its a sensitive spot for him." He tells Francis over the Italians gasping and panting.

"Oh? what does this do?" he asked as he took hold of the curl and tug on it, eliciting a louder moan out of him as his body started to shake and he leaned into francis's body.

"H-hay, thats enough." Ludwig starts to feel his blood boil, he did not bring the Frenchmen here to be a pervert. From outside they can hear Arthur banging on his door and yelling, "Stop it stop it stop it!"

"Ah, desole, he is yours," he said, returning the italian to the german and ignored the outside noise.

"Francis you bastard!" Can clearly be heard before someone quietens the other down. Feliciano quivers against the Germans body, looking over at Francis in a shocked way, he didn't plan to get molested by a strange man today and whispers as such to Ludwig who rocks him and whispers soothing words in to his ear.

"I see I have gone too far, I apologise. I'll leave you two be?" he asked, once more ignoring the yelling of the brit. It wasn't a new thing anyways, he was just probably throwing one of his tantrums.

Francis." Ludwig says, standing up with the Italian clinging to him like a small child. He hands the key to him, this hadn't gone like he had hoped. Perhaps he was wrong about the two of them, Francis clearly did not hunger for the closeness that the German and the Italian felt.

"What is this for?" he asked, giving the keys a questioning look.

The Germany would have facepalmed if he could. "To unlock the door."

"For what?" he asked dryly. he knew exactly what ther german meant, but that didn't mean he was going to do what the german thinks he's going to do.

"Oh I don't know, leave this room, maybe enter another..." Ludwig strokes the Italians hair, rocking him calmly.

He nodded, taking the keys to unlock the room, opening the door before tossing the keys back to the german, "Thank you, I left a room, enjoy your time together." He closed the door behind him, calling for a nearby nurse, "Sedate him," he ordered her, walking the opposite way of Arthur's room.