Fallen

Summary: England falls down a literal plot hole and must go through as many prompts as he can in order to go dig himself up to the surface.

Note: Many ships are going to sail and sink FrUk, UsUk, AsaKiku, it's an entire English Armada and a lot of AUs are going to be here.

(If you want a certain ship to come up, just suggest them!)

As requested by Sue the Tsundere, a friendship between England and Switzerland where they run into each other at anger management therapy! I hope you enjoy this! (Ps. I am so sorry if this isn't what you wanted but well, I couldn't really ask for details seeing as you're a guest.)

Chapter 11: I Feel Pretty…?

England ate the last of the meat pie. He needed to take a short break. Beside him, the sketchbook lay open, showing the night sky light with flames and silhouettes flying around. The next drawing showed the image of him and Romano looking at each other with the setting sun behind them, the horns and the wings prominent and emphasized.

He gulped back the water and sighed. "Hey, Scones, I've spent way too much time on those, but at least it turned out the way I wanted to,"

He glanced at the violin. "Right I should play it sometime, it would be nice instead of the unnerving silence yes?"

As expected the doll didn't answer, merely gazing at him with its plastic eyes and set features. He reached out to pet it. The bracelet shining in the light, catching his eyes for a second the maple leaf and the feather making him wonder about what the next item will. He glanced at the poster. Well he might as well enjoy another one, make more memories and such. He can't stay stuck inside for too long.

With that in mind, he strode toward the poster purposefully. How interesting, apparently he meets a person who is taking anger management therapy. Seems simple and straight forward, so why does he have a feeling he'll be going through plenty of stress? England shrugged and pushed through.

This time he fell in a waiting room. He's wearing his earring and he can feel the weight of both the necklace and the bracelet on him though they're covered up. A quick peak in his long sleeves made him realize that his tattoos are there too. He can bet that the angel wing tattoo is there on his back too. He knows he doesn't have his magic here which while saddening, isn't that much of a stretch considering his job. England reached into his pocket and cracked open the notebook.

'Name: Arthur Kirkland

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Occupation: Journalist/Author

Backstory: A journalist with a sketchy past, he bears the reminders of what he was as a teenager. As a poor child under a broken home, he used to be part of a gang in order to bring in money. However thanks to an English teacher who inspired him, he now does articles and spreads awareness on various topics such as anxiety or stress. He has also written a book on his experiences titled, 'In the Eyes of an Outlier.'

Note: Arthur tries to separate himself from his past by being polite and acting gentlemanly.'

So he's meant to have his tattoos and jewellery here, with a different meaning. Well, that's something at least. He checked his watch, not knowing what he's supposed to be doing. As a journalist, he's obviously here for something. But it could also be a personal thing.

As he checked his bag for a planner, a man rushed past him, his face set in a frown and his shoulder length blond hair fluttered behind him. Arthur pulled out the planner and moved to open it. The man bumped into Arthur and he turned around to scowl at him, green eyes narrowed at him angrily. Out of surprise, Arthur dropped the planner, the little blue notebook lying face down on the floor.

"Watch where you're going," He said sternly, turning around to rush for what can presumably be his appointment. His boots stepped over the planner, leaving it with foots prints all over it.

Arthur sighed. He bent down to pick up the note book, mumbling to himself, "There's the person with anger management therapy." That person… His eyes widened, that was Switzerland's counterpart!

He held a hand over his mouth. Supressing a grin, Arthur couldn't help but snort. The man's getting anger management therapy! His mind summoned the image of Switzerland. The man does need to learn a few calming tricks considering how adamant about neutrality and how willing he is to use a gun when angry. His younger sister, Liechtenstein, is the only one he knows Switzerland won't shoot.

He flipped open his planner to see a date encircled along with the words, 'Research on anger and anger management. Talk to Kiku Honda*'

Arthur flipped through it to follow the asterisk he most likely placed there for a more detailed account. 'Talk to Kiku Honda on questions such as portraying anger and healthy anger management in media as well as books for reference on anger.'

He must be writing an article on anger issues and anger management then. Oh, there's a list of questions. Good on him then, no need to worry about what to ask. With that in mind he walked to the receptionist and talked with them. The receptionist was apparently Taiwan's counterpart, smiling as she spoke to him about the fact that Mr Honda will be available after his current session with one of his patients.

"Alright, I'll be waiting then," He replied, "Have a nice day,"

He sat down and began to go through whatever notes he has in his back, finding a pen in there as well as his valuables. He scanned through another notebook, a dark green one with a simplistic silver vine design around it. Arthur flipped through it finding doodles and poems written by him to kill time. Flipping through the pages he's also found notes from interviews and such which were obviously for articles.

The Switzerland counterpart walked passed him, not even looking at where he sat, instead marching for the door in a calmer and much more sedate pace than when he had bumped into him. Arthur took that as his cue to approach Kiku- Mr Honda, Arthur reminded himself, this isn't the emperor on the moon he's meeting with but an anger management therapist.

There he found Mr Honda walking to meet up with him and the world faded to black.

The world came back into view with him sitting in a library with a laptop open in front of him and notebooks on his side, open with research notes. However, he knew he needed to get a book from here seeing as it said 'Look in the self-help section.'

With a sigh, he walked there, glancing and scanning titles, he found one that piqued his interest. He reached out to grab it only for another hand to reach out as well. He turned to look to see who it is and found himself staring face to face with Switzerland's counterpart.

"Oh, it's you," He muttered, his green eyes boring into him. "I would like to apologize for my actions earlier this day,"

Arthur smiled at him pleasantly, "Oh, it's no worries, it's understandable considering the fact I was standing in the middle of the hallway."

The man pulled out the book they reached for, "Here, as an apology, you can borrow the book first,"

"Ah," Arthur waved, "Please, you borrow it, I can get it later,"

The man scowled, "Just take the damn book, you don't have to be so polite,"

"Well," Arthur said through gritted teeth, while maintaining his smile, "I don't need to get it immediately, and you probably are in more need of it than I, so take it,"

He glared at him, "Take. The. Book."

Arthur leaned in close, "How. About. You. Take. It?"

The two were locked in a staring contest, the book between them, Switzerland's counterpart holding onto it tightly on one end while his own hands were on the other end.

Arthur bit his lip. His eyes darted downward to the tattooed flowers peeking out from his sleeves, reminding him off the play with Francis. Ah, he should probably step down before things escalate to a physical fight. He looked at the Switzerland counterpart in the eyes, waiting for any sign of wavering.

Instead all he saw are focused eyes that lit up with determination. He sighed. "How about we compromise? You can sit with me and we share the book?"

He watched the man debate about this internally before he loosened the tension and nodded his head. "Alright, I can do that,"

Arthur headed to the table, trusting the man to follow him.

He sat down and offered the seat beside him. "Oh, uh, I just realized I haven't got your name,"

The man set down the book, glancing at him and scanning him before finally speaking, "Vash Zwingli,"

"Nice to meet you, Vash, I'm Arthur Kirkland." He stretched out a hand.

Vash reached to shake his hand, "Ah, nice to meet you,"

"Shall we start?" He replied.

They used the book together, read chapters and in Arthur's case, making notes.

"Hey, back when I first bumped into you…Why were you there? You obviously don't have any sort of…problems," Vash began unsure how to start a conversation.

Arthur hummed as he moved to turn the page. "I had an appointment for an interview,"

Vash scanned the page current page, "I see, so you're a journalist huh?"

"Yes, I am. What do you do?" He asked, writing something down.

"Ah…I used to an army sniper, now I-I I'm simply,"

"You don't have to go on if it makes you uncomfortable," Arthur cut in, sensing how uncomfortable he is.

Vash nodded his head, checking the time he stood up. "Ah, I'll have to go now,"

Arthur bit his lip before writing down his phone number and ripping the paper out. "Here, if you ever need anything, then don't be afraid to call me okay?"

Vash stared at the paper before taking it with a nod. "Ah, I'll keep that in mind,"

The world faded to black and Arthur took a deep breath. For a moment he wonders how this will go. He hasn't interacted much with Vash. (England wonders how Switzerland is doing with his younger sister. England and Switzerland has been close, he made sure Switzerland maintained his neutrality and he hoped to be as helpful to his friend as he will be to his counterpart.)

The world came back to the library, this time he has a laptop with him and Vash walks in holding another book.

They stayed like that. Silent and comfortable as they did their respective work, Vash would sometimes speak and Arthur would listen but that was much it. Vash had yet to call him but he's fine with that, he knows personally how stubborn the man can be.

Soon their short talks became about each other and their interests, Vash speaking about his younger sister and Arthur talking about the tattoos on his arms. Arthur learnt that Vash lived with his younger sister due to the fact they are orphans and Vash was getting better with his anger issues. Soon Vash didn't need to go there. Vash sighed, unsure what to do now that he's fully recovered, he has to do something to be able to support him and Lili.

He glanced at the phone, where he knew Arthur's number is in. With a gulp, he picked up the phone and called.

"Hello?" Arthur asked, as he picked up the phone.

"Ah, it's me, Vash,"

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Oh, it's great of you to call me,"

Vash cleared his throat and sighed, beginning the conversation of asking for help. He explained his situation and Arthur listened patiently, before he spoke, "Hmm, you did mention that you wanted to teach someday, the amount of things to take into account when you were a sniper meant you had to know your physics right?"

"Maybe P.E or Math?" Vash asked, loosening up as he recalled that idea that seemed so far away. It was something he once thought of as a child before getting into the army. He never thought that perhaps he could actually pursue that thought and dream.

"Hmm, it's up to you, what subject can you take talking about?" Arthur asked.

Vash replied with a thoughtful tone, "P.E sounds like less of a hassle, but physics would be my best bet,"

"Well, now you know what you could be doing what are you waiting for?" Arthur asked.

Vash paused, "…I- Thank you, Arthur. How about I introduce you to Lili sometime? She's been curious about 'Big brother's new friend',"

Arthur chuckled, "That would be nice. I've heard a lot about Lili. I'll help you job hunt for teaching jobs but you know, there's never enough,"

"Right," Vash said, his tone giving away his amusement, "Bye,"

The phone clicked and the world faded to the room, the bracelet adding another charm, this time in the form of a target circle, the four lines pointing into the middle of the circle, a small reminder of his friendship with Vash.

England smiled, short lived as it is, it was a nice and simple friendship. It reminded him of his own friendship with Switzerland, they used to be close but now they're not as close as they once were. That friendship made him aware of this. Maybe once he gets back he can renew their friendship again?

(It puts a perspective on how much he never really knew his fellow countries and how much he wonders if it will change. The plays remind him so much of their counterparts, he has to wonder about them. Will he change his demeanour? Will he start trying to know them like he knew their counterparts in here? In a way, he is lonely. He's not a country and this room is both a blessing and a curse because it makes him acutely aware of how much he actually cares about the outside world and his fellow nations.)

Ah! That took a long while! Sue the Tsundere, I hope this fits what you were requesting, I had quite the hard time with this seeing as Switzerland is such a hermit in the anime. (Thank goodness history says otherwise between these two or I would've been stuck forever!) I was pretty stuck on this one and I didn't know what to do for them to actually be friends, but I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

To Amanda, (if you actually are still reading this fic :P): Do you want it to be a romantic sort of office drama boss x employee situation or a close friendship? Please tell me so I'm sure to write what sort of relationship beyond the boss-employee part!

(On a side note, the title was a joke on the song that the movie Anger Management played at the end since my dad likes to sing it a lot.) Anyway, I hope you all have a nice day! (Or night!)