I'm glad you guys are enjoying this story! Some of you might think of a certain picture of Canada when reading, and it's because I was inspired to write this story from that. :P Enjoy! And don't forget to review~ Thanks. :)
Chapter Three
"This, first of all, is the doctors corridor where all the doctors offices are housed," Canada spoke to America as they walked down the corridor. "There are about fifty rooms here in the corridor."
America watched as door after door passed by him and pictured for each of them to have the same scenery within them. A doctor's office is a doctor's office. "I see..." Ahead of him, he could see a break in the hallway, and there seemed to be a lot of sunlight. Alfred's mouth dropped open when he stepped out of the hallway into a beautiful glass dome.
"...Whoa." Canada looked at his surprise and laughed.
"What's wrong, Alfred?"
"Th-this place is HUGE! And beautiful!" And it really was beautiful. There were flowers and garden plants growing all around him and a light brown cobblestone walk path stretched out in front of him and curved with the plants.
"Haha~ I know. And I take care of everything all by myself. Every plant here belongs to me." Canada smiled. "No one is allowed to mess with them. But~" he paused.
"But...?"
"But there is a place where the patients can sit so they can get some sun. Come on, I'll show you!" Canada tugged America along the path and they curved once left and one more time right. Then they came upon a large opening. America gasped.
It was a meadow, a perfect circular meadow. Flowers of every color littered the grass and a small, reflective pond surrounded by decorative stones was on the far right. A single dove landed on the bamboo plants that grew beside the pond and it flapped its wings, as if to say hello to Alfred.
"Whoa... Matty. This place is amazing!"
"Do you like it? Really?" Canada asked shyly. "I wanted to do something for my patients, considering most of this beautiful place is for me," he laughed. "Everyone seems to like it here."
"Of course I like it. It's amazing! It would be nice to come out of the gloom of insanity to some sort of brightness..." America commented. He wouldn't mind coming here every morning.
"It's good you like it. You'll be staying here a while, so maybe it will fancy you to visit this place often."
America wasn't really paying attention to Canada. He was watching the dove clean it's feathers. It looked at him and cocked its head a bit, and then went back to cleaning itself. He looked to Canada.
"Hey, Matty?"
"Yes, Alfred? What is it?"
"That bird over there on there... Does it have a name?"
Canada looked around. "Bird...? What bird? I don't see one."
"Right over there, on the bamb- What the hell? Where did it go?" America had pointed in the direction where the curious bird had been, but now it was gone. "Huh. Musta flew away..." He looked around the dome, hoping to see it fly by.
Canada stared at America strangely, and then shook his head. "America, there are no birds in this dome. I don't allow for it, because I don't want them to eat my plants."
America turned to Canada, surprised. "Wait. Are you calling me crazy or something?" He thought this was stupid. It was only a bird, but still, it was strange for Matty to say he doesn't allow birds in the dome...
"Well, Alfred. You are in a mental hospital, after all. I'm not calling you crazy, exactly. It's okay, I accept your mental deficiencies." he smiled.
Alfred glared at him, but decided it wasn't worth the fight. His stomach growled, and he grabbed it. "Hey, Matty? Think we could move on to the cafeteria? I'm starving."
Canada looked at his watch and smiled. "Yes. It's the perfect time to show you the cafeteria. Lunch has just ended and everyone should be off doing their activities..."
"How is that perfect timing? We missed lunch!"
"Oh, Alfred. It's perfect for me, considering I don't want you to meet any of the other patients yet."
America just nodded. He wasn't sure why he wouldn't want for him to meet anyone yet, but he supposed that would be best. He wasn't sure what he should expect from people in an insane asylum.
"C'mon," Canada put a hand on Alfred's shoulder and began to pull him in the direction of the exit. "Let's go eat."
"So, this is the cafeteria, then?" Alfred and Matty were now sitting in the cafeteria at on of the circular, white cloth tables. Okay, so the cloth wasn't completely white. It seemed like people were allowed to write and draw on the cloth, given there was a large tub of art supplies underneath a window.
"Mhm. Indeed it is. What does it remind you of, eh?"
Alfred looked around. All the walls were painted to mimic a sort of playground, complete with painted playing equipment and paint children running around, enjoying their creative world. "Well, it reminds me of a pre-school in a way..."
"Exactly! I wanted my patients to feel young and happy, so I decided to do something that would facilitate the memories of their childhood. They are also allowed to draw on the table clothes. In't that fun?"
"Yeah, it's wonderful," Alfred didn't know about this place making him feel young and happy. It kind of made him feel like he was helpless, much like a small child is. "It's great you think of your patients."
A large woman approached them with two plated, each stacked high with golden-brown pancakes. Alfred's mouth began to water at the sight of the filling food.
The woman sat the plates down and looked at Alfred. She smiled. "Here you go, dear. Freshly cooked pancakes all for you!" She patted his head and Alfred scowled. "I'll be right back with your maple syrup, okay, sweety?"
Canada noticed the scowl on America's face, so he turned to the lady. "Yes, Mildred. That would be great." The woman gave one last sweet smile and went back through the metal swinging doors.
Canada turned his gaze on America. "Be nice to the staff of the hospital, okay? They're here to help, too."
"But she talked to me like I was a child! I am not a child... I'm America!" He crossed his arms and looked off to the side in frustration.
"Aha~ Well, you sure are acting like a child right now, don'tcha think?" Canada laughed.
"Shut up! I am not acting like a-" Alfred stopped himself. He really was sounding like a child right now. It shouldn't be new, because he often acted like he was a self-obsessed child, but he wasn't the type to admit that.
"See? I beg for you to calm down. Mildred is returning with the syrup."
The large woman known as Mildred ame up to them with a bottle of syrup and she sat it in front of Alfred. "There you go. Something to put on your pancakes that is as sweet as you~" She pinched one of his cheeks. "You are just too cute!" She smiled at him one more time and left them once again.
"There that's better. Just let them be nice to you. It won't cause you any harm~"
"Yeah yeah..." America muttered in reply. He was pouring a ridiculous amount of syrup on his pancake stack and he took a large bite.
"So... If I'm insane, what exactly is wrong with me?" he asked with a mouth full of moist breakfast. There must be some sort of term to describe his 'illness'.
"Well, we're not allowed to reveal that to the patient. We're here to make sure they're healthy and to try and help them overcome their illness."
America looked at him, confused. "But wouldn't it help them get better if they knew what they were fighting?"
Canada laughed. "Oh, no. I think it's best for everything to be left to the experts. Your job is to have fun, relax, and get along with everyone else." He smiled sweetly.
America wasn't so sure about everything he was hearing. Then again, he didn't know much about psychology either. He thought he should scope this place out a little more, and then decide if it was legit or not.
"Okay... You're the doctor, I guess." America shoveled another large bite into his mouth, and already, a third of his pancakes were gone. Canada just picked at his food. He kept glancing up at Alfred with a strange look of analysis. America decided to put that in the back of his mind, since he already promised himself he would wait before he jumped to conclusions.
"Alfred, are you ready to see your room, yet? I have some things that need to be tended to..."
Alfred shoved the last bite in his mouth and swallowed. "Yup. I'm all set," He got up. "Lead the way, brother/doctor of mine!"
Canada laughed. "Okay. Follow me, Alfred."