Hmm well enjoy!~

There was a scolding look upon Matthew's face. He clearly was upset. Ivan just thought it was odd he acted so meek when he could have just done this. Of course he's not that swell of a listener either, now is he?

Dr. Williams takes Ivan by the back of the arm in a more rugged manor. "I've got this Francis…" He pulls on the Russian that was still in a tizzy. His sister… He had to see his sister! Why wasn't she there? Where could she be? Was this even reality or a sick perk to being insane?

"Am I insane?" Ivan thought out loud; causing the doctor to simply grin. Ivan snaps his head to see this sight. What was going on?

"I'm afraid you might be." The meek scratchy whisper of a voice had appeared again. The lights in the hall started to flicker some, which proved how little this place cared for paying electricity bills.

The Russian sighs being pushes through the open door way into his bland room once again. "I'm afraid we may have to prescribe you. You will have to see me again tomorrow young man." Before Ivan could spin around to take a look at the Canadian the door was shut closed. This caused his pale face to crease slightly, but that was the least of his troubles. No doubt he could fake taking pills like a pro, but what about his sister, the Rake, and everyone else? He already knew there was no way of exception. Even here he was going to have a hard time finding friends. A true outcast; he walks a lonely road.

The tall male sighs and looks to the window. He is relieved to see nothing but a tree branch folly in the weak night breeze. He looks back to his clothing in the tattered plastic bag, but it seems as though someone has rummaged through it.

Ivan grinds his teeth feeling something well up inside of him. He was never good at controlling his anger. No one should touch his things. He would rather burn them than see anyone else touch a morsel.

He rummages through the bag himself to no avail, for he doesn't know what was there in the first place. How could he know if something was missing if he didn't know what he had? He clenches up his fist before reminding himself to calm down. After all it was his own fault for leaving that door open.

The Russian sucks in a breath and sighs in an exaggerated manor before stuffing his clothing into the ugly dresser and he crawls onto the bed. The mattress felt like cardboard that had little fingers to jab into pressure points. He rolls onto his side and decides to discard his jacket and scarf with no one around, to see if he could muster up enough weariness to get some sleep.

"Welcome to hell." He thought to himself, before drifting off in the light of the drab room.

*End of day one*

The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the Russian woke up with a start.

BANG BANG BANG "Wake up and get dressed!" the feminine yet powerful voice boomed inside the room, even with the door closed. "You don't want me to come in there with you all half nude and such, do you?" No.

Ivan groans softly as he slinks out of the piece of shit he got to call a bed, and makes his way to the dresser putting on fresh attire.

"Hurry up!"

The warning barely fazed the Russian. He shuffles to his coat and scarf, and as he wraps the white accessory around for the last time the guard unlocked the door and let herself in.

"This is your new roommate. His name is Feliciano. I expect you will give him the details?" The guard giggles and was off to do whatever it is she does.

Ivan looks to his new comrade and sneers. "Da. This is my room. I suppose we share it."

The young Italian was chipper. His grin was horribly honest compared to other's who bare it within these walls, and his mouse brown hair had an annoying curl to one side that bounced a bit. Feliciano nods happily. "Hiya, it's so nice to meet you!"

Ivan remains still for a moment looking at the other. "Da…" He sighs and looks at the clock. He had already missed breakfast, so he cringes slightly at the apparent churning of his stomach. "First… bonus time, then lunch, then circle time," He rolls his eyes, "then dinner, and I think showers after that."

The Italian jumps for joy allowing his curl to sway some, even his eyes brighten. "Oh boy! I'm so excited!" His eyes close up again and the olive skinned boy walks about as if they were open. Ivan blinks about to question this, but decides it's not even worth the time. This kid was happy to be here, and just plain high on life. Ivan nods to himself in confirmation. This kid was obviously a psychopath.

Feliciano bound around the room for a while explaining to the Russian everything he never asked. Like how his brother was a mafia leader bent on revenge, but was still a good guy as long as you let his attitude slide. Then we went on about how he knew Ludwig before here. "He's a good protector and helps me when I need it, vee~"

The Italian received some clothes from the guard not too long after. He thanks her and even flirts. Ivan couldn't help but listen in and watch from a distance. Was he just naming pasta's? The Russian couldn't tell, but he was still shocked at how much he could get away with. The guard only laughed and was off again. "I knew her too!"

Ivan turns his head with his cold solid expression and glances at the other. "How many people here do you know from before?"

"Everybody! Even you Ivan." The brunette giggles and puts his clothes away. What an odd little thing, but maybe he was smarter than he was letting on. Maybe.

All Ivan knew was that he had his sisters. These people were non sense, especially this Italian. They have had zero contact with one another in the past. He had no clue where this kid could possibly think they had.

"I lived in Moscow not too long ago." They couldn't have met.

"I know." Another giggle. This one was a little unsettling.

Ivan just shakes his head lying down on his bed looking up at the bland ceiling. "You didn't happen to help your brother out with the mafia did you?" If the information this kid had on him was bull shit then anything he had on anyone else was probably nothing as well.

"Oh not really. He's a good brother and tried to keep me away from that stuff. Of course I still got into some trouble."

Ivan turns his head and looks at the Italian with emotionless gray and purple eyes. "What did you get in trouble for then?"

"Oh me?" Feliciano springs up with an open smile. "People think I'm crazy! I think it's funny because I know more than they do. So they lock me up." He giggled lightly then deflates with a sigh, and he lies down on the ground sprawled out.

Ivan could see why, but still this Italian was harmless. Why get him locked up? Whatever at least now he had a roommate to listen to, and someone that could perhaps see the rake as well.

Feliciano looks at the clock with his eyes still closed and tilts his head. "Hey is it bonus time?"

Ivan glances up and smirks some. "Yeah, here's some advice comrade. Enjoy it while you can, Da?"

"Si!~"

So Italy is in this place like the rest of them. You'll have to determine for yourself if he's crazy or actually knows more than the others. ^^
Thanks for reading~
Oh and I don't own Hetalia.