I am very very very VERY sorry for not re-updating sooner! I had to do something very important during that time, so I didn't have time to write this out! (Also, I don't have internet at my house.) Please forgive me everyone! Blame America! He gave me writers block so I wouldn't put England in the insane asylum, and he could be the hero! On a lighter note, I have decided to put more than one POV in each chapter, so the chapters might be a little bit longer. WARNING: this chapter is not as humorous, because it's focusing on a part that will make the description of this story come true! I Thank Beckett Simpleton, TheRedFlowerOfFire, Sherlock, Englandaru, Kosaji, kayra isis, and KawaiiLila for reviewing! There are some characters that I made up in this chapter, just to let everyone know.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia!
Madness by: Trilladora
Chapter 3
Dear Diary,
It has now been four hours since the World Conference, and England's outburst. Every time I think about it, I get this horrible feeling that he could snap like that again. When he does, he could hurt someone close to him or worse… close to me. So, I have finally made a decision. I will call a nearby asylum before he gets the chance to hurt anyone. Many of the other nations would hate me for this, but in this case, it's for their own safety. Right?
(England's POV)
I sipped my tea as I listened to four small fairies that had just come into my kitchen talk about their day. Each day they would come in about this time and talk about what happened in the forest behind my house, where many different kinds of fairies resided. Today, they were talking about a tengu that had been traveling the world.
"It was so cool! He came from Japan, but he's decided to travel the world and see new things! So far, he's been to Australia, Iraq, Israel, Netherlands, Belgium, France, Italy, and here! I wish that I could go, but mum said no," an energetic fairy with a lavender dress, black hair, blue eyes, and long neon green wings exclaimed as she danced around on my table.
"Oh, really? I wish I could have been here to meet him. He sounds interesting!" I said with a chuckle as she attempted to spin in a circle, but ended up losing her balance and falling.
A calico neko-fairie with red wings looked up at the ceiling. "I saw him after I was done with my nap, but by then he was already on his way to see other things. He looked so dreamy! I hope he'll come again," she twitched her tail slightly.
Next to the neko-fairie, a fairie with blonde hair, hazel eyes, gold wings, and a silver dress scratched the neko's ears, "He was a tad on the boring side. You wouldn't have liked him."
"I thought he was just queer. He just showed up out of nowhere!" sneered a fairie with red hair, brown eyes, aqua wings, and a green Victorian style dress. This received a glare from the golden winged fairy.
By now, I knew all of them by name. The neon green winged one was Linten, the red winged one was called Veruko, the one with gold wings was Rossier, and the one with aqua wings was Azeira. "Now, now, don't go starting a fight, Az…"
I was interrupted by a knock at the front door. I set my tea down and walked over to the door to see who it was. Probably America again, too dense to know when he is on my nerves. Opening the door, I came face to face with two gentlemen that I didn't know.
"Good day, gentlemen. What brings you to my home?" I asked politely.
One of the men straightened a little more before speaking. "Mr. Kirkland, we have come to take you to the asylum. We have been informed about your condition."
"I do not know what you are talking about." My stomach tightened as I attempted to shut the door, only to have the other man use his foot to keep it from shutting all the way. It was happening! One of the nations must have deemed him too unstable to leave alone.
"We were informed that you would say that. Please, do not resist us. Just come quietly," the man with his foot in front of the door said as he pried it open more.
I backed away slowly. "Sorry, that is something that I cannot do." With that, I turned and ran through the rooms in my house toward the back door. Unfortunately, one of the places that I had to go through was my kitchen. In my haste, I accidentally knocked my cup of tea on the floor, causing the glass to shatter and the floor to become slippery. I, unable to avoid it, slipped and landed on the floor, luckily not on the glass. I heard the fairies exclaim in surprise and ask if I was alright. Knowing there wasn't much time before the men came into the room, I looked at the fairies that were now coming to see if I was alright with plead. "Rossier, you and the others need to go find help right away! I won't be here for a while. Veruko, you are good with remembering directions, so I need you to come with me so that you can show the others the way. I fear that they plan on keeping me in an insane asylum for the rest of my life!" Rossier, Azeira, and Linten flew out of an open window with haste, while Veruko landed on my head and grabbed fistfuls of my hair to make sure that she didn't fall out. I felt her tail flick nervously as the two men came into the room and took hold of my arms forcefully.
"You are going to come with us whether you want to or not. If you resist us too much, we will have to knock you out." The one on my left threatened.
Afraid that he would actually hold up to his threat, I resisted no further. They took me out to a truck that looked much like one of those prison cars that were in America's hero cartoons, only it had 'Insane Asylum' written on the side of it. They then opened the back door to reveal a space that was much like the back of a semi, (accept it was smaller and steel seats were lining the walls of the truck) and stuck me inside. I sat down on one of the seats, waited for them to close the door, then took the neko-fairie out of my hair. "You don't have much time, so escape through the bars and situate yourself on the roof of this truck so that you can find your way to the house and back."
"B-but England, I-I don't understand! What's going on?" Veruko asked as she trembled in my hands. I can't say that I blame her. This is all happening so quickly!
"I will explain later. Right now, just do what I said, please!" The fairy nodded and flew out to carry out my wish. I sighed and sifted my fingers through my hair as the truck revved to life. Who could have done this?
The truck twisted and turned as the men drove along the different roads that they needed to get back to the asylum. Finally, after what seemed like countless hours, the truck came to a halt and was turned off. I looked up as the back door was opened, and one of the men came into the space that I was being kept held in. He took me by my arm and forced me out, where I felt something land in my hair: Veruko, I assume. Slowly, I looked up at the building before me. It looked like a plain brick mansion with protective bars around every window. A wooden sign protruded from the ground, proclaiming the name of the asylum and the year it was founded.
I stumbled forward as the man pushed me toward the front door. The other man walked in front of us and opened the door to let us through. Almost immediately, shivers ran through my spine. Veruko started to growl and burrow deeper into my hair. The atmosphere was filled with an unbearable aura of insanity. I gulped as I was lead into an empty, pure white room and locked in.
"A-Are they gone?" I felt Veruko rustle around in my hair as she peeked out to see what was going on. Sighing, I reached up to retrieve her. She avoided me and began to fly around the room nervously.
"Yes, they are. I'm sorry for ordering you around like that, but it was the only way I could ensure that the others could get here without guessing at where I was being held. You can go back and find one of the others now. I'll open the window so you can get through the bars." She flew up to me with a quizzical expression on her face.
"Another thing: What in the world is going on?"
"It started yesterday. I was tired during the World Meeting, and I accidentally began to talk to Flying Mint Bunny while everyone was still in the room. Now, someone has decided to put me in this asylum to 'help' me get better from a sickness that isn't even there!"
"But, you aren't crazy."
I chuckled and ran my hands through my hair in irritation. "Try telling that to them."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*time skip!~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
(Norway's POV)
It has now been two days since England's big blunder. I really couldn't care less about him, but my friends are close friends with him and his fairies, so I haven't been able to relax without hearing his name whispered once or twice. Little did I know, as I found a rare opportunity to sleep in peace, one of my friends would tell me what England was up to nowadays.
"Norway, it's horrible!" shrieked a fairy in Norwegian attire as she and a fairy with a green Victorian style dress fluttered into the open window of my room and landed on my table. "Azeira says that England was taken to an insane asylum yesterday!"
I pulled the covers of my bed over my head. "He can take care of himself. Let me sleep," I responded with annoyance. A few seconds later, I felt a small weight on my shoulder and a light tug on the blanket that was covering me.
"Norway, please listen! He needs your help!"
"No he doesn't." Along silence befell my room, so I slowly peeked out of my blanket. That was a stupid choice. The fairy grabbed and pulled roughly on my hair curl, causing me to yelp in surprise and pain. She let go as I bolted straight up in bed, clutching the side of my head. "What was that for?!"
She huffed and crossed her arms. "I give you three choices: go rescue England, tell someone trustworthy that he is in trouble, or I can tug at that curl all day!"
I sighed in defeat and reached for my phone, all the while thinking of someone who would be close enough to England to care about the fairie's news. Thinking of one in particular almost immediately, I started to dial his number and held the phone to my ear.
"Hello! This is the hero!" an annoying voice rang through the other end of the connection. I glanced at the Norwegian fairy next to me, who glared back at me, daring me to hang up.
I sighed, "Yes, America? I have something to tell you. It's about England."
An audible gasp came from the other side. "What about him? Do you know where he is? I haven't been able to get ahold of him! He isn't at his house or vacation home either! I checked!" I rubbed my temple as a headache began to form from the loud nation.
"I have received word that he is currently residing in an asylum. Against his will, might I add."
A brief pause followed my warning, followed by a low growl. "An asylum? You mean like one of those places that they stick crazies in?"
I flinched at America's suddenly hostile sounding voice. "R-right." Maybe I shouldn't have added the 'against his will' part.
"Which one is he in, and who put him there?"
I gulped and looked over to the fairies for help, only to have both of them shrug. "I-I really have no idea. I just got this tidbit of information a little while ago."
A muttered 'useless' came from the other side of the line before America hung up. I put my phone away before glaring at the two girls. "Are you happy now?" The Norwegian one nodded and fluttered quickly out the window while the one in the Victorian attire curtsied and muttered a 'thank you' before following the other. Once they were gone, I groaned and pulled the covers over my head again.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Point of view change!~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
(America's POV)
Useless. That is what I feel like I am right now. Why hadn't I kept a closer eye on him? I put down the phone and ran to the phone book that I barely ever used and flipped through the pages, scribbling the name and phone number of every asylum I found. I was flipping through the pages for more, when a sudden movement caught my attention. Looking over slowly, I saw something that almost made me have a heart attack. The pencil that I had been using to write down the asylums was moving by itself! I backed away quickly as it moved over to the paper, then turned and ran. (In a very heroic fashion, mind you!)
Bolting out of my house, I ran to my car, started it, and stepped on the gas, not caring where I was going, just so long as whatever that was was far away from me! Unfortunately, before I even got to the end of my driveway, the window began to fog up, and something was being drawn in it! I slammed on the breaks in haste and yelped in surprise when I felt something land roughly on my chest.
"Ow! That hurt! Be more careful while driving a vehicle! Geez, even the Italians are better drivers than you are. They at least try to make it so that nothing is jostled during the trip!" a small girly voice growled. I gasped as whatever had landed on me began to move.
"P-please don't put a curse on me," I stuttered as something invisible grabbed onto a rim of my glasses.
"What? You can hear me? I guess I should have tried my listening spell ages ago. But, what's this about a curse? I never said I was going to curse you!"
"S-spell?"
"Ugh, would you keep up? Listen, I am one of England's 'unseen friends', Rossier! Veruko, another friend of England's, and I are trying to give you information about his whereabouts! Azeira just contacted us and told us that you wanted to know which asylum he's in."
I jolted toward the steering wheel, cringing as I heard a small squeak of surprise, followed by a thud on my dashboard. "Where is he?"
A pinch to my hand made me wince as the voice began to scold me. "Watch what you're doing! And be more polite when asking something! Veruko is the only one of us that knows the directions to the place, so be patient. She's in your house right now, but she should be out soon. Oh, there she is! Open your car window, quick!"
I trembled with fright as I complied to the disembodied voice, rolling down my window and looking toward my house. Nothing seemed to be coming, but I knew that something was coming in by the sudden chill I felt.
"Veruko, he's finally listening to us! Go ahead and give him the directions to the asylum."
A new voice began to speak. "Wait, Rossier, remember what England had told us about this man on more than one occasion?"
"Huh?"
A sigh emitted from the second voice. "He's terrified of ghosts! Maybe we should cast a spell so he can see us?"
"Why? We aren't ghosts!"
"But he doesn't know that! Look at his face, he almost looks albino!"
At this comment, I gathered enough courage to speak. "H-hey, I-I'm not a-afraid of you! I-I'm the h-hero!" Great, I can't stop stuttering.
Silence met my proclamation, followed by light giggling. "You're right, Veruko! He is scared!"
"Let's just show him."
I shrank back in my seat as they began to chant softly. I didn't know what they were saying, but I was too freaked out to worry about that anyways. What were they going to do to me? A wave of warmth washed over my face, causing me to blink rapidly as my eyes started to dry a little. Slowly, small, colorful shapes began to form on the dashboard. On the left, a small girl about the size of my hand from the bottom of my palm to the tip of my longest finger stood proud with gold wings spread and a silver dress flapping in the breeze that was coming in the car. Blonde hair and hazel eyes completed her delicate features. On the right, another girl, this one more tentative, shifted uncomfortably on her feet. Calico ears protruded through her short brown hair and a calico tail flicked in nervousness under a plain brown dress. Her brown eyes connected to mine for a second before venturing to the ground.
"Wh-what are you two?" I managed to ask.
Both girls looked at me strangely before bursting out into laughing fits. "Ha ha! You can't even guess what we are by our size or wings? That's just hilarious!" the golden winged creature said in between laughs. I thought for a moment, then mentally slapped myself. Of course! These two were fairies! Well, at least they weren't ghosts. I relaxed at that comforting thought.
"So, you two are fairies?" I asked with a little excitement forming in meeting the two girls.
"Yes, I am Veruko, and this is Rossier. Now can we please go?" the calico fairie asked impatiently, but quietly.
It took me a few seconds to remember England, but as soon as I did remember, I nodded and began to drive. The rest of the trip I listened to the fairie named Veruko as she gave me directions to the asylum. Finally, after a few hours of driving, we arrived at the driveway of a plain brick mansion. I parked the car and got out, ready to storm the place if they wouldn't let England go.
Whew! I'm finally done with this chapter! Again, I am sorry it took so long! However, you might have to wait longer at other times. Next Tuesday, I go back to high school for my last, and senior, year. (NOOOOOOO!) So, it will take longer for the chapters to come out! I hope that all of you have a great day! Please review, even though I made you all wait for the chapter!
