Hi! I'm glad that everyone has stuck with me for the story. Sorry for the long long LONG wait. I had a lot of drawing requests from my friends at school. By the way, I have two pictures on my deviantart page that I drew for this story. My name on that account is rima100, if anyone cares enough to look at a few of the pictures. Oh, I really like how my PruxFem!Can picture turned out! It's awesome! Sorry, I got a little off topic. ^^' Ok, thank you for reviewing ViolaPlayer12, Beckett Simpleton, russia fan, silver lillie, Kosaji, XxAkatsukiFanxX, and GlambertNoelle!
Disclaimer: I am not inventive enough to personify the nations. Therefore, I do not own Hetalia. That credit goes to Hidekaz Himaruya.
Madness by: Trilladora
Chapter 4
(England's POV)
I can feel insanity clawing at me, trying to grasp me and destroy what I love. My memories of the fairies is slipping away as these two days have passed. They have to basically force me to go to this one weird room to get my shots and eat the medicine that is the cause of all of this(It's given to me every meal). However, I cannot hold on much longer. One more dose, and I might lose my mind.
(America's POV)
"Remember, you can't talk to us while you're in there. People would think you were insane, too!" Veruko said as she sat on my shoulder. I nodded and headed for the door before pausing.
"They can't see you?" I asked in confusion.
Rossier sighed as she used my shirt pocket as a carrier basket. "You know, you couldn't see us until a little while ago!"
I opened my mouth to say something back, but decided not to and closed it again. She did have a point. I had almost forgotten about that. I started walking toward the asylum again, this time, with no pause. As soon as I got to the door, I pounded on it. No one answered. I opened it, gasping at the sight. Many people, both young adults and old seniors, walked or sat around a spacious room. Each person wore a white, long sleeved shirt. At the corner of the room, ten men in lab coats observed the others in the room. One of the men noticed me and started to walk across the room, avoiding the men and women in the white shirts.
"Hello, how may I help you?" he asked as he stopped in front of me. Chills ran down my spine as I stood in front of the man.
"America, be careful. This person is a type of mad scientist. He doesn't just treat humans for their illnesses, he experiments with them," Veruko growled into my ear. I felt her as the tiny hairs on her tail brushed against me and bristled in warning.
"I am here to pick up Arthur Kirkland." I replied as I tensed up from the warning, ready to fight if I had to.
"Really? I was told that Mr. Kirkland would not be able to leave for a while due to his delusion of seeing fairies. It is just preposterous!" The two girls gasped and started to chirp insults that fell upon deaf ears. An old lady looked up from her seat in a corner and locked eyes with the neko-fairie on my shoulder. She narrowed her eyes, stood, and started advancing.
"A fairie! I must have it! The wings are a fabulous treasure that would have a high market price!" she hissed as she came toward me. I shrank back a little as Veruko screamed and hid in my shirt pocket with Rossier. The way the woman walked made me think of a zombie from Resident Evil. Two of the men in the corner saw her and ran forward with a syringe in hand. One of them grabbed her arm, to which she resisted and bit at, while the other plunged the syringe into her neck. She fell into the arms of the one she had bitten and was dragged out of the room. My skin crawled as I watched them go.
"Sorry about that. We have a few other patients that have that reaction whenever fairies are involved."
I snapped back into the reality of the discussion at hand. "No, it's alright. I just want to take Arthur, so please get him for me."
"I can't do that. He is in treatment right now, and he needs to be checked to see if the illness is gone."
"Then I'll get him myself." I snapped and ran past him, hoping that I was going the right way.
"Hey!" I heard feet pounding behind me, trying to catch up and restrain me.
"America, England should be down that hallway!" Veruko screeched as I came upon a hall that veered off of the path that I was currently taking. I turned down it, a long passage with doors on either side spread out before me. "Now, if I'm correct, the room that he is in is the seventh on the left." I counted the doors, then flung open the seventh door. England was on his knees, unconscious, with a man in a lab coat on each side of him holding him there as a third man emptied a syringe into his veins.
The hair on the back of my neck stood in anger as I ran into the room, shoved the men away, threw the syringe across the room, and started to carry England out. The men that were chasing me were almost to the room, so I dashed away, Veruko jumping out of my pocket and beating her fragile wings as fast as she could. She turned down a corridor, revealing an emergency exit door. I pushed through and ran toward my car, Veruko leading me there. As soon as we got there, I opened the passenger door and set England down in the seat, rushed to my side, and drove as a small mob of mad doctors formed.
I quickly arrived at my house, all the while hoping that no one had followed me back. Getting out, I ran to the other side of the car and lifted England out, almost accidentally bumping his head on the hood when I used too much of my strength to pick him up. Oh man, he is so light! Eat something that will give you at least a little weight, will you?
"America, is he going to be alright?" I flinched a little before realizing that Veruko and Rossier were still in my pocket. Rossier peaked out of the pocket, tears in her eyes. "England is one of our greatest friends, and who knows what they did to him."
I shook my head. "I don't know, but I plan to find out when he wakes up. Hey, is there a way that you and Veruko can open the door for me? I don't want to drop England." She nodded her head and flew out, Veruko following close behind. They flew to the front door and started to turn the door knob using their magic. Steadily, it started to open, allowing me to access my house. I walked to the guest room to get him into some of his clothes that he sometimes left behind andset him down on the bed. Once I was done, I went to the closet to retrieve a warm blanket and put it over him. He'll probably yell at me when he wakes up with a Captain America blanket strewn across him, but I don't really care as long as he's safe. I then exited the room to make some soup for when he woke up(Hey! Don't judge me! I can make food, I just don't like to wait on it to cook, so I go to McDonalds!).
Once I was finished making the soup, which took just a little over thirty minutes, I walked back to the guest room to check on England. I peeked inside and froze. England was standing at the window, watching the trees sway in the breeze. All at once my energy came back to me as I ran up and hugged him before he could react. "IGGY! YOUR ALRIGHT!" I yelled. I expected him to jump, then start struggling and screaming at me to let him go, but no such reaction came.
Instead, he asked in a low voice, "Alfred, is that you?"
I looked at the back of his head in confusion. "Yes, why do you ask?" As I asked, I began to dread what he would tell me. Was he blind or something? Did they do that horrible of stuff in an asylum even?
England slowly turned his head, showing me a creepy smile and crazed eyes. "Because you must be mad." He started cackling as I let him go and backed away a little. "I'm mad, you're mad, WE'RE ALL MAD!" He lunged at me, catching me off guard. I yelped as he took hold of my bomber jacket and squirmed out of it, leaving him holding just the jacket. What was going on?
"Hey! Th-this isn't funny, England! G-give me my jacket back and stop acting like that!"
He twirled the jacket with one finger hooked on the tag inside. "And if I refuse?"
I paused, not sure how to answer him, especially with how he was acting. As I was thinking of a proper response, he started to giggle and sing a song. A chill ran down my spine as I heard it. It was one of those vocaloid songs that Japan convinced me to listen to. I think it was called Insanity or something like that.
"Insanity, like floating on air. Psychopathy, a carefree life. Insanity, an illusion that can't end. Captivity, unable to run away!" He began to walk toward me as he sang, a look in his eyes that I had only seen once. It was the same look he had given me during the Revolutionary War. A mixture of anger and hurt clouded his eyes as he advanced. I began to back away toward the door.
"Hey, how's he doing, America?" I jumped as Rossier fluttered into the room from the hallway. Then came the surprise. As soon as England saw her, he stopped singing, his eyes growing wide. He shrieked and bolted for the bed, hiding underneath the covers. Rossier and I stayed where we were, dumbfounded by his reaction. Suddenly, Rossier snapped out of her trance and flew over to where the British man was hiding. "England? What's wrong?" she asked as she touched the blanket.
England just flinched away from the touch, squealing with fright. I walked over, confused by his reaction. He probably never acted this way before, so what was going on? Then, I remembered the asylum. I fumed as I thought of what they must have done to him.
"Rossier, he isn't himself. Do you have any spells to heal him?"
She stared at me blankly. "Do you really think that we can perform magic like that? We would probably just end up conjuring a ghost or something!" I flinched away at the repulsive word, chills running down my back.
"Well, we have to do something! He just went all psycho on me before you came in!"
She gasped and looked at the covers. "Really? What did he do?"
"He was singing Insanity all the while walking creepily towards me!"
She gulped and flew into the air to perch on the rim of a lamp by England's guest bed. "I wish I could do something for him. Something must have happened to him while at the asylum. The level of insanity that I felt in there was almost unbearable!"
I looked at her. "You could literally feel it?"
She nodded. "Yes, All fairies can feel the aura of a place based on the people that reside there. The doctors were insane, too. But now England has that same aura around him. I'm afraid that he may never change back." Tears started to form in Rossier's eyes as she talked. I scooped her up in my hands and held her close to me as she sniffed. As she cried, I heard a low song start to rise from the blankets.
"Hush little darling don't you cry, mommy's gonna sing you a lullaby." I would have liked the song if it hadn't been sung in a creepy manner. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end as the covers slowly revealed bushy-brows. Suddenly, a loud pounding came from the front door. I yelped in surprise as England lunged past me. I panicked and ran after him, not really caring about the door. Rossier, who had fallen out of my hands as I ran after the British man, yelled something about being careful, getting Veruko, and trying to help England. However, I didn't listen to her. Instead, I looked around the house, finding him already at the door, opening it to find China and France. China held his panda tightly in his arms.
"America, we need to have a meeting. Russia is waiting for us at the…. England? What are you doing here?" the blonde haired French man asked in confusion. England didn't respond. Instead, he quickly grabbed the panda and ran to another part of the house.
"AIYAA! GIVE ME BACK MY PANDA!" China screeched as he took chase. France just stood in the doorway, too stunned to do anything. I ran over and poked him to make sure that he was alright.
France slowly turned his head to look at me. "What just happened?" He asked, obviously bewildered.
I shook my head. "I honestly don't know. Someone put him in the asylum a little while ago, and I took him out,but…."
"An asylum? Mon ami, who would do that to a fellow nation?!" France inquired, trying to make sense of the situation.
"How should I know? I just found out from Norway this morning!"
"Well, I guess you should get more information. In the meantime, we should find him and China, non?"
I let out a light sigh. "Yeah, let's go." I let him into my house(kids, don't try this at home!) and started to search for the two nations. After a while of searching, we found them in one of the back rooms. England sat cross-legged in a back corner, cuddling and kissing a terrified panda as China tried to get him to let go by hitting him with a Hello Kitty doll that seemed to have come out of nowhere.
"GIVE HIM BACK! GIVE HIM BACK! GIVE HIM BACK!" China yelled as he hit England with the plush toy. France and I rushed forward, France to calm China down and me to pry the panda out of my adopted father's hands. "AIYAA! GET AWAY, FRANCE!" I heard a slight pause as France started to laugh. "PERVERT! PERVERT! PERVERT! PERVERT! PERVERT! PERVERT!" I don't want to know what just happened behind me.
Finally, I managed to pry his hands open, giving the panda a chance to escape. It squirmed out and ran to China, jumping in his arms. I let out a relieved sigh, hoping that this insanity had finally stopped. I was wrong.
England looked at me with a dangerous look on his face. "Kolkolkolkolkolkolkolkolkolk olkolkolkol" My eyes widened as I quickly jumped up and backed away. This wasn't going to end well.
France shrieked in a feminine way as China started to yell at the English man. "G-GO AWAY, NOW!" he hollered, his voice cracking. I don't blame him. England had just become a second Russia! He lunged at us, causing us to turn and run towards the doorway.
"You can run, but you can't hide!" the insane Brit who was right behind us said. France shrieked as he tripped over a rug.
I turned to help him, but China caught me by the collar of my jacket, dragging me out the door. He shut it and hid in a bush on my lawn.
"Dude, that was so not cool! France needs our help!" I scolded with irritation.
He looked at me with wide eyes. "Do you really want to be caught by England? He is acting very strange today, and I don't have a death wish! If you want to save him, save him yourself!"
I sighed then looked up at him. "No, you are my backup. You have to come with me. England has gone insane from spending too much time in an asylum, so you have to help me help him." He stared at me like I was insane until I made a move to get up. He squeaked and tried to run to a different bush so that he didn't have to go with me, but I managed to catch his arm before he ran. Struggling, he tried in vain to get away as I dragged him towards the door. I threw it open and gasped in surprise. England had France tied to a chair as he braided the man's hair, taking care not to pull on it. France sat still, scolding the insane man.
"Let me go! You're going to ruin my beautiful hair!" he growled before he noticed China and I in the doorway. "America, help me out here! He's going to make me look hideous! At least trade me for China!"
China glared. "Like I would enjoy that, idiot! America, let's leave him to his fate." He turned to go out, since I had let him go from the shock of the situation. "And here I thought he was going to at least hurt you, you pervert." With that, he walked out.
"Wait! Where are you going? HELP!" France screamed as England braided some more of his hair. I, however, decided to help France, so I ran out and grabbed China, earning an earful of insults as I pried his panda out of his hands. As soon as I got him, I ran back into the house before China could take a wok from seemingly nowhere at all and held it out in front of England.
"Here! I'll trade you for a bear!" I shouted as England looked up from what he was doing.
He slowly blinked at the panda before a huge smile crossed his face. "PANDA!" he exclaimed as he jumped for the panda and started to hug and kiss it. I took this chance to free France, who immediately started to try to unbraid his hair all the while complaining that his perfect hair was going to be ruined.
"What did you just do?!" I flinched and looked over at the door. China stood in it looking like he could kill me if he got the chance. As predicted, he held a wok tightly in his hands. I guess it wasn't such a good idea to steal his panda to help save France.
I backed away from the Chinese man filled with bloodlust. Just then, a shadow appeared behind China. A deep 'kolkoling' came from the person, making China yelp in surprise and whirl around. Russia stood there with a childish smile pasted on his face. "Why did no one meet me at the base? You must have been having too much fun here, da?" he said sweetly, even though we all knew how 'sweet' he already was. He looked at England. "Well, I guess we don't have to have the meeting anymore"
I gave him a confused look. "Dude, what are you talking about?"
"We were going to have a meeting about the disappearance of England after the meeting, but I guess he must have been here the whole time."
"No, dude, he just got here! He was at…"
"Ivan! I challenge you to a duel!" We all jumped and turned to see England (who had now released the panda) holding up a deck of 'Duel Monsters' cards.
"What?! What is a deck of cards good for in a duel?" Russia asked, confused because of the term that England had used. "And why did you call me by my other name? There are no humans around, da?"
England looked at him like he was crazy. "We're all human, Ivan. Didn't you know that? Of course not! Cause you're mad! I'M MAD, YOUR MAD, WE'RE ALL MAD!" He threw his head back, cackling like he had just heard the funniest joke in the whole wide world.
Ivan smiled and placed his hand on China's shoulder. "You won't mind telling me what England is talking about, da?" he asked the smaller nation. China squeaked in alarm and darted into a corner, holding out his wok in defense.
I stepped closer to the communist, even though I didn't want to. "England has just come back from an insane asylum. Norway called me to tell me about it, but neither of us know who put him in there in the first place. Now he is actually insane."
China looked at me, all the while careful not to let his guard down. "Then why don't you send him back?"
I glared back, earning a muttered 'Aiyaa' and Russia's 'kolkoling'. "Because that place is exactly where England became insane. If I take him back, even to a different asylum, he'll just get worse. I will take care of him, but everyone is warned not to go near his house. The men that took him in the first place are kind of mad at me."
The three nations looked at me with curiosity as England looked at Russia with annoyance, the deck of cards still in his hand. "What do you mean by mad? What did you do?" France asked.
I looked down and shuffled my feet a little, feeling a little uncomfortable all of a sudden. "I stormed the building to get to Iggy." France and China groaned as Russia just laughed.
"What were you thinking, America?! You're a wanted man in the human society now! What are you going to do now?" China growled.
"I really don't have a clue." I said bluntly as England's eyes lit up as he flung himself at France and started to drag him to the bathroom, muttering something about a frilly dress, make-up, and a shave as France screamed and struggled to get away.
How do you like "Insane England" so far? I tried to make his mood as random and funny as possible, but I think that there is a lot of room for improvement. If anyone agrees with me, then please tell me in your review and help me sort him out a little. Also, if your confuzzled by the story, you are always welcome to ask, and I will answer to the best of my abilities! I would really appreciate it! I am sorry again for making everyone wait! I had writers block and lots of tiredness from my school days! Please remember that if you really want to look at some of my drawings, you are more than welcome to go on and look up rima100! Also, if you would like, please review! Thank-you!
