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Hola...sup?
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Yeah...shit happened and I lost my muse for this story. Lucky I got up to like ch6 or 7 for this..
Thanks for still reading this if you are, I may end up putting it on hiatus til like winter break though.
"So wait, you were dating this Robin chick, then ended here?"
I nodded dully at Violet's question. It was dinnertime already, and we all sat at a single table away from the other crazies. They were actually very cool people…psychotic by normal standards, but who the hell was normal on this planet anyway? Dying your hair or getting plastic surgery was as common as eating.
Still, I have no idea what the fuck I'm eating. Tastes funny, but Violet added a dash of somethin to it that made it bearable.
Could be poisonous you know, England chimed.
Like your cooking isn't, America remarked.
SOD OFF YOU BLOODY GIT!
"Aren'cha a girl too?" Luna asked, favoring to balance her utensil on her nose. Summer watched with mild interest, while her sister's, and Amie's, attention turned to me.
Taking a pencil (which I stole from some guard earlier) and a napkin, I wrote my silent response. Even going so far as to doodle a little face next to the message.
[Robin's actually a cross dresser. As in a guy in girl's clothing, so don't get all weird on me. I'm actually B-R.H.]
What the hell is a B-R.H?
I ignored Romano's question. I'm still pissed at those names he called me earlier. Fucking hurt my feelings. Cake and Summer seemed to converse amongst themselves without actually saying anything. (which was creepy as hell) Two pairs of onyx eyes stared down at me a moment, before the two stood and simultaneously walked off.
The fuck was that about?
[What up with them?]
Amie looked over at my note, and then smiled warmly. "It's nothing. The twins have always been like that, it's a ritual thing for them, I suppose."
"Don't bullshit her Amie," Luna snapped darkly.
Multi Personality Disorder, Japan supplied from the globe.
Ah, that makes sense. "You know exactly why they left. Just cause your father-"
"LEAVE MY FATHER OUT OF THIS ELLA!" Amie screamed heatedly in Luna's face.
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Ok. Well I think its time I went to bed!
Feigning a yawn, I quickly got my ass away from the glaring duo. Sorry Violet, but there was absolutely no way in hell I was sitting in the middle of that shit.
Where the hell is my room?
Ve~ Aeron, what was that thing you called yourself?
"Huh? Oh, a Bi-romantic Heterosexual. It's kinda like-"
HAHAHAHA! CAN'T CATCH ME, OLD MAN?
I'LL SHOW YOU OLD MAN, YOU BLOODY ARSEHOLE!
I stopped to glare at the necklace hanging around me questioningly. "Do I wanna know?"
No. Germany frankly stated.
"Ok." Dropping the matter, I went back to addressing Italy. "But yeah, I'm straight and all. I just have a romantic bisexual side. I like the thought of love being genderless."
Moi aussi! Mon petite souris, we have so much in common, non?
"Uh…."
Yeah-right frog bastard. If she were a sex crazed fanatic maybe.
No one asked you rosbif!
The sounds of more arguing and fighting continued as I finally found my room. Damn that was hard….Kinda hungry now that I'm here.
"Would you like a Chinese snack?" China asked materializing out of nowhere carrying a basket of snacks.
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Well I don' wanna be rude.
Reaching for one, I thanked him then proceeded to chow down. Holy shit. My mouth tingled as I took another bite. What the hell was this shit? Damn it was fucking good.
"You like it?" he asked.
Not even able to form a sentence, I nodded and moan pathetically. Hell if I care, this shit was delicious.
"Hey, I want one too!" America appeared and made way to grab one. China smacked his hand,
"No. You're just going to eat everything up again!"
"Aw, c'mon brah. You and me go way back. Remember when we fought that one war together?" America said, as if it would help his case. I grabbed two more of the weird looking -but oh so fucking good- treats and sat on my bed, amused at America's attempts to persuade China.
"Yes. I also remember that you still owe me some money." He announced, closing the basket before disappearing back into the globe.
I admit it, it was funny as hell.
"China! I said I'd pay you back….damn it." The blonde's shoulders fell in frustration. I chomped down on my snacks watching as he made a 180 to face me. Brilliant smile upon that handsome face of his.
"Aeron! I-"
"No. Mine." I deadpanned. I was not sharing damn it, China gave these to me.
"Please~? I'll be your best friend~?" he whined.
"I don't like you."
Oops. Didn't mean to say- IS HE FUCKING CRYING!?
"Y-you don't like me? But you and me, we're Americans. We're like, family now! I thought that we could be friends or y'know. But, I guess I was just misjudging things again just as usual. You don't have to share with me Aeron, I understand. I'm just a stranger to you." His blue eyes shined with unshed tears. He seemed so lonely and old, even though he was like a couple of years older than me.
Three or four? Give or take some months.
He stared down at his feet looking completely broken. Ugh, no….feelings, my heart….it can't take it…emotional barriers breaking-
DAMMIT WHY HE GOTTA MAKE ME SOUND LIKE A HEARTLESS BITCH!?
Not able to take the emotions, I handed him one of the munchies. "Here. You can have it."
"Really?" America's eyes widened happily behind his wired frames, his smile broadening. "HELL YESH!"
Suddenly I was engulfed in a pair of warm arms with laughter echoing around me. I felt my face warm, before bursting into giggles as America spun me in his arms.
Damn bastard was probably faking the whole drama scene, but for some reason, I couldn't find the nerve to give a damn.
Yawn~!
Доброе утро, Comrade.
Along side me, Russia walked- well it was more like he glided. I responded with a simple smile and two finger salute. It was too damn early and I was hungry.
Damn. When was the last time I had a shower?
I sniffed my armpits. Yep. I stank.
Russia, what's with the black robe? Are y'all (a word I picked up from America) in a gang or something? I thought to lazy to speak.
The pale haired male giggled. I arched an eyebrow, the hell he laughin' about?
Nyet. It is nothing.
Ok then….why are you following me again?
Would you rather I be somewhere else?
Not really. I was just wondering, I mentally replied. While I conversed with Russia, my eyes searched the building for any of the girls (or staff) so I could ask where I could get a decent shower.
Aeron Thymes…
My brown eyes met his lilac colored ones. They were such an odd, but pretty color to be natural. Maybe he wore contacts? I looked along the surface of his eyeballs, though I only reached his shoulders (barely) I could tell his eyes were all natural.
The name does not suit you comrade. And with that, he disappeared.
"Aeron Thymes?"
I jumped, turning to face the object of which called my name. "It is time for your appointment with Doctor C."
I blinked as I followed the droid warily, Who?
"Hello, how are you this fine day?"
…you're kidding right?
"Aeron Thymes is it now? I'm Doctor C, but you can call me D.C, you mind if I call you Ron?" Doctor C smiled widely at me.
I looked around the plain, monochrome room around me. A desk with two filing cabinets on each side was the only furniture besides the leather sofa and floating chair Doctor C occupied. The doctor, at least to me, appeared genderless. Doc's face was feminine, but lacked the necessary curves and lumps that were usual to see on a woman. Black hair fell to the physician's shoulders, atop the white lab coat that donned the hospital's insignia.
Dark grey eyes scanned what seemed to be my file. The little polite smile never falling from that pale, unblemished face.
"Selective Mutism, eh?"
Bitch please; there was nothing 'selective' about my speaking handicap.
"Well I suppose talking won't get us anywhere, now will it?" If that was supposed to be a joke, it sucked. I feel kind of bad acting like a brat. Father and Momma always said I have to be polite to strangers, even if they piss me the fuck off.
The Doctor handed me a pen and notepad.
I really don't want to do this. Besides, I didn't even get to eat breakfast! And I still need a shower!
"Now Ron, I want you to understand that what is said between us will not be shared with any other patient within the facility. You can trust me to keep you're reputation."
The fuck I care about reputation. Like I actually care what those assholes think! Damn I need to eat, I'm starting to bitch at everything.
"So…it seems that after your date with a young lady, you began to hallucinate and become aggressive. Is there a reason why you may have gotten angry?" D.C. questioned. I blinked. Quickly, I scribbled a message and showed it to the doctor.
[Can you tell me how I got here?]
"Hm, you don't remember?" I shook my head no. "According to the reports, you began to- as I said before- hallucinate and become aggressive. You began to throw things in a panic and scream uncontrollably. When officials arrived to see what the commotion was, you ran off. Later they found you in an alleyway muttering complete nonsense, so they sedated you and brought you here to P.U.P.H."
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Sputtering nonsense? Hallucinate?
My mind spun as I try to bring back my forgotten memories of that night. Then it came to me, the terrified expressions on Robin's and that girl's faces. The sound of my voice screaming, the burn of my legs as I tried to run from them. The glint of the man in black's blade in the moonlight as he swung it down on me.
What the hell was happening to me?