Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, claim to own it, or am a writer or illustrator for it, the person you are thinking if is Hidekaz Himaruya, and you should love him.
Warning(s): swearing
The facility looked almost as pleasant on the inside as it did on the outside. The walls were covered in a light blue paint with brightly colored paintings hanging uniformly above darker blue chairs.
Straight ahead was a mahogany desk with a bored looking woman with curly black hair sitting at it typing on a computer. Her brown eyes looked up when she saw the two male nurses carrying in Arthur and a smile appeared on her face.
"Melissa, could you page Dr. Harrison? A new patient has just arrived." The less impassive nurse said to the woman, his blue eyes shining at her to accompany the flirty smile on his face. He winked at her.
"Sure thing Nick." Melissa giggled and typed something on the computer. 'Ew, flirting in the work place. This has to be against some sort of rule.' Arthur thought bitterly. The computer sounded off a small chime. "He has been notified and is expecting your arrival shortly." She informed them.
'That detestable man... Why did he have to diagnose me with this lie!'
"I don't have schizophrenia! Unhand me at once!" Arthur shouted loudly, trying to rip his arms out of the nurses' grip.
"Sorry Mr. Kirkland, but you have it on your record. Looks like it says it severe, too. You can't go against what the doctor says." Melissa said kindly, her tone telling you she's been through this more than once.
"To hell with that! You're all mistaken!" he pleaded. 'They have to understand, I'm not ill!'
"Swearing will get you nowhere~. Might as well stop now." Nick taunted.
"Would it do you any trouble as to not pester the patients." The other nurse said, his tone signaling that it wasn't a suggestion.
Nick sneered. "Aw, is James developing a soft spot for the newbie?"
James scoffed. "No. But I can have your pay docked for rude behavior towards a patient." Turning his head away from Nick, his black hair following suit.
The other man frowned then began muttering obscenities under his breath about James, to which the latter promptly ignored.
"Let me go!" Arthur yelled.
"No." Was the reply.
"I'm not insane! I don't belong!" 'Why don't they get it?'
"Your file says otherwise."
"You have to trust me, I shouldn't be here!" he tried to reason.
Nick and James started to shut out Arthur's claims. The two have dealt with patients like him before, so it wasn't new to have pleas of sanity from them.
They approached the door leading to the office, anticipation hanging in the air. James knocked on the door softly, waiting for a cue to continue in.
"Urm, come in."
Nick opened the door wide so that all three could fit in. Straight ahead was a man, possibly 40 years of age, sitting crossed legged on his desk.
He smiled at the nurses and nodded, signaling them to leave the room.
"Hello Arthur. Won't you have a seat?" the man said gently, motioning to the green long chair a few feet away.
"Dr. Harrison." The Englishman replied hastily. He walked over to the chair and slowly sat down.
"How are you doing, Arthur? I haven't talked to you in a while."
Arthur scowled. "Well, I got the wires taken out of my mouth a few weeks ago. Dreadfully painful. And Conner has announced that his fiancée is pregnant. The wedding was moved to up from June to April because of that. Oh yes, also," the blond man's voice got louder, anger seeping in his tone, "I'm being held hostage in a MENTAL ASYLUM."
The doctor sighed, running a hand through his dark brown and grey hair. "Arthur, you aren't being held hostage." He said calmly. "Because of your tests over the years, you've been deemed unsuitable to make your own decisions. Since Allistor is your oldest next of kin, he's who decides if you are to be here or not."
Arthur stood up, filled with rage.
"He's WHAT?! That wanker is going to decide my fate?! HE HATES ME! THAT'S THE WORST DECISION YOU HAVE EVER MADE!"
Dr. Harrison smiled at the angry man. "I know your relationship with your eldest brother, so I got Conner and Dylan to look over your papers and fill them out as well. It was a vote, you see, and all of your brothers unanimously decided to send you here."
The statement did nothing to calm Arthur's nerves, and the Brit began to pace across the room angrily.
Arthur heard the older male sigh once again. "I shouldn't have said that, how about we-"
"You know what I think? I think that they ALL hate me. Probably much less than Allistor, but enough. I mean, Dylan is trying to move in with his girlfriend, Conner already officially lives with his fiancée, they only ever helped after the fights, when I was bloodied and bruised and broken and in need of a blasted hospital. THEY didn't stop it before it got too bad, OH NO, that bastard Conner even sat and WATCHED a few times!"
His pacing increased. "My brothers didn't really support my dreams. I got a scholarship to Cambridge. CAMBRIDGE. The noble one back in England. That's a bloody good school and quite difficult to get into. And I got a scholarship to go! My being here means I can't go back to University. I WANTED to go to University and finish! I'll be the only Kirkland not to complete study at Cambridge! My family's name is on the line!" The Brit threw himself onto the long chair, landing on his back and covering his face with his hands.
"My life is ruined! What am I supposed to do now? I wanted to become a novelist! I guess I could pull a John Clare and not be formally trained as a writer. But that won't go over well with publishers. 'A wee queer lad wants to publish his fantasy novelette? Hogwash! A load of bullocks that is!' It'll be brutal."
He looked up at the ceiling, his misty green eyes fixed on a spot. "Um Minty? Well I suppose that'll work. What so you say M'lady?" The young man began to laugh. "Yes yes, that will certainly work!"
The doctor watched as his patient talked to his 'friends'. He wrote a few notes down on Arthur then flipped himself over onto his stomach, the man letting his arms hang over the front of his desk.
"Arthur." He said slowly, thinking of what he wanted to say.
Aforementioned man turned his head towards the doctor, trying to calm his giggles. "Yes?"
Dr. Harrison just HAD to smile at him. The blond looked so happy. But one was able to tell it was only temporary. He's known the Englishman long enough to know it was a matter of time before he was angry and sardonic again.
"Didn't you transfer over to Harvard this year? I'm sure you'll be able to pick up where you left off once you leave here."
Arthur looked over to the doctor. "Yes yes, I did, but I don't know if they'll LET me back. Cap't? Oh you fiend! I can't believe you just said that!" He laughed and poked at the air.
His laughter grew and Dr. Harrison let him be for a few minutes. Arthur deserves a bit of happiness.
"Dr. Harrison? I have something to tell you."
"Yes Arthur. Tell away."
A smirk appeared on his face. "The Lady Tinker Bella fancies you. She finds you very handsome." He paused for a moment then laughed again. "Oh my apologies Lady Tink, Minty dared me to tell! Take it up with him if you didn't like it!"
The doctor picked up his notes and wrote another point before replying. "Tell 'the Lady Tinker Bella' that her complement is flattering." Best to ease Arthur into facility by going with his claims at first.
They went on talking for a good 20 minutes, Arthur explaining some things about himself, as well as talking to his 'friends' and Dr. Harrison giving some advise and counseling while entertaining the Brit and ever so subtly hinting to the younger man that he shouldn't listen to his 'friends' all the time.
The brown haired man looked at the wall clock. "Arthur, we're almost out of time for today." He said, moving off of the desk to walk over to Arthur. He picked something off of his printer on his way over and folded it.
"Here," The doctor handed Arthur the paper. "That's your schedule. It also has your room number, floor number and the location of the activity room and pantry. You'll be meeting with me twice a week, Mondays and Thursdays, for one-on-one at 3pm, and then two more times for group on Tuesdays and Fridays at 12:30. On Wednesday you'll have an activity planned to do all day, and Saturdays and Sundays are basically free days for you."He walked Arthur to the door and opened it. "If you have any questions or forget anything, it's on that piece of paper. You can also ask one of the nurses."
Soon after, he spotted James and called him over. "Could you show Arthur to his room please? 417. Thank you."
James made an unpleasant face. "417? Are you sure that's a good idea to put him there? With..."
The doctor nodded. "He's been doing much better. Much much better actually and it would be nice if he had a roommate for a change."
Arthur's eyes widened. "What you two talking about? A roommate? Who is it?"
He went ignored. "Still, he's not really a person you'd-"
"Thank you James. Please take Arthur to his room." Dr. Harrison smiled grimly at the nurse, leaving no room for argument.
James and Arthur walked away from the door, the latter confused to high hell about what that conversation was about.
"Dada daaaa, dada dada daaaa, dada dada da, DAAAAA! Here I come!"
"Oh NO." James said, face palming.
"What the bloody hell- who is that? And why is he so loud?"
A tall blond man appeared around the corner, glasses bouncing, blue eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, running full speed towards Dr. Harrison's office, a large grin on his face.
Arthur saw that he had no intention to stop or move around him, so he braced himself to be slammed into, but it never happened.
"No need to fear, simple citizen! I am the hero, Globo Man! Here to protect the world from evil in all forms! Now," he bent down to met eye to eye with the Brit, much to Arthur's displeasure.
"Who ARE you, citizen? I know all of the civilians here, so are you new?!"
Arthur quickly got annoyed. "I don't have to tell you who I am! And you AREN'T a superhero!"
James started to panic. "No, Arthur, apologize, you don't know what you're doing."
The taller blond frowned. "I am TOO a hero! And I'll prove it!" He went to the lobby and stood at the end of the room, facing a wall blank of paintings and chairs.
The blond ran at the wall, running up it a good 6 feet then flipped off, landing upright. "See? I can walk up WALLS! Can a simple citizen like you do that?"
Arthur grew red. "Any hyperactive git can do that! Proves nothing."
The other man frowned even more and walked back over to Arthur and James. "Oh yea? Well can you do THIS?" He exhaled, and with a loud yell drop kicked the wall, creating a large hole in it. Fortunately, he was fast enough not to get his feet stuck in the hole.
James grew livid. "Dammit! Alfred, we told you not to kick the walls anymore! And did you just come from outside?! There's mud on the lobby wall!" He exclaimed.
Alfred calmed down in a matter of seconds, his face falling. "Oh shit man, I did this?! You know I'm sorry, bro. I can't help it."
Arthur didn't know what to say. Didn't Alfred know he kicked the wall?
Dr. Harrison appeared out of his office and immediately saw the saddened blond. "Oh Alfred, let's go into my office and talk about it." He wrapped his arm around his shoulder and guided him to the room.
"I'm so sorry Doc; I didn't mean to do it again. I just…" Alfred trailed off and became silent, covering his face with his hands.
The doctor smiled sweetly at Alfred. "It's perfectly fine, Alfred. You've been getting better. It's much less frequent than it was before, so no need to fret."
The two went into the room and closed the door, but soon after shouts could be heard, as well as crashes and banging on the door.
Arthur became frightened by the display. "Is he… is he, alright…?" The Englishman asked hesitantly, still trying to wrap his head around what just happened.
James' voice was calm and quiet. "He's not the worst case, but not the best either. Alfred is… he's getting better."
They headed up to Arthur's room in a melancholy silence, neither so much as audibly breathing.
"You're roommate will give you a tour of the place later, he has already been advised to do so."
James pushed opened the white double doors, revealing fairly spacious a grey and white room, a shower unit to the immediate right, double vanity sink and toilet opposite that, and two beds straight ahead, a wall between them.
On one of the beds sat a large man. He had an eerily pleasant look dawned, platinum hair framing his round face, making him look more childish and sweet than most.
He stood up, coming to his full height, dwarfing Arthur, standing at least 8 inches taller than the Englishman.
His light purple eyes were shining. "Yay! I get a roommate, da? We will have so much fun making together!"
Arthur could hear an accent on his voice, east European, he picked out. 'Most likely a Russian.'
"Good luck." James said quietly, then exited the room.
A panicked expression could be seen on Arthur's face.
The large man quickly walked over to Arthur and grabbed his hands.
"We will be the best friends, yes? I am Ivan Braginski, and you are my new roommate!"
A/N: Andddddd, chapter two! Hmmm, looks like Arthur has met some new and very interesting people this time. We also got a bit more info about our favorite Englishman. Hey, you guys, how about we try and guess some ages here?! Won't that be fun? No? Well, do it anyway! To pass the time. I'd like to thank the amazing liz42Awesome, Angelic Fluffle, DawnSketchthepony, IDon'tSleepTooGood, chukaliteluvver, Elizaveta Hedervary and Sora Resi
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