A/N: Chapter 4 you guysssss. This one is interesting, if I do say so myself.
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 start making your shrine to him now if you haven't already.
Warning(s): swearing, new character, medical stuff (someone please check me on something I may have wrong, thanks)
It was a bright, fresh, sunny day at Grandly Harrison's. The building looked as pleasant as ever, with its pale, pastel orange beaming oh so cutely, and its lively blue letters presenting the name proudly.
Today looked like it was going to be very peaceful and, dare it be said, fun.
Well, not on Floor Zero. Not for Lovino Vargas. Oh no, never, for Lovino.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU FUCKING MEAN I HAVE TO GO TO GOD DAMN THERAPY NOW? THIS ISN'T MY SCHEDULED DAY, THIS ISN'T MY SCHEDULED TIME. I JUST FINISHED BREAKFAST, BASTARD, I'M NOT ABOUT TO GO TALK TO FUCKING DR. HARRISON ABOUT MY LIFE. I GOTTA SLEEP. I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOU BITCH ASS MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLES ABOUT JACK SHIT!"
"It's best if you listen to us, Lovino. Maybe then you'll get off Floor Zero." James tried to reason with the angry man. Why did he have to get put in charge of this certain patient? Nick never has to do this stuff; he never has to deal with patients like Lovino.
"ARE YOU SHITING ME, YOU BASTARD?! DR. FUCKING HARRISON DOESN'T GIVE A RAT'S PARASITE FILLED ANUS ABOUT IF I GET OFF OF FLOOR ZERO OR NOT." Lovino shouted at the top of his lungs.
The fiery Italian was then pulled out of the blank, white room into the cool blue colored hallway of Floor Zero.
Lovino was seriously sick of this floor. He was sick of his routine, though he secretly appreciated the only constant in his life.
With this new, earlier meeting time, he's missing a critical part of his daily plan; the part when he sleeps in until group. Extremely important to Lovino, though he prefers to not be this lazy, it's better to be by oneself and your subconscious before dealing with others.
"You are fucking up my life James, THIS IS WHY I FUCKING HATE THIS PLACE IT IS ALWAYS MESSING UP THE SHIT I WANT TO DO."
The male nurse lead Lovino into the elevator, where the hazel eyed man proceeded to punch the buttons until they all glowed a bright yellow.
James sighed. Once the two made it to the first floor, the nurse pushed Lovino out of the door and closed the elevator.
"Dammit, this isn't my fucking time, why the hell do I have to come up here?" The young man muttered, past the front desk towards Dr. Harrison's office.
Lovino knocked on the door and awaited the calm face of the doctor to appear. "Hello, Lovino. Why don't you come in?" he said, opening the door wider so that the Italian could walk in.
The younger man just crossed his arms and stared at the door. "I'm not fucking going in there, I don't have to listen to you shit eating bastard."
"Well, you can't come in then." Dr. Harrison said with a smile, slowly closing the door. "Wait!" Lovino shouted, pushing the door open and walking in. He shut it once he was inside and laid down on the long chair near the doctor's desk.
"Tell me about your week so far, Lovino. How have you been doing?" the doctor asked softly.
The Italian sucked his teeth and turned away from the older man. "I'm still fucking stuck on Floor Zero. What the fuck do I look like stuck on the crazy floor? I'm not a psycho like some of these other bastards."
"If you were to stop attacking the nurses, then maybe you'd get off sooner. The time resets every time you lash out." Dr. Harrison stated.
"I'VE BEEN THERE FOR 7 MOTHER FUCKING MONTHS. IF I WAS EVER GOING TO GET OFF, I WOULD HAVE BY NOW. THAT FUCKHEAD IVAN HASN'T EVEN BE THERE THAT LONG." His shouts were loud, as they always were, and actually not angry, also as they always were.
The doctor rested his chin on his hand and looked at Lovino passively. "To be honest, I was thinking of having you taken off today. Back on Floor Four, back with your old roommate, though."
The Italian's hazel eyes widened. "You've gotta be shittin' me, Dr. Fuckface. About time you assholes let me onto Floor Four again."
Dr. Harrison nodded. "You've been away long enough. And Ivan has been complaining that his record was being broken, and it was creeping people out."
"Everything that bastard does is creepy as fuck, so how is this different?" the older man chuckled.
The doctor stood up. "I know how much you like to be alone. This was all I called you in for."
Lovino frowned. "No." he planted himself firmly into the seat. Dr. Harrison sat on top of his desk and crossed his legs. "You act just like-"
"DON'T compare me to that damned bastard. Aren't you supposed to ask me shit about my life so far or something girly like that? Hop to it fuckface, all day is something I do not fucking have."
Actually Lovino, it is, but saying such things isn't wise, is it? "So, how have your symptoms been?" the older man asked smoothly.
The hazel eyed man sucked his teeth once again, turning in the velvety long chair to face the middle aged doctor. "Fan-fuckin'-tastic. The tiny ants under my skin have stopped fucking like god damned rabbits and are now just walking around doing ant like shit. And my nails are soaring to new lengths of getting on my last fucking nerves, so I think it's time for Eliza to cut them. She's not busy, is she?"
"Have you ever thought of being a poet? That was a very creative way to tell me that you aren't that itchy anymore and you've stopped biting your nails."
"ABSOLUTELY NO. Poetry is for those punk asses in argyle and matching socks without a sense of rhythm and an ear for what doesn't sound like Komodo dragon shit."
The graying man chuckled at his patient. "There's a new ward here, and I don't think he'd take too kindly to that opinion."
Lovino raised an eyebrow. "What, is he one of those pretentious assmunchers like that? You act like I seriously give two shits Dr. Fuckface. OOPS! LOOKS LIKE I DO NOT." The man stood up and walk towards the door.
"If you were still wondering, Elizabeta shouldn't be busy with anything."
"Fuck you, bastard!"
Lovino left the room and made his way upstairs to see one of the only nurses that was nice to him. Her and her husband always had their doors open to Lovino if he needed advise or a shoulder to vent into if it has gotten to that point. Not that he accepted the invitation much, but it was a very gracious opening.
The biggest question is though, is Lovino still welcome?
Once he made it to the head nurse's office, Lovino hesitated. When was the last time he saw the woman, 4 months ago? 5 months? He didn't want to cross into territory he was no longer welcome in.
He stood at the door for a good half hour. Too scared, no, not scared, uneasy, to go in.
This feeling, this mood he was in was absolutely the worst of them all. The uneasiness washed over him, freezing his normally fiery self right down to the core. They were supposed to help him here, but he still gets this way, so what was the point?
The Hungarian woman ended up walking out of the room, long brown hair let down today, a pretty crown of pink and white flowers with green leaves resting on her head. 'They must have made them in group today…'
She saw the look in his eyes, the look that conflicted with his expression; that one look in his eyes that wanted reassurance but was hidden behind the annoyed look on his face. And Elizabeta did what she knew was best to do; grab the younger man's arm and guild him into the office.
"You were outside my door for a while, weren't you Lovino?" she asked, walking him over to a chair near her desk.
He shook his head no, but she knew he couldn't help himself not lie when it comes to this.
"I'm sorry for not knowing, sweetie. You know you're always welcome."
Lovino lifted his hand up to the Hungarian woman's eye level, showing her how long they've gotten. "Could you clip my damn nails…?"
Elizabeta went into her desk drawers and retrieved a nail clippers and nail file.
She clipped each nail down to a respectable size, admiring the strong looking, yet small hands of the Italian. The reddened knuckles have calmed to blend with the rest of his olive skin, the little paper cut like mark scars faded. It made her happy.
"That doesn't matter, you know. I don't give a damn; you don't need to be so welcoming."
"And you don't need to be so hostile to a person that wants to help you through this."
He sucked his teeth.
"I heard you got off Floor Zero. Aren't you happy about that?" the woman asked, green eyes looking over Lovino's fingers as she filed the nails even.
"It's whatever to me. As long as I don't have to interact with any of the other patients, I don't care." He snapped.
'I didn't mean that…'
She nodded.
This was standard as far as Lovino's actions went. He regretted it most of the time. Luckily he has the understanding motherly Elizabeta to confide in.
"The cravings are back. I didn't tell that fuckface Harrison, but I though you should know."
Elizabeta frowned then stood up and walked over to her desk, sanitizing her hands then pulling out a pair of gloves, a flash light and a tongue compressor. "Open your mouth, sweet heart."
He didn't, as she expected. Elizabeta gripped his jaw and opened it with her other hand. "Keep it open." She ordered as she stuck the compressor in and pushed his tongue to the side to see the area better.
"Why the fuck do you always have to do this?! I haven't been eating in a while, dammit!"
She searched the Italian's mouth for signs of him acting on his addition, hoping she didn't.
The brown haired woman found them. Lovino's tongue and cheek had small lacerations covering the fleshy surface, as well as evidence of dulling teeth.
Elizabeta pulled the tongue compressor out and went back over to her desk, pulling off the gloves and throwing them away along with the tongue compressor.
She put her hands on her desk, looking down at her computer screen. "Where and how much?" Elizabeta muttered.
"Why the hell do I have to say?!" 'I don't want you to hate me for not listening to you.'
"Because it's dangerous to your health, Lovino! Now answer me, WHERE AND HOW MUCH?!" she looked up and shouted, gripping the edge of the desk.
He looked away from her harsh gaze. "I found a beer bottle outside the other day. A passerby must have thrown it over the fence and I- I couldn't help myself."
"That doesn't answer how much, Lovino."
The Italian looked down at his hands. "All of it."
The Hungarian woman shot up from her desk and went over to the young man. She threw arm arms around him and pulled him close. "Who the hell let you do this again? Who?" she gripped him tighter "Who?!" Lovino just stood still, looking over the woman's shoulder onto the floor, hazel eyes glazed in silent resentment for telling her.
She didn't let him answer before she let go and sent a message alerting someone of the situation.
"Why the hell did you tell anyone this?" he shouted, looking up at her finally.
Elizabeta turned her eyes to him. "Because unlike your damn parents that brushed you off as a delinquent, I care."
She paced back and forth, waiting for someone to come in the room, hopefully with nutrient bags and a test set to see where Lovino's health was standing at this point.
Minutes passed in a horrifying silence, only to be broken by light taps of loafers hitting the floor and heavy breathing.
'Why the fuck did I tell anyone again? This always fucking happens.'
"Elizabeta, I got your message and came as quickly as I could." A brown haired doctor burst into the room saying, pushing a cart with IV bags and drips on it. The doctor was followed by another nurse, and she was pushing a gurney. The Austrian pushed the cart into a corner next to a chair then pointed to the gurney for Lovino to lie on while the other nurse left to prepare a room.
A relived looked appeared on the head nurse's face. 'Thank God Roderich came.'
Elizabeta immediately got to work preparing Lovino for the drip, rolling up his sleeve and finding the vein for the drip to go in.
"It was just a bottle. A little beer bottle." Lovino said quietly, though with anger in his tone.
Nobody said anything as they pushed the Italian to the medical ward. He was observed for a while, tests were run and IVs were filled to meet his needs as they tried to pinpoint where the objects were in his system.
"Lovino's iron levels are low, as well as his vitamin levels. The bags we have on him now are providing the nutrients he needs at the moment." Roderich explained to Dr. Harrison.
"Thank you, Dr. Edelstein. How serious is his condition right now?" the psychologist asked, looking over at the hazel eyed Italian on the bed.
Roderich pushed his glasses up and looked at the clipboard in his hand. "Luckily, since he's been here he hasn't dropped the habit of crushing the glass before consuming it, so there are no large shards to worry about tearing anything inside of him." The violet eyed man looked over the information some more before continuing. "He has depleted his iron levels to a dangerous low again, as I've said, so we need to keep him on the nutrients. Aerobics aren't advised, but he is cleared to move about if he has an activity today."
"As long as he has his IV, yes?"
Roderich nodded.
Lovino was then taken to his group session with Dr. Harrison via wheelchair.
They made it down stairs and to the meeting room in time, and Lovino was met with multiple people, old and new.
He passed someone he didn't know before and nearly ran over their foot, too angry at this morning's happenings to really even care at this point. "Excuse you!" the patient said, snapping out of whatever thought he had to address the wheelchair bound man. "Watch where the fuck you're stepping, bastard." He responded, flipping off the person.
The Italian wheeled over next to a familiar person, though his name slipped his mind at the second. The man smiled at him politely, and gave a small, 'hello.'
'Not that it fucking matters who this bastard is though. These shit for brains doctors have me hooked up to all this crap like I actually need it. Fuck them.'
"It's great to see everyone here today." Dr. Harrison said, looking around the room at all his patients. "I hope you all had a good week, and are ready to explore each other more. Today, we have a new member of the 12:30 Friday block. His name is Arthur Kirkland, and he just arrived at Grandly Harrison's yesterday. Everyone welcome Arthur, and then we can get started."
A round of 'hello Arthur's rang through the room. The aforementioned man stood up then smiled and waved sheepishly.
Dr. Harrison looked over at Lovino. "Lovino, you didn't greet Arthur."
The Italian man crossed his arms and muttered, "God damned bastard, welcome to hell."
A/N: Alright, chapter four introduces our favorite angry Italian, Lovino! Lovino suffers from a few illnesses, though his most serious involve is eating habits. So far, he has my favorite backstory, aside from Ivan. Hopefully you guys enjoy Lovi and his mess in future chapters. Next chapter we're gonna be back on with Arthur, so stay tuned! Again, any spelling errors, grammar errors, OOCness or anything else, please PM me so I can hurry up and fix/work on that crap. I'd like to thank you all for reading, and special thanks go out to those who fav'd and followed, as well as a very special thanks to Sora Resi, Angelic Fluffle and an anon that goes by the name MokaRaiden for being awesome and reviewing. I'd also like to thank all the wondrous folks over on Tumblr that drop such nice comments. *blows kisses to you all* Drop some comments saying what should happen in group, since that'll be awesome to hear. Please read, fav, follow, review and most of all, ENJOY!