Hiii it's Feli~~~

Of course you know it's me.

This is supposed to be a humorous chapter, so… yeah. Keyword, or words, supposed to.

Okay I should probably do this first so… Elizaveta- Hungary, Caleb- Cuba, Bella- Belgium

I don't own Hetalia.

As the woman led Italy down the halls, she tried to get him to converse with her.

"My name is Bella; it's nice to meet you!" Italy just nodded. Bella did not give up. "So what's your name?" Since he was in public, Italy decided to use his human name. Just in case.

"Feliciano." He mumbled.

"That's a nice name!" Italy really didn't want to talk right now, and he was glad when they finally approached the correct room.

"Alright, Caleb will be here in just a sec! Sit tight!" And with that, she left the room.

Italy sat down in one of the two chairs. The room was white, much like all the other rooms, and it had two chairs against one of the walls, a small couch, and a swivel chair next to the couch. Only three minutes passed and a dark-skinned male wearing a Hawaiian shirt and dreads walked in. He had a tub of ice cream in his hand as well. "Hi, you must be Feliciano. I'm Caleb. Nice to meet you." He said, continuing to eat the chocolate ice cream.

"Hi…"

"Well you don't sound like you want to talk too much. Alright, well, come over here and sit on this couch." He said as he took his own seat in the swivel chair.

"So, I have a good method for whatever your problem is. Drown all your problems in ice cream. It works, believe me. If you want, I'll buy you some."

Italy shook his head.

"Really? Because ice cream solves all my problems."

Again, Italy shook his head, getting slightly annoyed.

"Okay, I get it if you don't want to say anything but… you should really take my advice."

"CALEB!" Yelled a new voice coming from the hallway. A young woman stomped into the room, looking very ticked. She had long brown hair, and green eyes. Her eyes were glaring at Caleb. "What have I told you about making the patients eat ice cream to solve their problems?"

Caleb looked down at his feet, defeated. "Not to do it…" He said, eating his ice cream.

"That's right. Now, skedaddle! I will take care of Feliciano. You are one step closer to getting fired, mister." She said, shoving Caleb out.

She closed the door behind him and turned to Feliciano. "I'm so sorry about him… now back to you. Do you want to talk about it?" Italy said nothing.

"Okay, well maybe we can try something else. Do you want to play a game? We can play Twister!" Italy just looked at her.

"Okay, I'll get the mat and the spinner!" She said, and she went to a closet in the back of the room. Less than a minute later she returned with a big white mat with five rows of different colored circles and a spinner.

"Okay, you spread the mat out, and I'll put on some music!" The lady walked over to a stereo and pressed "play". A song Italy knew well began playing.

Audrey Hepburn had it made,

But Freddy never got it straight.

These problems never can be solved,

And wild spirits can't be tamed.

Italy picked up the mat and slowly spread it out. He didn't want to play, but it looked as if he had no choice.

So let's pretend we're superhuman!

We'll lift our feet up off the ground,

To stop the cracking sounds of eggshells.

"Feliciano, do you know this song?" Italy nodded slightly. Then, he remembered he didn't even know this woman's name.

"Miss, what is your name?" He said, just above a whisper.

"Oh my, I didn't even introduce myself!" Uh, yeah, I just said that, Italy thought. "My name is Elizaveta!"

And how about taking off a day?

Doing things we've always done before,

We've never stopped to wonder if we messed up anything.

"Feliciano, why don't you sing with me?"

"So cue the soundtrack! Cue the lights! Give me tension, give me nerves! Give me awkward glances, sweating hands and misread lines a thousand times rehearsed. We can love, like in the movies." They sang in unison, except Elizaveta's voice was much stronger, since Feliciano wasn't exactly in the singing mood at the very moment.

"Good job!" She said, smiling at him. Italy quietly thanked her and hoped this would be over soon. It's not that he didn't like Elizaveta, he just hated being in this place. Everyone he loved thought he was emotionally unstable… all because of him.

"Miss Elizaveta, I would like to talk about it now…" Italy said.

"That's great! Start whenever you're ready."

The people who work here sure are nosy… Italy thought. "When I was little I had a best friend, and one day he had to leave. He was my childhood love, and he promised to come back. But he never did, and the other night I had a dream about him. It's just too much for me to take now, and it sent me over the edge, I guess. I have people who will listen to me, but instead they send me here. It doesn't help me get any better. No offense, but I didn't want to come here. If I knew I would've refused. But my brother took me here without telling me." His expression softened.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Maybe Twister will help!"

Italy just started at the woman.

"Can I go now?" He asked. Elizaveta looked at his face. He looked pained and exhausted. Elizaveta gave him a faint smile.

"Yes, you may go."

Italy gave her a small grin and exited the room.

A/N: One more chapter to goooo! Woo-hoo!

I hope you like this chapter. Just something Lilli and I came up with. :P

Okayyy so I hope you like this chapter! Please review!

~Feli