A/N: hey guys! So here's a quick update, :D
basically, right now, I am legitimately trying to reply to all reviews, thanking you or whatnot, and if you haven't got a message PM me and we can chat! :D
BTW, I think I'll go with FrUK and USUK, with a constant subplot of The Fight for The Twins. But it'll be a lot better later, because remember how I mentioned that Dylan, Alistair, Peter, Patrick, Malcolm and Charlie were main characters? :D
ON WITH THE MOVIE! ... Oh wait...
Arthur went to his cell, the guard closing the door behind him. The little window was slid closed, leaving him with only the barred window to look out of.
He sat down on the small bed, hearing the springs coil under his weight. He gripped his shins, pushing his knees up against his chest. Sighing, he looked around at the messily painted room. He started to see glowing orbs of light, floating around him, in different colours.
Bringing his fists to his eyes, he rubbed his eyelids, chanting that they weren't real. Upon opening his eyes, he found that the glowing circles of red, green, pink and blue had vanished.
Sighing, he cursed the fact that only he and Ollie knew about his condition, as he had no actual way to prove it. He hadn't told the police, he hadn't told the lawyer, he hadn't told the people that worked here.
And the hallucinations just kept getting worse.
~FrUK~USUK~
Oliver walked back to the A block, a slight bounce in his step. He had started talking to Ivan, a Russian male that was slightly younger than him, but much taller. It turned out, the two were incredibly similar.
Ivan was in the A block, after killing a plumber whilst he was sorting out the piping. He had, apparently, murdered him with one of the spare pipes, beating him to death with it. He actually seemed like a really sweet person, a cute smile plastered on his face and round, seemingly innocent, violet eyes.
Then again, Oliver looked like a sweet person too.
Ivan had insanity as well, but was able to hide it, thanks to many years of therapy.
But one day, he had forgotten all of those years spent, trying to get better.
He had forgotten all of the training.
He had forgotten all of the physiologists trying to help him.
He had forgotten, and he had snapped.
~FrUKUS~
Arthur awoke to the sound of his door sliding open, a guard in the standard uniform outside, arms folded across his chest.
"Lunch." The man stated. Arthur knew exactly what he was talking about, so stood up from the bed and wiped his eyes, walking towards the door.
The policeman led him towards the lunch hall, waiting until the blonde was in the room before closing it, locking it to make sure the loonies didn't try to escape.
He spotted his twin sitting at a table with a few other males, a hand on the seat next to him. Arthur walked towards his brother, leaning his head downwards, hovering it above his shoulder, and shouting a short 'Boo'.
"I told you NOT to do that, Artie!" Oliver complained, rubbing his ears.
"I know you did, Ollie." Arthur replied, sitting down on the chair that Oliver's hand previously reserved.
Arthur looked around at the others at the table. Seeing no one he knew, turned towards Oliver for two reasons.
One; to introduce him. Two; to make sure they were real.
Oliver nodded, knowing his brother hated to introduce himself first, just in case the 'person' was yet another fragment of his imagination.
Oliver pointed towards a teen with a blonde mass of hair, one tiny cowlick defying gravity, "That's Alfred," he supplied, said blonde smiling at Arthur.
He pointed to the boy next to him, another blonde with wavy hair and one curly strand sticking out, "That's Matthew," Matthew, in turn, greeted Arthur with a shy smile. He then pointed to a incredibly tall - even when sitting down- male, his silver hair falling into his face, "That's Ivan." The other merely smiled sweetly, yet creepily, at the Briton. Lastly he pointed towards the boy besides himself, "That's Yao."
"Guys, this is Arthur, my twin." Oliver explained, gesturing towards the third blonde.
"He's just like you, da?" Ivan asked, a terribly thick Russian accent accompanying his speech.
Oliver and Arthur shrugged their shoulders simultaneously, sticking their elbows on the table and resting their heads in their palms, a habit they had yet to grow out of.
"Definitely, aru." Yao nodded, smiling a bit. A Chinese accent rolling off of his tongue.
"So, what are you in for?" Alfred asked, leaning across the table towards Yao. The Chinese man tilted his head, his ponytail hanging off of his shoulder.
"What?" He asked, clearly confused.
"Why're you here?" Alfred rephrased, gesturing towards the front gate visible from the window, 'Hetalia Asylum' written in bold, white letters above its crest.
Yao nodded, know understanding. "Well, aru, I would rather not talk about it..." The Chinese male stated, turning his away from the boisterous American.
"Aww, come on, dude-" Alfred was cut of by a chilling glare from his brother, clearly stating that he should leave the Asian alone.
Alfred sighed and turned his attention back towards the twins, of whom were both running hands through their hair, the ginger looking lazily at the other inhabitants of the room.
'No way was that Frenchman getting either of them.' Alfred vowed.
He grinned at the Brits, 'This is going to be fun.'
A/N: Soo... That was A BIT longer, right? :T
oh, if you have an idea fir China's reason for being here, send me a PM with you're idea and I'll give you shoutout And use it in the story! :D BYEE PEEPS!