I'm sorry for the scare earlier. I'm alright. I was stressed out, because I thought I was going to lose my hamster. He's the closest thing to a baby that I can have, without getting married. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been that stressed out, but he's okay.
Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.
Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!
I'm sorry for the delay, but I'm actually busy with actual life. I know! Liiike, I had to take my hamster to the vet (he's okay,) and I celebrated my grandpa's birthday...
Person Thank you! I've heard of that, but I doubt that THAT will shut people up. I already tried, actually but um... It's kind of strange, how you "register..." But thank you, again.
Lemon Pucker... XD Thank you! The first sentence already made me feel bet- wait, what was that about having a stalker? SPIKER'S! PROTECT MEEES! (He's a vicious chihuahua/Japanese chin/miniature blue heeler.)
Fan 1 Again, I'm sorry for the scare. I AM taking anti-depressants, but those can only work so far. Luckily, I haven't thought about actually killing myself in years... That doesn't sound much better, does it?
Guest Yeeep...
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Alfred could move after a day of resting, but he still kept quiet. He would do whatever Ludwig wanted him to do, while saying as little as possible. His temperature was normal again. Ludwig walked into the bedroom, and sat on the bed with him.
"How are you doing, today?" Alfred shrugged, making Ludwig sigh. "Alright, well, there's this place- I guess you could call it an asylum. It kind of works like one, but it's not really an asylum. Anyway, the people who works there will watch you, talk to you, and then talk to me. They would tell me what would make your life better, judging on how you act in there, and if you say anything to them. They'll still try if you don't talk, though."
"Would they be giving me drugs?" Alfred asked, which made Ludwig's eyes widen a little in surprise.
"Probably not. Though, I can't say that for sure. It will really depend on your actions, and words." He briefly wondered if telling Alfred that was a good idea, or not. "I'd probably come over once or twice a week, depending on how long you're in there. The thing is, I can take you back home whenever I want, so there's no reason to play sick for a longer stay."
Alfred got out of bed and started taking out pairs of his clothing. "Are we leaving right away?" He asked.
Ludwig smirked. "You seem to be eager to leave."
He shrugged. "'Whatever will help."
"Well, it might help, at least a little, to put on some actual clothes. Though I suppose they're used to people coming in, wearing pajamas, by now."
"I'm not crazy. I just want my life less shitty. A LOT less shitty."
"I know that you're not crazy. Hurry up, and get dressed in proper clothing."
Alfred gathered some clothing in his arms. He tried walking into the bathroom, but his shoulder was grabbed. He tensed up. 'I knew it...'
"Where are you going? Do you need to use the bathroom before we go?"
He sighed, and threw his clothes on the bed. He tried to get his pajamas off, and his clothes on as quickly as he could, to get it over it. Except, he had trouble buttoning his jeans. He gasped. 'No, no, no...' He forced his pants to close around his hips. He slid his glasses over his face, and, knowing that he couldn't leave the room alone, stared at the floor.
"Are you ready?" Alfred nodded. He gasped when Ludwig grabbed him around his shoulder. "Come on, then."
'Does he have to touch me?' He manged to quickly grab the phone number that was by the phone, before walking out of the house with Ludwig still attached to his shoulders. Ludwig didn't seem to have noticed. He stared out of the window as soon as he was inside of Ludwig's car to avoid looking at the man completely.
He couldn't focus on the scenery outside. He felt awkward, being in the same place as Ludwig, without actually looking at him. (Not that he wanted to.) He wanted to get away. He could practically feel his organs trying to stay in place.
'It's all his fault. I couldn't work out, with him around. Plus, my body hurt for a couple days and... Oh God. I just hope that this hospital thing works. I'm gonna have to watch what I eat, just in case I have no limit to food at this... Place. Dammit, why now?! I don't need this!'
"Are you okay?" Ludwig asked.
"Yeah." Alfred sounded a little more irritated than he wanted to sound. He sighed to calm himself down, a little. "I'm okay. 'Maybe a little tired, but okay." He lied. 'It's okay. I can always work out in the room I'm going to be staying in, even if I'm not alone. I'm sure he or she wouldn't care if I worked out... I suppose it depends on why he or she is there in the first place.'
"Are you planning on calling Nicolas while you're in there?" Alfred gasped, and his eyes widen. He clutched the piece of paper in his hand. "I don't mind. I'll give them the number, so you can talk to him. But, the doctors will be listening to you, and maybe take notes."
Alfred almost thanked him, but he still held his tongue. He wanted help, and he knows that this started with him staying as quiet as possible.
Ludwig turned into a parking lot, in front of a two-story building. He found a place to park, and stop the car. Alfred scrunched his eyebrows together. "Already?"
"What was that?"
"I remember the trip taking at least fifteen minutes longer last time, when you took Lu- err... Um... Alexander? Here."
"That's probably because this place isn't the same place. The place I took Alexander is closer to his master's home. Besides, I wouldn't keep you in the same place Alexander is. Even if it has been a while, I still wouldn't want to risk it."
Alfred got out of the car, first. He started towards the building before Ludwig could even get out of his car. His wrist was snatched before he could go too far on his own. Alfred gasped and instinctively tried pulling his arm back.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Alfred whimpered in surprise. "I'm sorry? I-I just..." Alfred paused to think.
"You're just," what?"
"I... I dunno. I guess I'm just used to rushing out of the car, and getting into wherever we are, before everyone else."
Ludwig dragged him the rest of the way through the lot. "Try not to do that, again."
Alfred was sure that his wrist was going to have a nasty bruise, by the time Ludwig lets go of it. He was forced to stand next to Ludwig, while said German man was talking to the person behind the desk.
"Give me Nicolas' number."
"Huh?" Alfred looked up at him. He wasn't paying attention, until now.
"You won't be able to dial any numbers on the phones here. Only the nurses can dial numbers for you. You will be allowed to talk to either Nicolas, or me, almost any time of the day, as long as you'll give me his number."
"Oh." He handed Ludwig the number he had clutched in his hand.
"You may sit down now. I'll join you in a bit, because I'm sure I'll have questions for you to answer, on the sheet they're going to give me."
Alfred nodded, and took a seat on one of the couches they had in, what he was guessing, was the "waiting room." Ludwig took a seat next to him. He could answer all of the question for Alfred, himself.
"I guess I was wrong." He stood up. "I was able to answer everything, without having to ask you anything."
Alfred remained sitting where he was, until Ludwig came back, with a cheery, brunet nurse. "I can show you your room, Alfred!"
"Thank you."
Alfred gladly let himself be led to the room he was going to be staying in during his time there. Ludwig was following them as well, though, and that bothered him, but he knew that he couldn't do anything about it.
"Here we are!"
The room was cozy, with a twin sized bed, and his own bathroom. "Thank you." He said, again. "This is a very nice room."
"Lunch is usually served at twelve, and dinner at eigh-err, six in the evening. Breakfast will depend on when you wake up in the morning, and snacks are available until an hour before lunch and dinner. We will be watching your actions alone, with strangers, and with your master."
Alfred twitched at that word. 'I'm...' He clenched his hands into fists.
"Do any of you have any questions?"
Ludwig shook his head. "Not right now, I don't."
"Um... May I talk to Nicolas?"
"You just got here, Alfred. You should look around the place, to get to know it, first."
"Actually..." The nurse spoke up. "I was hoping that I could talk to you, Ludwig, about Alfred, alone. If he's talking to his friend, at least then you'll know where he is, once we're done. Of course, that's only if that's okay with you."
Alfred stared at Ludwig with almost pleading eyes, even though he knew that it didn't matter. Once Ludwig was gone, he was going to give Nicolas a call, anyway. Still, Ludwig sighed, and gave in.
"Alright. I don't really mind. I was just thinking that he would want to look around the place he's going to be staying in for... However long it will take." Alfred smiled a little.
"Then I'll show Alfred the phones, before we talk."
"Thank you" He whispered to her. He didn't mean to be so quiet, but as long as Ludwig doesn't notice, he doesn't care.
Alfred was nervous. He hasn't talked to Nicolas in a while, so he hopes that he hasn't forgotten about Alfred, and returned to his old habits of obsessing over his brother.
"Алло?"*
"H-Hello? Is this the um..."
"Alfred?"
Alfred's eyes widened in surprise. "Y-Yeah... Um... Is this um..." He didn't recognize the voice. "Um... Toris?" He guessed.
"No, it's Eduard. How are you doing, Alfred?"
"Oh!" Alfred sighed in relief. He doesn't really know Eduard, after all, so he wouldn't have recognized the voice, anyway. "Is um... Is Nicolas there?"
"Yeah. Let me get him, for you. This may take a minute or two, because I don't know where exactly he is, but I do know that he's home."
"Th-Thank you!" He took a deep breath, and took this time to think about what he was going to say to Nicolas, especially his excuse for why he hasn't been able to talk to him...
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The nurse who helped Alfred out was looking over the sheet Ludwig filled out. "Alright! May I ask you some more questions about Alfred, in greater detail?"
Ludwig nodded. "Of course, you may."
"I guess, to start, who's Nicolas?"
"Well, I'm... I'm not exactly sure, and what I do know, will take a while to explain."
The nurse smiled softly. "We have time..."
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"Alfred?" This time, a familiar voice greeted Alfred's ear.
"N-Nicolas! Hi! I'm sorry that I haven't been able to call! I um... I mean... It's been hard for me. I'm actually in a... Err... Um... It's this... Asylum-like thing, I think?"
"...Did he make you officially insane, or something?"
Alfred chuckled nervously. "No, I was just quiet. I wouldn't talk unless it was necessary, sooo here I am."
There was an awkward pause, for a second. "So... You became a pathological liar,(1) and that's why you're in the hospital."
"I'm not lying!"
Nicolas started chuckling. "Right. You're claiming that you're in there for being quiet. You are NEVER quiet!"
"Well, um... I guess being quiet annoys him more than being loud and talkative, so I was being quiet, and now I'm stuck here for a while. 'Not like I care."
"Ah. That makes more sense, for you."
"Y-Yeah, I guess so." He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he jumped. "O-One second." He turned around, to see Ludwig standing behind him.
"I'm going home. I'll see you in a couple of days. Make yourself at home, here."
Alfred nodded. "Th-Thanks..." He turned back around, to continue his conversation with Nicolas...
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(1) The best description I could find was "lying is like a habit." I think it's a lot more like, one would make ridiculous lies for the attention, and can't stop. It completely mental, so you can take pills to help, but uh...
...I have a lot of knowledge of this. I've only met two people who had this. The differences in their lies were... at a social perspective, kind of dramatic, from using your aunt's death to get a day off from work, and cheating on your forty year-old boyfriend, (apparently that makes her a pathological liar... Though I didn't know her that well) to claiming to have an identical twin, a bastard child, more siblings than you can count, and having knife fights, and being stab in said knife fights, but not having any cuts...
Though, I don't know if you're born with it, or if you can be diagnose with this later in your life... I'm sorry for the long description on this.
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