Matt and Feliciano continued to talk for the next few hours about various things ranging from their home life to their shattered dreams. There was only one interruption when Matt's vitals had to be taken.

Feliciano asked with curiosity when he came back into the room, "You don't sound American. Where are you from?"

Matt responded with ease while crawling back under his covers, "Oh, well I was born in Denmark but then my parents moved to the States. Where are you from?"

"Italy."

"That's cool. Are you a pasta freak or something?"

Feliciano laughed, "Pasta freak would be an understatement."

They both snickered, "Well, I'll be damned!"

Suddenly the door opened and a male nurse in burgundy scrubs announced, "Wake up, it's time for breakfast." He then left leaving the door partly open.

Matt said, "Welp, looks like we finally get to eat something," He rose from his bed and started towards the door, "Come on Feli," he swiveled around, "You don't mind me calling you that, do you?"

Feliciano followed from behind, "Oh no, I get called that a lot. Plus Feliciano is just a mouthful."

"Cool," Matt opened the door wider and both he and Feliciano were blinded by the hallway light, "Damn, that's bright," Matt shielded his eyes momentarily.

Once their eyes had gotten acclimated to the brighter setting, Feliciano had gotten a good look of the other patients. The one that was diagonal to him was sitting in a slouchy position under the number '405' and had wavy hair with an odd long, curl coming from the front He also had violet eyes with wire frame glasses, blue jeans, socks, and a hooded sweatshirt that had 'CANADA' plastered on it in white along with a big, white maple leaf; the boy seemed to be introverted. The boy across the hall standing by room four hundred three was tall and had platinum blond hair and dark blue eyes. His attire was an odd, long tan coat with an ivory scarf. He also had on green trousers and boots. Feliciano was intimidated by his presence. Next to the boy with the Canadian hooded sweatshirt, was a young man with dark hair that was tied in a ponytail standing by room '407'; he appeared to be of Chinese descent. He was wearing the same hospital scrubs Feliciano was wearing. Room four hundred nine seemed to be vacant so Feliciano looked towards his right to see his neighbor; an older boy with rough, dark brown hair that went to his jaw line. He was wearing a grey t-shirt, black sweats, and navy blue socks. His eyes were a light brown and the boy looked like a very quiet person; his room number was four hundred four. The boy also had thick eyebrows. Next to that room was room four hundred six. The boy that filled that room had thick eyebrows as well. His hair was very messy and even had two strands sticking up on the right side. Feliciano could not see his eye colour, but his eyes were a pale green; what he did see was the abnormal adhesive bandage on his nose. He was wearing a blue shirt that had, 'AUSSIE' printed onto it and green sweats. Lastly, room '408' seemed desolate.

Feliciano's focus on the other kids was cut short when the same male nurse had said, "Alright, everybody line up." Matt, Feliciano, and everyone else formed a sloppy single line on the right of the nearby door and the girls had done the same on the left. "Okay," the nurse opened the door, "ladies first." The girls then went down the flight of stairs to the cafeteria and when the last girl exited the boys did the same.

Once down the small flight of stairs and through the door way into the cafeteria, there were tables outside the actual lunchroom and the real entrance was a short walk to the right. Feliciano wanted to go through the left entrance, but he just followed the crowd. Inside the small lunchroom was the serving station on the farthest wall; there a server would dish up a variety of food. This morning's dishes were: toast, grits, scrambled eggs, and sausage patties. To the far right of the station was where the line formed and where you would receive your plastic tray and utensils; there was also a large picture window that showed the morning sun beaming onto the nearby houses across the street. The spoons were tricky to get out and after a few seconds of frustration, Feliciano just yanked it free out of its holder. The trick for that was to pull the lever that released the spoons up and then down instead of just downward like the others worked. He then grabbed a fork and ordered eggs and wheat toast; he wanted sausage, but it just aggrieved him too much to even look at it. Feliciano then went to the left dragging his magenta tray down the sliver conveyer and stopped at the mini yogurt refrigerator and grabbed a strawberry Light and Fit yogurt cup. Even though Feliciano did not notice, there was an ice cream machine right next to the yogurt refrigerator that dispensed chocolate and vanilla ice cream during lunch and dinner; there was also a large bowl of assorted fruit. As Feliciano kept going left, he saw the mini cereal boxes on the top glass shelf with milk just below it. He grabbed skim milk and began to turn around to find a seat when he saw a fountain soda dispenser that people were actually using this early in the morning. He just ignored it and averted his gaze towards finding a place to sit. The girls had to be seated on the side of the room Feliciano was currently standing and the boys had to fill up the right and middle sections. Feliciano sauntered to the far right and over to the rectangular grey table and sat down in the seat one chair from the right corner near the beginning of the food line. The serving area was now only a few paces away from the table he was seated at. As Feliciano began to eat his eggs, Matt took a seat diagonal from him near the same edge of the table.

Matt talked with a mouthful of toast in his mouth, "Ya know," munch, "there's a condiment area over," munch, "there" he pointed towards the left entrance where there were assorted condiments in white drawers. Then the odd boy with the tan coat sat next to Feliciano, "Hey Ivan," Matt greeted the boy, "this is one of the new kids, Feliciano." He pointed his half eaten toast towards Feliciano.

Ivan glanced to his left and smiled at Feliciano and talked with a Russian accent, "Hallo, my name is Ivan. Is this your first time here?"

Feliciano was oddly scared by his presence, "Um, yes it is. How about you?"

"This is my fifth time. Everyone knows me well here."

"If you don't mind me asking, why are you here this time?"

Ivan's face turned from kind to malicious, "I beat some kid with a faucet pipe for telling me I couldn't take over the world."

Feliciano shuddered, "W-Well that's nice."

His expression turned back to normal as if nothing happened, "What brings you here?"

"Um, I shot my friend's hand off because I had gotten sick of him putting me down."

"Nice." Ivan smiled and turned to begin eating his grits.

I guess I'm no better than him, Feliciano thought. Then out the corner of his eye he saw the boy with the Canadian hooded sweatshirt sitting alone and eating at the middle table. The young man looked heartbroken for some odd reason. Part of Feliciano wanted to move to go sit with him, but he stayed where he sat. Feliciano's gaze then shifted when the Chinese boy, the boy with the bandage on his nose, and Feliciano's quiet neighbor all sat across from him. The hushed boy with thick eyebrows sat in front of him while the Chinese boy sat towards the left edge of the table; the boy wearing the Aussie shirt sat in the middle of those two.

"Uh, hello." Feliciano greeted the boy in front of him.

"Hi." The boy responded in soft monotone, he was just as quiet as Feliciano thought.

"What's your name?"

"Leon, and I've been here thirteen days for taking the blame for something I didn't do. And no, I'm not going to explain what happened. Now please stop asking me questions, new kid."

Feliciano frowned while noticing Leon's lack of expression, "Uh, okay." He looked towards the boy wearing the Aussie shirt hoping for better luck, "Um hi, I'm Feliciano but you can just call me Feli."

The tired boy had an Australian accent that sounded more British, "Oh, mornin'. Nice to meet ya, the name's Jett. What brings you to a lovely place like this?"

"Shot my friend's hand, you?"

"Well damn, mate. I just have anxiety and like to cut and burn myself."

"Yeah, I know I seem like a psychopath but I'm actually really nice."

"That's what everyone says here, Feli. Is this your first time in a place like this because it seems like it."

"Yeah."

"Figures. Don't worry though, mate. You'll be just fine with us other psychopaths!" Jett chuckled.

Feliciano laughed quietly, "Thanks, Jett."

"No problem."

Feliciano averted his gaze to the Chinese boy, "Um, hello." However, the boy did not seem to notice his greeting. Jett nudged his arm with an elbow and pointed to Feliciano.

"Oh hello, aru. My name is Yao, Wang Yao. It's nice to meet you." Wang seemed to be out of it.

"It's nice to meet you too. My name's Feliciano. I don't mean to pry, but can you tell me why you're here?"

"Well I just came here last night because I tried to overdose on Tylenol. I had it planned for so long for yesterday's date, but I didn't want to do it anymore, aru. I just did it because I was scared. May I ask why you're here, aru?"

"Well if you haven't heard already, I shot my friend's hand."

"Oh, wow, aru. It takes a lot of gumption to shoot at your friend. Are you sure you two were on friendly terms?"

Felicano laughed sadly, "Heh, now that you mention it, I don't really know what I was to him."

Then suddenly one of the nurses had said breakfast had concluded and everyone threw out their things, put their trays back, and went towards the left entrance. Feliciano had barely eaten anything that morning.

To settle any character confusion:

*Mathias/Matt : Denmark (( Suggested name ))

Ivan : Russia

Leon : Hong Kong (( It's his suggested English name ))

Jett : Australia (( It's one of his suggested names ))

Wang Yao : China

*Mathias is actually supposed to be Mathis but I messed up. Oops, haha. Hopefully no one will get too butthurt over that.