"Lovino? Aren't you going to eat?"

"Not hungry."

"You need to eat something.."

"I'm not fucking hungry."

"Even if you aren't, please just try? You can't go without eating."

Lovino scoffed, turning away from the therapist, Tino, and completely ignoring him. He was too upset to eat, let alone obey anyone else's demands.

"You do know we have to monitor you, right?"

"I don't care."

"..Alright."

Finally giving up to the Italian's rude demeanor, Tino walked back behind the large front desk, writing something down and whispering to Berwald next to him. He knew eyes were staring at him, but Lovino couldn't care less. All he wanted was his warm bed, and people to treat him like a human being - not an insane freak. Just as everyone, besides him, were finishing their lunches, Alfred came out of a separate room with a large smile on his face. He got a plate of food, and sat with the others.

"Think you're going home soon?" Antonio asked him, and the American started to laugh loudly.

"Fuck no, dude! They said my medicine isn't working, so I have to switch it again. That means I'm here for another great week." Rolling his blue eyes, Alfred ate heartily, even going up for seconds after a while. Just watching him eat so much made Lovino want to throw up. He didn't know if he could even keep down water.

"Alright everyone, besides Alfred, come with me. You can finish eating."

Alfred nodded, his face full of food, and the others rose from their spots to place their dirty dishes in a large metal basket of sorts. Lovino followed suit, throwing the food he didn't even touch away, and placing the plate on top of the others. He followed Tino back towards the area with the couches, and the four of them sat down in their individual spots. "Alright," the small man started, crossing his legs with a small smile, "Let's start off with names, why you are here, and... Favorite color."

"Favorite color?"

"Yeah! It's a way to lighten the mood. Antonio, can you start?"

"Si. Well, I'm Antonio, and I'm here for being an alcoholic and suicidal thoughts and actions." Lovino looked away, already feeling overwhelmed. How was he supposed to share without getting emotional? "My favorite color is... Green."

"Thanks. Next?"

"I'm Toris, and I'm here because of abuse and suicide attempts. My favorite color is probably a light yellow."

"Like a dandelion color?"

"Yeah, that's the one." Tino smiled brightly nodding and then looking towards Natalia. She was sulking in her chair, but surprisingly she sat up, "I'm Natalia," She started in a thick accent which was surprising to Lovino, "I'm here because I tried to murder someone and tried to kill myself."

The Italian shuddered at the statement, but tried his best to hide it. He didn't understand how she could try to kill someone...

"My favorite color is navy blue."

"And last, but not least?"

He was hardly paying attention until Antonio nudged him in the arm, and his head snapped up, "I-I'm Lovino. I'm here because..." He paused, feeling his heart begin to race and the emotions building up. "Shit.." Tino's expression softened, and he nodded in understanding.

"Hey, it's alright. Cry if you need to. We understand."

"I-I'm not crying... I'm h-here because I try to hurt others, I hurt m-myself, and I tried to commit suicide." Wiping his eyes, he took a shuddering breath, regaining his composure and he felt a squeeze on his shoulder. It was Antonio, clearly trying to make him feel better. "My favorite color is.. Orange. A dark orange."

"Any reason why?"

"No, not really. It's just nice, I guess?"

"Well that's good enough~ So, to begin-"

"Excuse me, I believe you forgot the most important person!" A voice chimed in, and rapid footsteps followed, "The Hero~!"

"Ah, of course. We'd never forget you." The others chuckled, including Lovino, and Alfred jumped over one of the seats; promptly landing in it.

"My name is Alfred! I'm here because I hate myself, and everyone hates me, and I tried to kill myself over four times."

Four times...?

"Favorite color... Can I have three?"

"I can only guess what they are," Tino teased, "Red, wh-"

"Red, white and blue!"

"Thought so."

He laughed to himself, proudly brushing back his blonde hair except for one strand that stood up.

"Anyway, let's move on. We're going to talk about ways to cope today."

Lovino tilted his head, already confused, and Tino caught on. "I'll explain in a second, don't worry. Basically, coping is a way to deal with your emotions in a positive way, rather than a negative. Can any of you think of ways you calm down?"

"I like to sleep." Lovino muttered, shrugging his shoulders, and the others let out amused laughs; a blush making his cheeks light up.

"Well that certainly works! Any physical ways though?"

"Running?"

"Sure!"

"How about hitting something?" Alfred asked, and Tino thought about it before replying.

"Well, yes, but in a sport perhaps. Maybe baseball?"

"Oooo yeah! Baseball is awesome man."

"Any others?"

"What about doing something you like? Maybe taking a walk, or playing an instrument, listening to music..."

"Exactly Toris! And all of you. Those are great ways. Now, let's say you're really angry. Like, out of control. What do you do to calm yourself down?"

"...Destroy something." Natalia mumbled, messing with the chair, and Tino blinked.

"Not quite.. That could potentially hurt you or someone around you. What if you hit a pillow? Or, like we said earlier, do a sport involving hitting an object?"

"Sometimes I kick my football around." Antonio said with a subtle smile, and Alfred looked at him like that was the strangest sentence in the world.

"Who the hell kicks a football?"

"What else would you do with it?" Lovino asked, scrunching his eyebrows together,

"Uh, throw it?"

"You don't throw a fucking football. Or, sorry, soccer ball."

"Ohhh that's what you're talking about?"

"American football isn't even football, bastard."

"Alright, enough about the sports," Tino interrupted, not wanting the debate to get too out of hand, "Let's stay on task here. Another good way to cope is by keeping a journal, or just writing how you feel down. Do any of you do that?"

None of them answered. They simply sat, shrugging their shoulders.

"Well, we can start today! Before you go to bed, write down some emotions you felt today and why. That's your homework. Sound good?"

Muffled sounds of agreement filled the room.

"Good." Tino clapped his hands together, standing up and everyone looked at him, "I'll let you guys have a break. We'll have another group session in a while. Just try not to get too noisy."

"So, you guys want to play a card game or something?"

"Sure, why not. Yo, Lovino, wanna play?"

"No thanks."

"You can watch if you'd like?"

"I'm fine."

"You can-"

Antonio butt in, glaring at Alfred, "Just leave him alone. He's been through so much today."

"..Alright. You can join us if you want to though."

Barely nodding, Lovino sunk down in his seat, staring at his lap and messing with his thumbs. The only ones left were him and Natalia, and she was in the same state he was. Depressed and lonely. He would glance up at her, and she would just be staring at the floor completely expressionless. It was almost eery.

Just as the quiet was beginning to lull him to sleep, a sudden pounding made him jolt, and he looked behind him to see where the noise was coming from. "N-No! Let me go!" A voice cried out, wavering, and Lovino peered around the corner, trying to see who the voice belonged to. Alfred and Antonio simply turned their heads, and with a smile Alfred asked,

"We have a new guy?"

Antonio nodded, trying to get a better look,

"Yeah. We have a new guy."

Who is this new guy, you ask? Find out next chapter~ Huehuehue~

I love you all! Thank you for the wonderful support!

-Feli