Footsteps padded across the tiled floor and into a new room that Lovino hadn't seen before. It was much different than the lounge area they were usually in, and much more dull as well. The paint was peeling, there was a circle of metal chairs in the center of the room, and a lonely window sat on the far side of the back wall.

"Pick a seat quickly." A monotone voice rang from behind them, and instantly Lovino rushed to a seat for fear of being yelled at. Looking up, he realized it was one of the therapists he had never seen, let alone talked to.

"My name is Lukas. I see some unfamiliar faces so, as usual, let's introduce ourselves and say why we're here. No sugarcoating anything, got it?"

Damn, there's no getting passed him.

Lukas sighed, leaning back in his chair, and once again his deep voice filled the small space. "My name is Lukas. I'm here because I'm obviously trying to help you all out. And we'll start with... You." The Norwegian pointed towards Arthur who was shyly slumping into the back of his chair. It was obvious that he didn't want to talk, but he was being forced to.

"I-I'm-"

"Sit up."

Everyone watched as the Brit slowly sat upright, terrified of this man. "I'm Arthur. I'm here because they told me I should kill myself."

Thin eyebrows rose in curiosity and Lukas was now leaning forward, "They? Who's they?"

"The voices."

Tension filled the area; everyone was glancing at each other a bit apprehensively, as if they didn't want Arthur to keep talking.

"...I see. So, are you telling me that these 'voices' told you to kill yourself?"

"Yes." Arthur replied quickly, "I just said that, didn't I? They said I was better off dead."

"And you just... believed them?"

"Of course."

Lukas took a few deep breaths, processing the information and it was clear he was trying to calm himself down. "Arthur," He started again, looking at the blonde, "Have you ever considered that maybe these voices... aren't real?"

A small squeak of laughter was heard, "Nonsense! Of course they're real! How could you suggest something so absurd?"

"Arthur-"

"In fact," Arthur interrupted, glancing behind the therapist with a small smile and pointing a shaking finger, "He's right behind you."

Silence.

A harsh shiver ran down Lovino's spine at the words spoken so calmly.

Lukas peered over his shoulder and saw absolutely nothing. He frowned, opening his mouth to say something, but promptly closed it. "We'll talk later. Next."

"My name is Toris." A quiet voice started, and he slipped his hands through his hair, "I was in an abusive relationship and-"

A loud knock at the door interrupted the Lithuanian, and Lukas rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Who is it?"

The door swung open furiously and a voice rang in every one of their ears, "Doctor Feliks!"

The therapist flinched at the doctor's high-pitched, feminine voice, "Oh great... Who do you need?"

"Where's my Liet~?" The man walked in, scanning the patients with a large grin, coming over to Toris and wrapping his arms around his neck. Toris' face turned pink and he tried to gently pull away; but to no avail.

"I-I told you to stop calling me that, Doctor Feliks.."

"Like, come on silly. Let's go!"

Reluctantly, Toris stood from his spot, still red-faced, and followed the blonde out into the hallway and shut the door behind him. Everyone turned their heads towards Lukas who had his face buried in his hands. "This whole place drives me insane." He muttered, and everyone slightly looked down, even though they had nothing to be ashamed about.

"Hey um.. Can we get a snack?" Alfred asked softly, trying to look innocent.

"You just had-... Fine. Get your damn snack and be back here in exactly three minutes."

Alfred cheered silently and jumped up, sprinting out into the kitchen, and Lovino watched him with disgust.

"Am I in hell or a circus?"

Lukas stifled a laugh, "Both."

This is a little short - my apologies. The next one will be better I promise!

-Feli