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We're Crazy (Franda)	By : socksnbacon Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1166 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Matthew was practically bouncing when he returned to the bedroom that morning, and Alfred automatically caught onto it. Matthew, being the younger yet slightly taller brother, had to listen to Alfred go on about how bad of a "shrink" "Frenchie" must have been.

Matthew sat on the floor, despite the fact that it was cold, looking up at Alfred who was sitting on his bed and pointing at Matthew importantly.

"He definitely has impure thoughts about you! He's a cracked shrink I say!" Alfred exclaimed dramatically. Matthew sat, trying to make his expression seem attentive, and nodding slowly. Alfred had been pretty much repeating the same thing in every way he knew for the past ten minutes. Waiting for group meetings after a session with Francis often wasn't fun, Alfred had issues with Francis for some reason.

"W… Well what's Arthur like?" Matthew asked, at a moment where it seemed Alfred was done going on for a moment. Alfred paused, looking as if someone had taken the wing out of his sails. His cheeks blushed slightly and the hand which had been pointing dramatically at him fell on his leg.

"Arthur…" Alfred started, studying the ceiling as he tried to think.

Matthew remembered when Francis had told him that you could tell that people were thinking if they were looking up at to the left, which was what Alfred was doing now. He wondered why Alfred had to think so hard.

"He's got "special privileges" with me, right? 'Cause I called the first shrink I had a commie bastard… And the second one? Well he was just planning world domination." Matthew snorted slightly at that, unsure if his brother had honestly been paranoid at the time or just hadn't liked either of his previous therapists. "Arthur's okay, I guess. Strict. He's always writing little notes and then going "Not bloody likely" when I ask to see 'em." Alfred swivelled on his bed and laid down with his arms behind his neck, trying to copy Arthur's middle class Londoner accent as he quoted him.

That seemed Arthur enough for Matthew, who pushed himself to his feet and then sat back on his bed. His rump was significantly frozen now, despite the fact that he was wearing jeans.

"Your British accent sucks. Also, Francis always lets me see his notes, why don't you think Arthur lets you see his?" Matthew asked, trying to take attention away from himself because he was currently trying to massage life back into his butt.

"I dunno, Arthur probably just draws penises on it all day, or writes porn all over it like "Ooh the sexy lady pulled out her-" Alfred was silenced by a pillow to the face.

"Hey, what the hell Matt?" Alfred protested, sitting up to find that Arthur had come into the room while he had been talking. Matthew was chuckling into his closed fist behind Arthur, who was quite red in the face.

"I do not-"

"Help! Help! I'm being assaulted!" Alfred mock cried for help, sitting up and throwing his arms up in the air as if he were surrendering. Arthur sighed frustrated and turned to Matthew.

"Group, 5 minutes, please get ready," He turned back to Alfred, "Both of you." With this he closed the door to their bedroom, that is to say slammed.

"You know," Alfred started, "If either of us were emotionally scarred human beings, we might be crying right now." Matthew started chuckling all over again.

"That's why they keep Toris and Ludwig around, Toris is like a mother, Ludwig's like a drill sergeant-"

"And Arthur's like an old mouldy tea pot." Alfred finished, standing up off of his bed at the same time that Matthew did. The boys began laughing, pulling open the door to their room and exiting into the hallway.

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"So, you and Alfred seemed to be laughing at something as you came out of your room a few minutes ago, would you mind sharing what it was?"

Matthew looked up from the floor, which had been his favourite place to look up until this moment. For a moment it was completely beyond Matthew why Toris had decided to make this his "kicking off group" icebreaker.

Matthew squirmed slightly in the overly squishy chair he was seated in, watching for a moment to see the other group member's reaction. Someone had forgotten to take Feliciano's drawing book from him, and the Italian was scribbling away happily. Lovino was sitting in his chair, irritable as always, and glaring at the fourth group member, Gilbert, the only other member who was actually bothering to make eye contact with him.

As he looked back to Toris he realised that he was not going to let this go. Matthew wondered if Ludwig was asking the same thing in Alfred's group, or if Arthur was questioning Kiku as to whether he'd heard anything or not.

"We…" Matthew cleared his suddenly sticky throat, "We thought that Toris was like a mother." He explained softly, fiddling with his fingers on his lap.

"I don't see why that's funny." Toris' confused reply told Matthew that the look on his face was definitely disbelief. Matthew continued fiddling, cleared his throat again and felt his face grow hot, a quick glance up told him that everyone was actually looking at him now.

"I… We… Alfred… No we, we felt like… Arthurisamoudlyoldteapot." Just like that, one singular word fell out of his mouth, and there was a moment of dreadful silence.

"HAH! It's so true! Arthur is a mouldy old tea pot! And he's cranky too!" Gilbert blurted suddenly, or at least it seemed suddenly after the awful silence preceding him. Now the room was full of noise as the other three threw additions back and forth.

"And he's a total pervert!"

"He takes my drawing book away.

"He's always talking in his "no nonsense" voice!"

"His spaghetti is awful!"

"Lovino he doesn't cook." And then they were all aware that they were in group, and that Toris was sitting between Matthew and Gilbert. The nurse's face was turning red with some unknown emotion. The group fell silent, Matthew watching as the other three looked from him to Toris. Matthew tried to sink into his chair. "Matthew, I'm sorry, but for causing that outburst I'm going to need to send you to your room, and we'll have to talk about a restriction." Toris' voice was truly apologetic, as if he felt it was his fault that Matthew was now in trouble.

Matthew sighed, stood up, and nodded his way out of the room. He really shouldn't have said it out loud, he realised. He couldn't have just said "I don't remember" or "It was nothing" though, because Toris had chosen that way to start up group. Matthew felt a lump of guilt in his throat as he reached for the door to his room, wondering if Toris felt any less of him now or if he'd tell Arthur and Arthur would think less of him.

Now came the dreaded waiting to see what this "restriction" was.
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We're Crazy (Franda)