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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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That evening Matthew sat in the lounge, which wasn't much of a lounge considering it was just a little box off of the nurse's station that was literally a stone's throw from the hallway with all their rooms in it.

Alfred and Gilbert were playing chess, loudly despite Ludwig and Arthur's constant "reminders" to keep it down.

Kiku was trying to teach Heracles Japanese in his room, at least that was his excuse for not leaving his room that night.

The Italians were drawing in the corner, or to be more exact Feliciano was drawing and Lovino was scribbling and swearing, every few minutes Ludwig would walk past and nod approvingly even though Lovino said "Get away you potato bastard" and covered up his drawing.

Feliks was reading a fashion magazine, sitting with his back against the wall across from Matthew.

Yan huo was sitting beside Matthew, but paying far more attention to his sketch book.

At least everyone else had something to do, except for perhaps Ivan who had been confined to his room for bad behaviour at dinner. Matthew was currently feel like his world could explode at any minute, the staff hadn't told him what his "restriction" was going to be and Arthur had only made disappointed eye contact with him all day. Any attempt to approach the nurse's station had been thwarted by "Matthew please sit down".

He'd been sitting there tapping his finger on the awful uncomfortable faux leather couch he was sitting on for the past ten minutes. He glanced over at Yan huo, only to have the younger boy lift his sketch book like he thought Matthew was trying to look at it, and then pushed himself to his feet again.

"Matthew," Ludwig started, for the third time that night. Matthew jumped, because he'd had to stand at the desk for several minutes at a time to be noticed before. Matthew looked up to find Ludwig watching him, with a clipboard in his hand,

Matthew, Arthur would like to speak with you in private." Matthew tensed, and heard a few of the other patients stop what they were doing.

For a second he had to close his eyes tightly, trying not to think about them thinking he had done something wrong.

"O-Okay…" Matthew answered shakily, closing the short distance between himself and Ludwig and following him down the hall adjacent to their room hall which had the usual "group" rooms in it as well as the solitary room. For a fearful moment he wondered if Ludwig wasn't just going to stick him in there, but they quickly walked past it and into group 3's room.

"Here." Ludwig signalled into the room, where Arthur was already sitting on one of the really comfortable chairs, and waited until Matthew entered to close the door behind him.

"Um, Arthur I-" Arthur interrupted him with a sigh and crossed his legs as he looked up at Matthew and nodded to one of the chairs. Matthew sat down and fixed his hands into his lap, his gaze not rising again from the floor.

They sat in silence for a long moment. Matthew wanted to apologise, but he felt like Arthur didn't want him to speak. Finally…

"Your restriction is that you will not be able to attend the next field trip." Matthew almost let out a sigh of relief, because he didn't attend field trips anyways, "Or, any alternatives." Arthur added, which made Matthew stand up and looked straight at Arthur.

"N-No, that's not fair, I'm sorry I really am! I didn't mean to say anything mean Arthur, really I just-"

"Matthew, my boy," Arthur interrupted, "If we let you get away with this, the other patients will start acting out as well, therefore we cannot in good conscience let you have your meeting with Francis." There they were, those apologetic eyes again, as if they were thinking "Oh he was such a good boy before today, what went wrong?" or "maybe he really didn't mean to, but it's too late now."

Matthew shivered, sat down, and clenched his hands into fists on the chair's arms. He looked down at the floor and didn't look up again even when he heard Arthur stand up, felt the man's hand on his shoulder, and then heard the door open behind him as Arthur left.

What was that supposed to mean anyways?

Matthew sat in silence for several minutes, feeling sorry for himself, until he decided he'd just go to his room and feel sorry for himself there. Slowly he stood up, then walked down the hallway and, despite the way the room hushed as he walked in, Matthew walked right past the lounge and into his room where he curled up on his bed.

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The next morning, after being rushed through his shower as usual and after breakfast, Matthew sat in the lounge while the other two groups were in session. Lovino had a therapy session, Gilbert and Feliciano had left for their fieldtrip.

Matthew was sitting in the lounge watching his fingernails grow, which was about as much fun as paint drying or grass growing only slower. The nurses switched groups every day, it kept things "fresh" apparently, so Arthur sat behind the nurse's station looking awkward as he read a book. The two of them kept looking up at the same moments, and then looking away stubbornly.

That morning Matthew had "accidentally" spilt his cereal on Arthur as he stepped out of line, and then insisted that he was no longer hungry, after "accidentally" closing the elevator door when Arthur had tried to get on to get to the cafeteria.

At this point Matthew didn't really feel like apologising that much, even though he probably owed Arthur more now than he had the night before.

The awkward not group session continued for another fifteen minutes, or at least Matthew though it had. He felt like the time Francis was supposed to come get him had come and gone, he felt like the snow was probably melting outside just to spite him, and then he jumped out of his skin as the giant locked from the inside doors opened and a familiar humming met his ears.

"Oh bloody hell." He heard Arthur grumble, he for one had folded further into his chair rather than jumping up to greet his therapist. Suddenly he wanted to disappear.

"Ah, yes, good morning to you too, Arthur." Francis replied, sounding rather sarcastic.

"Right, I forgot to tell you, but your trip with Matthew today has been er… Um, cancelled." Arthur sounded almost guilty, as he sputtered uselessly. There was a beat.

"Quoi?" Francis asked.

"Yes, well, Matthew was misbehaving yesterday, so he received a restriction." Arthur explained, sounding a bit more bristled now that Francis had gone at him with even one word of French.

"And how could that be? My Matthew? Surely you are referring to someone else, like that… Alfred of your's." Matthew found himself trying not to giggle at the tone of voice Francis used when referring to Alfred, like he was wrinkling his nose and looking at a frog… Of course then it came. A rolling chair being thrust back as it's owner jumped to his feet.

"Why you frog! I'll have you know that it was most certainly Matthew who received the restriction and Alfred… Well I… I'll tell you about Alfred! … Alfred is… Well…" Just as the eruption had gone off, Arthur was heard flopping back into his chair.

"Well indeed." Francis replied, a smile in his voice. "So what was it that my poor Matthew did?" Francis asked, causing butterflies in Matthew's stomach. For a moment he thought that Arthur would tell him, and Francis would be taken aback or shocked.

"He…" The embarrassment was palpable, "He called me a… Well a "mouldy old teapot"." Two beats.

"Oui? And that is all?" Matthew sighed, a silent sigh of relief, at hearing the disbelief in his therapist's voice. "I have heard you call me much worse things, sober and drunk."

"Frog."

"Aha! There you go now, oh my poor heart it is wounded! You must keep your tongue softer in these hallways, mon petite, or the patients will surely begin to copy- Oh!" A gasp of shock, "Perhaps that is exactly what my poor Matthew was doing, and yet he is to be stuck in this place? How unfortunate I-"

"Right, right, fine, take him; get out of my hair, bloody hell." Arthur grumbled, and Matthew heard footsteps. His chest blossomed with hope, and yet he didn't dare move. Only seconds later there was the familiar smell of rose scented shampoo hanging over him. Francis was leaning over the back of the couch, his hair like a veil around them.

"Eavesdropping? You naughty boy." Francis muttered lowly at him, Matthew looked up and smiled weakly.

"Can… Can I go?" He asked. Francis stood up, almost as if he were recoiling from him, but as Matthew pushed himself to his feet it was clear that he had won.

"But of course!" Francis exclaimed, making quick work of crossing the room with his long legs, and quickly unlocking the door. Matthew found himself looking from Arthur (Who was reading stubbornly) and Francis who was now holding the door open for him, "Aller."

Quickly, he was worried that Francis would close the door and say he was joking, Matthew crossed the room himself and rushed through the door. The sound of the heavy door clicking shut behind him provided him with a moment of feeling free, the next was filled with butterflies as Francis took hold of his arm.

"We are going to the park, but I warn you it is cold. I bought you a warm coat and boots for today, I figured you would not have any, was I wrong?" Francis asked, leading him out the front door and towards his car. Matthew shook his head enthusiastically. It was so nice to have someone who bought things for him, Matthew wanted to believe that he was the only one that Francis did this for.
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We're Crazy (Franda)