Hetalia-fied Asylum

Spain started to feel pressure when trying to figure out how to save Romano. He thought, and followed them. Suddenly, a brilliant idea came to him, and he put it into action quickly, before anything happened to Romano.

"Stop!" He said to the two men.

They stopped and gave him strange, confused looks. "What?" One of them said.

"U-uh, He's a scientist too! He just got here, and he left his lab coat at home!" He said, trying to be as reasonable as possible. "He's confused because it's his first day, let me take him off your hands, I'll deal with him."

They both exchanged looks, and pushed Romano towards Spain. "Fine, he's your problem now." One of them said and walked off. The other gave suspicious looks at Spain and Romano before leaving as well.

Spain sighed in relief and gave Romano a large hug. "I'm glad you're OK~." He said. "You have to leave now. It's not safe here, I just saved you from being tested on painfully with who knows what?" Even with that, he said it in a cheerful tone.

The Italian stared at Spain in complete confusion, his head hurt from all the madness that was going on. "Spain what's going on? I'm not a scientist..... and what do you mean tests? Don't tell me...........YOU NEVER HAD A TOMATO PARTY" He said in surprise after FINALLY realizing there was no party.

((Short post is short))

Armenia sighed in defeat as she heard the voice fade away. She sat back down on the bed, holding her head in her hands. "What am I going to do? I don't even know-" She was cut off when the door to her cell opened with a sickening creak. She looked up, eying a tall man clad in a white lab coat.

"Who....are you?" She didn't like the looks of this. The man gave her a cruel smile, "Ah, C64772, you should learn to be more quiet." A dark chuckle escaped the man's lips. "Where am I?" she glared at the man. "It's not something you should concern yourself with, now..."

"TELL ME." her glare hardened. She gasped as the man suddenly grasped her wrist and slammed her hard against a wall.

"Now...you're going to behave C64772." he retrieved a vial from his pouch which contained some yellow-ish liquid.

"Like hell!" Armenia swung her leg upwards, nailing the man in the stomach. He grasped his stomach and stumbled backwards. Gritting her teeth, she swung her left arm at him, feeling it connect with his jaw.

"Now, tell me!" she gasped as he suddenly lurched upwards. He grabbed her hair harshly and yanked. "GAH!" she attempted to struggle out of the man's grasp, until she felt a sharp pain in her neck where he injected the needle.

"D-damn..." Armenia felt her consciousness slipping away as she collapsed on the cold floor.

China sat in the corner of the room, for who knows how long before he finally got up and hesitantly touched the door. It sprang open, which surprised him, and he ventured out into the hall, stopping dead when he saw a familiar couple in the hallway, arguing. He couldn't quite place their names though. The grumpy shouty one was especially familiar, and was currently shouting about tomato parties and such. Glancing down, he picked a tomato that just so happened to on the floor by his foot. "If you want a tomato, here's one," he said, holding it out to the familiar but not couple.

(It's not actually a tomato... you can make it whatever you want~ OH. IT CAN BE THE VIAL IN SPAIN'S POCKET THAT FELL OUT.)

(( I kept cracking up laughing when I read Romano's posts..... XDD Tomato party at a hospital... Bahahahahaha. Romano, you're such an oblivious idiot. ))

England flinched when he heard a voice other then the one he'd been hearing all day and night long. He looked up, his body shaking slightly, to see Alina. He didn't register who it was at first, but after a minute, he realized it was her. "A....Alina......" England's voice was a bit shaky, and his eyes were bloodshot. He stared at her in disbelief, having a hard time believing that she had come and busted him out of there.

She's doing this out of pity.

She doesn't like you in the least.

In fact, she hates you. Like everyone else.

But she's just being "nice".

After all, it'd be troublesome to find a new personification of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.

Any kind or sympathetic words that come out of her mouth are lies.

A scientist walked by the room currently occupied by England and Alina, and looked down at the two knocked-out men. He shook his head, while saying in a quiet yet confident voice, "You're too late to save him. You've taken away the origin of the problem after it's spread. The voice is still with him in his mind." He continued on his way through the hall, a slight grin on his face.

Scotland blacked out for awhile, it wasn't a long time but long enough that all of the scientists had left besides the muscular man who was still smirking and watching both of them struggle to survive from the immense agony and pain they were going through, honesty Scotland thought his sis was getting the worst torture out of them both when he started to regain consciousness and heard Ireland's loud screams in pain. He forced himself to move even though it hurt to even blink, the overly muscular man just stared down at him with a grin plastered on his face. Scotland ignored the tremendous pain and lunged at the man then grabbed a needle from the Scientists pocket to try and stop him. He was panting a bit but he only grinned wider at the situation "Looks like the tables have turned, guess who's the lab rat" He said while shoving the needle in the muscular man's face and injected it in slowly and painfully. The man fell to the floor and covered his face with his arms while screaming in pain.

Scotland fell to his knees, this time on purpose since he was exhausted and he was looking for a sort of key to open the cell doors. He found a remote device with a bunch of numbers on it, it sort of resemble a TV remote but it had a screen and more complicated numbers. He frowned at the complex device and searched through the man's pockets, finding another needle but with a picture of a skull and bones to warn it was extremely dangerous. 'What luck' Scotland thought while talking to the man to convince him into sparing his life for the code. Thankfully it worked since the man seemed desperate to live so he dialed the code in and the cell door swiftly slid open.

Scotland kept the needle with him and put it in his back pocket just in case he might need it later. He also took an empty needle for private reasons and walked slowly over to Ireland. She looked like she was in tremendous agony so he picked her up since he definitely wasn't going to leave his little sister and waddled away bon bon bon till the very next day~ left down the hallway where he heard a bunch of commotion and screaming. There was a loud banging noise coming from a room so he decided to be a nice person and try to open it since he'd want someone to save his family if someone was in his position.

He put Ireland down gently and opened the cell door to Armenia's cell, which was occupied with her unconscious body and a scientist. He quickly hit him hard on the neck to knock him out before he could call for back up. He definitely wasn't in the mood to deal with more freakin drugs or scientists. He grabbed Armenia by the collar and picked Ireland up again and dragged them, trying to find a safe spot. Scotland truthfully felt like a freakin person doing full-time labor. That was the last person he'd be saving, or so he thought until he saw Alina outside of a cell with a distressed British man.

Scotland again put Armenia and Ireland down then leaned them against the wall to try and spare himself some extra work and ran over to his little brother. "Iggy is tha' ya?" He asked while moving closer and watchin the British man step away. "Are ye alright? Nae, forget i asked tha' it's obvious yer not ye wee Eejit"

"There's something strange about this facility. I'd like you to investigate this."

Those were the words that Alfred had received from his higher ups as they had handed him a folder containing all the information he needed to know. He almost wanted to protest, to complain about how he had no free time to chill out at his own house anymore, but the serious looks that his boss had given him had shut him up immediately. The least he could do was comply by checking out the property in question and pretend that it was some sort of heroic mission that would save his countrymen and spread freedom and liberty to all. He thought throughout the long drive to the facility. At first glance, it seemed like just a normal hospital/asylum/thingy. The glorious mission that Alfred had envisioned in his mind was starting to fade and look much less cool than before. He read over the folder, skipping all the parts that looked boring, but were actually important, and laughing at a silly typo that someone had made. After standing there and giggling laughing for a while, he stuffed the folder inside his bomber jacket and did what seemed like the most logical way to approach the situation.

He waltzed in straight through the front door. It was supposed to be an asylum right? Maybe he could pretend that he was just there to visit a patient or something, and if that didn't work, he could always bash someone over the head with his ridiculous strength. Glancing around the place, which looked gloomy and gave him chills, he set off in a random direction. The fluorescent lights in the hospital seemed to be getting dimmer and dimmer as he walked.
Oh god, please don't let there be any ghosts or zombies, he thought, glancing over his shoulder every now and then. After all, it was a video game cliche that hospitals were haunted or had lots of zombies roaming the place. Usually, a party member would die in the hospital. Silent Hill had a hospital. That girl at the end of The Grudge had a close up on her eye in the hospital.

If there were any ghosts, he was royally screwed. Ridiculous strength couldn't do anything against apparitions.

Was he scared? Of course not! Heroes weren't scared of those sorts of things. Besides, he was just here to uncover any suspicious activity. To prove his point about not being scared, he gave a small laugh. He regretted the action immediately when the laugh echoed eerily throughout the empty hallway.

And then he heard the shrillest scream he had heard in his laugh; it was even shriller than his own when he was watching scary movies. He was glad that nobody had been with him to see how high he had jumped at the scream. Now that was suspicious. Sh** was going down in this facility, and it was up to the hero to stop it!

Thoughts full of freedom fries, liberty and justice for all, he raced towards where the scream had come from.
....it had sounded a lot like England, but he hoped desperately against it.

And then he saw a group of nations gathered around a room and stopped. That was a bit strange...what was everyone doing there? Some of them looked a bit...broken. He didn't know how else to describe it, and when he saw his former guardian, he quickly looked away. "What the heck's going on here guys?" he asked, walking towards them. "Did your bosses send you here too?"

Female Norway continued to walk along the hallway, her feet and eyes bleeding, as she continued to feel her away around. Her fingers brushed against a metal door, the feel of it similar to what she remembered the door of the original room she was inside of. She opened it up with an unexpected ease. It was as if she had gotten stronger.... She paid almost no mind to her sudden increase in strength though, her mind was focused on finding her brother. "Island...!" Her voice still was a mere whisper, but she continued to call out her brother's name. She traced her hands against the wall, when suddenly, it got extremely cold. She drew back her hand, shivering slightly, and called out Iceland's name again. Kneeling down to the person next to the cold wall, she reached out and touched their face. She traced the outlines of that person's face, and recognition reached her mind as it seemed to be her brother. "Island....." Female Norway hugged her brother, a cold chill going down her spine.

Armenia groaned and opened her eyes slowly. What in the hell hap-oh yeah, that jerk scientist stabbed her in the neck. She rubbed her neck as she looked around. H-how did I get out of that cell? She noticed that she was propped up against a wall. She then noticed Ireland was propped up next to her. Ireland!...How...

She stopped when she noticed Scotland kneeling down next to England. Both of them looked like they'd been through hell. "S-Scotland...?" she whispered hoarsely, her throat dry and cracked. Armenia perked up and squinted when she saw a familiar young man clad in a bomber jacket heading their way. Is...that America?

Armenia slowly hoisted herself off the wall. She didn't want to be a burden to anyone, especially since they were more severely injured right now. She held her side as she attempted to walk, managing to stumble over to Scotland and England. "S-Scotland? Is he alright?"

England flinched when he heard Scotland's voice. What was his brother doing here.... He crawled out of the room, squinting as his bloodshot eyes adjusted to the light. England looked up at Scotland, and then immediately took a step backward.

Again with the sympathetic lies.

He hates you down to the bottom of his soul and back, you should know that best.

He always is beating you up, and you downright deserve it.

You took away his culture from him all those years ago.

You took away what mattered most to him.

You practically killed him.

England, you're a horrible person.

And you wonder why people hate you.

England started to take another step backward, trying to avoid his brother, when he heard the voice of an all too familiar American. He vaguely heard the words 'What's going on', and 'bosses sent you here?' His eyes widened as the voice in his head became louder and louder, and ran back inside the small room, not wanting to face the American or the Scottish man.

Oh, look. There's your beloved colony.

The one you cared for the most.

The one who threw you away.

England, you deserved it, you know.

You taxed him like you taxed no other.

You knew that his people couldn't afford the taxes.

You drew them to poverty.

You made them all hate you.

It's your fault, England.

If you had been there with them, cared even the slightest bit more, hadn't taxed them quite as much; perhaps the Revolution never would've happened.

But that's only a maybe.

Because in the end, there's ALWAYS a reason to hate your guts, England.

Always.

England's eyes widened, as he drew himself into a POW position yet again, his body slightly trembling. He was scared; not of Scotland, not of America, but of himself. He had come to hate and fear his own self.

Iceland lazily looked up when someone has opened the door, but he jolted, a shrill ‘shiiik’ sound piercing the air. Where did that come from…? Whatever… Some…one? Someone was coming towards him, blood dripping from her eyes, her limbs... But… she was familiar…

He didn’t move when she knelt in front of him. More like he couldn’t. He felt so heavy… It was terrifying that she was so close. He knew he was meant to panic, but…

He had a sharp intake of breath when she touched his face. S-so hot… he thought. He felt some of her warm blood ooze onto his bare skin, felt it soak through his clothes. And he felt it suddenly harden and turn cold. The hell…?

When she muttered his name, he realized. “N-Norway…?” He groaned when she hugged him; she was so warm… Almost painfully, he lifted his arms, and wrapped it around her, eyes squeezed shut. He stroked her hair affectionately. He wanted to cry, but his cheeks didn’t burn, and no tears were welling up. “N-Norway… What’s happening…? What… What happened to you…?”

Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see someone enter the room, donning a white coat…

"Nae. he's not alright at all" He said to Armenia while staring down at his trembling little brother in sympathy. He decided to answer America's question since noone else did because he's so fackin annoying "Nae, most of us jus' woke up here. Yer a fool to come willingly even if it's yer bosses orders." He answered the American while walking closer to his little brother and gently touching his shoulder. "Ye look pathetic, Iggy. What happened to the naggin' and annoyin' lil broth i know?" He asked while ignoring his trembling and helping him up. "Stop actin' like a wee babe and get a hold of yer self" He said with a sigh and wishing he had a pack of Cigars right about now.

"You..." Norway mustered up as loud as a voice as she could get- which wasn't that loud. "You're so cold......... Must have....experimented on you too..." A frown was evident on her face, as she continued to hug her brother tightly. She heard footsteps from where the door was, and flinched. She stood in a protective stance in front of her brother, as the scientist walked into the room. The scientist chuckled in amusement, as he took a syringe out of his pocket and walked towards Norway. "Let's see what happens now...." Norway lunged her leg out at the scientist, effectively knocking him out with her newfound strength, but the syringe's needle plunged into her skin. Her heart started beating rapidly as she let go of her brother, her skin getting extremely hot, like she was fire.

(( Fire and iceee~ *SHOT* ))

((Very very very late for China's Post. Sorry Twin~))

Romano stared at the crumpled up piece of paper that China was calling a Tomato and thought he was crazy. "The hell China, that's not even close to a Tomato, are you ok? NOT THAT I CARE OR ANYTHING" He said while looking at the man and wondering if this place has gone too his head. "Man, this hospital sucks, if you end up worse than you already are. I'm checking out. China you're coming too. You too Spain" He said while trying to open the frint door but it wouldn't budge. "Don't you have the key or something Spain?"

*Ireland, who had fallen asleep, woke up propped against the wall and jumped, looking around scared. She calmed when she saw Scotland and England, but then realized England's facial expression. Ireland slowly tried to stand, finding it rather difficult to keep her balance, and leaned on the wall for support.* "England are ye alright?" *She said as she walked over to him slowly but ended up losing her balance and fell to her knees. She winced and looked up at England with worried eyes. She then looked over to Scotland.*

"Scotland, are ye alright?" *She said remembering the horrid expression of pain on his face. She had never seen him like that and she would have liked to keep it that way. Scotland was a strong man who would never express his pain like that. She shuddered lightly and waited for her brothers to reply.*

When he saw England retreat further into the room with a wild look of fear on his face, America felt a bit annoyed. He hadn't done anything yet to scare him or make him sad! Maybe the old man was getting senile or something, but there was something a bit off about the whole situation in general. Nations just waking up and finding themselves in a hospital?

Definitely illegal and suspicious. Enough information to have people shut down the whole operation soon enough. However, he didn't want to report back just yet. There might have been other nations stuck there too.
And what kind of garbled was the Scottish man saying?
"Dude, speak English. Can't understand you," America said to the red-headed man, moving in to pat him on the back. He glanced over at England, a worried expression flashing over his features for a second. He didn't want to show England that he was worried. Maybe the Englishman was just faking, so he could gloat later about how the American was crying over him.

"Come on, Iggy. Get up. You look kind of lame down there," Alfred said, sounding a lot weaker than he wanted to. Inside, he was wincing at his own words. Sometimes he really hated his stupid pride.

"Donnae make fun of me accent. Or ye won't have to worry only aboot the crazy scientists here" He said threatingly while looking at Ireland and walking over to her since he was surprised she even woke up this early, let alone try to walk. "Ireland yer not alright...jus' rest fer now" He commanded while lightly picking her up and leaning her against another wall just in case she passed out or something. "Donnae worry about Iggy, he's jus' bein a coward as usual. he'll snap out of it"

*Ireland leaned against the wall and sighed nodding at Scotland. There was no point in arguing with him. Especially when he was right. Ireland sighed and looked over at America.* "We are speaking English ye eejit." *She said as she stared at her wrists and sighed. This was going to make it harder if she needed to punch someone but atleast she could still do so if needed. She looked back at England who was being quiet and sighed.* "I worry about that boy sometimes." *She said hiding any hint that she was actually worried about England.*

Scotland smiled and sat down next to his sister since he was pretty out of it too "I know ye worry aboot him, he is family afterall. Plus he's the youngest, so how can ye not worry" He said while scratching the back of his head and really wishing he had a cigar right now. Even if he did, he didn't have a lighter with him so that just ruined his day. He decided not to get involved with England at the moment even if he was family or worried about him. America was there, so he could handle it. Or atleast try to without his help for awhile.

"Well, try an American accent. It's much cooler!" America exclaimed, though he wasn't very much bothered by their accents. The small room was suffocating, making him increasingly more agitated by the second. It resembled the generic rooms in video games where people get cornered by the monsters and get eaten. To be safe, the American glanced over his shoulder out into the hallway. So far it looked like nothing was there. No white lab coats brushing by or anything. It was getting on his nerves. He turned back to England, confused as to what he should feel.

"I'm not worried about him," he muttered, trying to convince himself more than the Ginger who had accused him of worrying. He didn't have to right to; it was usually him who set the British man off anyways.

*Ireland sighed and nodded laying her head on his shoulder. She nodded in agreement about England and looked up to Scotland, her eyes showing only a hint of fear.* "Why are we here broth?" She asked in a soft whispering voice. She hated to admit it but she was scared. She closed her eyes lightly and began to sing. It was an old Irish song she sang when she was little. It always brought peace to Ireland and she only hoped it did the same for those who heard her. Her voice was soft and entrancing, her words slowly reverberating through the cold empty halls. She felt a little weird since the last time she had sung was when she was younger but continued anyways, smiling lighly.*

"Talamh an ghrian agus talamh de moonlight
Talamh a thug dúinn áthas agus brón
Talamh a thug dúinn grá agus gáire
Beimid ag dul abhaile ar fud na sléibhte
Beimid ag dul abhaile, beidh muid ag dul abhaile
Beimid ag dul abhaile ar fud na sléibhte
Beimid ag dul abhaile, beidh muid ag dul abhaile
Beimid ag dul abhaile ar fud na sléibhte" "Her voice rose a bit towards the middle, still holding her gentle voice as she continued to sing the song.*

Scotland smiled sincerely when Ireland began to sing, it had been a long time since he heard her sing but it was still as beautiful as ever. Her voice was so soft and smooth it sounded like a Lullaby which more or less made Scotland tired. He leaned on her and slowly fell asleep while she sang. For once he fell into a deep sleep and couldn't be woken up even if you slapped him which was highly weird. If you knew Scotland, you would know he was a very light sleeper. He dreamt of very weird things, mostly his past that he wished he'd forget and even the present. Just memories overflowing him again and again which made him turn and move alot in his sleep.

((Yeah Scotland's drug injection thingy didn't wear off yet. That and i wanted to add stuff because the post was originally SUPER short))

Armenia sighed as she continued to keep watch on the hallway. She had decided that it was the best thing she could do right now, all the others, save for America, were in much worse shape than she was. They needed their rest. She perked up when she heard Ireland singing, it was beautiful, peaceful even. It was like the calm before the storm that was sure to come. Armenia smiled to herself. It was nice to hear that those three could still act like a family even after all they'd been through. How long had it been since she'd had someone like that? She smiled sadly to herself, letting a stray tear cascade down her cheek. Too long...

Armenia rubbed her head frustratingly. Get a hold of yourself fool, survival is what matters right now. You have to help protect them She glanced at the others, then back down the hallway. She wanted to rest badly, but she knew she had to keep watch for her friends' sakes.

They act like they're worried now, but when you get home, it's going to go back to the same old routine.

Your siblings beating you up and poking fun at you.

America constantly mocking your presence and pestering you.

People ridiculing your mistakes.

You getting depressed from things that happened centuries ago.

You should give it up, England.

No one could ever forgive you for what you've done.

Especially yourself.

Not even those imaginary magical creatures you've dreamed up.

They could never forgive you.

Because they aren't real.

Remember, England. They aren't real.

England's body shook slightly, as he mumbled under his breath, "Never going to be forgiven....Ever....." He continued to mumble, but his words became louder and louder. "They aren't real.... I'm just imagining them...... Not real..... Never real......" A twisted, sad grin adorned his face, as he started to laugh. "They..... They weren't ever real!" The color of his eyes turned dull, as a tear streamed down his face.

Flying mint bunny called out at the top of his lungs while circling England, "England!!! We ARE real!!!", but he was ignored.

England couldn't see him anymore. He stopped believing.

Alina growled "I can heal him. I KNOW MAGIC YA' MY BELOVED!!!" she screamed at him. She used her magic to try and heal him, but she wasn't sure that it had worked. She looked at England worriedly, not sure what else to do. She could tell that he had stopped believing. "England....they're real.....don't stop believing...." she said trying to get him to believe again. She pulled him up on his feet. "We're getting out of here. Whether you agree to come along with me or not." she said grabbing him by the wrist and walking out of the room.