Hello everyone! The name's Phylance and welcome to my newest story! This is going to be about Augustus Vargas (Ancient Rome) trying to help Aldrich Beilachmidt (Germania) with hysterical aphonia, and if you don't know what that is, it will be explained later! I got this idea from a doujinshi I read, that I can't find any more ., and just thought of Germania having this disorder because it fit him so well.

However, I will say that I will tweak the disease a bit. The cure for it is mainly through hypnosis, which I think is kind of lame, so I'm going to change it 'cause I can! There are other methods to cure the disorder, which will be explained later. I won't tell you what I'm changing it to because you'll just have to read and find out :P I know that some of you don't actually care if I got the functional disease wrong, but I'm just putting this out there just in case there are people who know this disorder and point it out that this is wrong and stuff.

And a little warning: there will be some medical terms that you don't know ('cause sure as hell I didn't know them) and/or might be confusing!

Also note that I don't own Germania and Rome, cause if I did then they would still be around today XD

Enjoy~!

~~~ Chapter 1 ~~~

"Well aren't you the cutest thing!" Dr. Vargas commented.

"Oh, I bet you say that to all the nurses!" the blond haired nurse giggled.

"No. Only to the cute ones," the brunet smiled. The doctor continued to flirt with the nurse as she giggled like a teenager. Patients and workers passed the two, minding their own business, for this was nothing new to them. A doctor from another room called out the nurses name, which Augustus already forgot, and she left his side with a 'sorry' and a wave of her hand.

Vargas stood in the blinding white hallway alone for a few seconds, thinking of nothing, before he began to walk down the hall aimlessly. He shoved his hands in his pristine white lab coat and sighed as he began to walk.

Dr. Augustus Caesar Vargas loved his job, really he did and it paid well, but it was dreadfully boring, especially now. He envied the other doctors and nurses because they actually got to do something besides waiting around for their next job. Dr. Vargas was a psychiatrist, top and only at this small town hospital and not many people need a psychiatrist now-a-days. People were mentally stable and with the few people who weren't and came in for help were cured fairly quickly. Augustus was the best in his field.

To kill time, the doctor decided to roam (A/N: Ba da chhhh! If anyone got that) the halls until he struck up a conversation with someone or found a pretty girl to hit on. Today, he had a feeling it was going to be one of those days where he didn't do a thing all day. He could do some paper work, sure, but then what would his assistant be for? All he had to do was sign stuff occasionally and that was it, everything else would be for them. But he was so bored right now he was tempted to actually take over that job for a bit.

Although he was proven wrong for another doctor called out to him, "Dr. Vargas!"

Augustus stopped and turned around to see another man in a lab coat jog toward him. The Roman man put on a smile and replied cheerfully, "Hi, what do you need?"

"Well, something to kill your boredom, that's for sure," the other man smiled. He handed Dr. Vargas a manila folder with some paper work in it with a smile as he continued, "We got a new patient today. He's got hysterical aphonia."

"Hysterical aphonia?" Dr. Vargas repeated in shock. He's only read about it but has never seen or heard anyone with the rare disorder. It was a functional disorder that left one mute. It was caused by the mix of emotional distress and an extreme amount of yelling leaving the vocal cords paralyzed. Only a physiatrist, like Augustus, could cure this. Well, that and sending a shock to the external larynx and that's never fun.

"Yeah, but I'd be careful if I were you. The patient isn't the nicest." And with that, the other doctor walked back to where he came from. Augustus didn't even get a chance to ask what he meant by that.

The brunet raised an eyebrow, but didn't bother to try and catch up with him and ask. With a shrug, he continued to walk down the hallway while he opened the folder to see where his newest patent would be found. Scanning over smaller details, he found that his newest patient would be staying in room 'E328'. Closing the folder, Dr. Vargas began his walk to the third floor E wing to meet the hysterical aphonia patient.

Aldrich sat on the bed staring out the window that was a few feet from his bed. The bed itself was terribly stiff and the pillows lost their fluff leaving it thin and flimsy. The room itself was a bland white with nothing on its cracking walls, save a T.V. hanging in the top corner of the room. Under his pristine white sheets were a set of dull light blue clothing the staff gave him to wear. If it were up to him, he would set fire to the stiff and horrible looking fabric, but he was forced into them. At his left bedside, was a small light wood nightstand with a cheap looking lamp sitting on it and a simple chair next to it. To his right, an I.V. and scanner stood tall and intimidating. He didn't see the point in the instrument for he didn't have any real medical issues, but the nurse insisted that it was necessary.

All those silly things would've made Aldrich's stay at this hospital straight up miserable, if it weren't for the view the window provided. His room was facing away from the bustling town and toward an empty field. Because of the cold season, the field looked empty and sad, but on warmer days, sun rises, and sets he knew that the sight before him would be one to remember.

Aldrich sat looking out that window with his hands folded in his lap, back pushed against the flimsy pillows, reflecting. He had only been at this hospital for a few hours, in which he had already gotten himself into trouble four times. All four times his sons had to apologize for their father's behavior for he wasn't use to the conditions of the hospital. When his boys finally left, was when the staff's façade left as well. They became grouchy at the German and were a bit timid to talk to him, and he wouldn't blame any of them. In fact, he wanted to be left alone; he didn't want to be here, he wasn't sick or hurt. So why? Why did he have to be here?

Just then, the door opened slowly. Seeing the movement out of the corner of his eye, Aldrich turned his head to see a man's head pop in. The man had light brown curly hair that looked oddly like bed head. He had light brown eyes that lit up with he saw the blond man in bed. He had some scruff at his jaw line and above that was the biggest and happiest smile he has ever seen in his life. The man was handsome, he will say that much, but by his demeanor he seemed way too happy. Not impressed by the other man, Aldrich turned his attention back towards the window lowering his head. The new angle made more of his long blond hair fall in front of his face making it seem like he was sending a death glare.

He heard the brunet walk into his room fully, but he didn't dare look over toward him. He had no interest in being here and tried to send out that vibe toward the other man in the room.

The other man cleared his throat after a moment of silence, trying to get the other man's attention. When Aldrich continued to sit there, unmoving, the brunet said, "Hi there!" His voice was too peppy for the German's taste. Even though the brunet only said two words, Aldrich could tell that he was Italian and that annoyed him. Yet again, it didn't take much to annoy the blond.

When the green eyed blond didn't show any signs of responding again, the brunet continued to speak, "My name is Dr. Vargas. It's nice to meet you."

For some reason Aldrich was having a hard time believing this child like man could be a doctor. Another awkward pause hung in the air as the blond continued to sit there. It wasn't like Aldrich could respond to Dr. Vargas anyway.

"I'm going to be helping you with your hysterical aphonia!" he said in a cheery voice, as if having hysterical aphonia was a good thing, "I know its hard now, but we'll work through it!" Aldrich didn't move his gaze from the window. "I didn't really read your file, by the way," the doctor continued. That at least got a reaction from the blond. His back stiffened and a confused look came upon his face. He continued to stare out the window, but he still was confused at the other's words. What kind of doctor was this guy?! "The reason I didn't read it was because I wanted you to tell me about yourself instead of some silly piece of paper."

That. . . that actually sounds thoughtful, Aldrich thought, Silly, but thoughtful. Maybe I miss judged him too quickly. . .

"You're not deaf too are you?" Dr. Vargas asked as he continued to get no response from the blond. That comment actually got Aldrich to turn his head and glare at the burnet. Maybe Aldrich spoke too soon, again. The way his hair covered half of his face and the bright lighting of the room made Aldrich seem a lot more pissed off than he really was.

He was just simply glaring at the other while it looked like, to Augustus, he was ready to rip off a door from its hinges with his bare hands and break it over his knee. But instead of cowering, Dr. Vargas laughed at the other and took a step forward, "Well, now at least I know you can hear me!"

Now that the blond was facing the brunet, he got a proper look at him. Up close, he looked even happier that it seemed to be radiating off him. He was wearing a white lab coat like the rest of the doctors in this hospital. Under it, he wore a red dress shirt with a black tie, and kakis. He seemed to be a typical doctor, besides the fact that he was huge. Even under all that fabric, Aldrich could tell that the man was solid muscle. Aldrich wasn't flabby at all, quite lean actually, but compared to the brunet he looked like skin and bones.

"Oh, how about I tell you about myself first?" the doctor suggested. He bounced over to the empty chair at Aldrich's side and sat down. His bright brown eyes lit up toward Aldrich as he began to rapidly talk, "Well, my full name is Augustus Caesar Vargas. I'm an Italian psychiatrist from Rome. I have two wonderful sons, twins actually! Feliciano and Lovino! They are my pride and joy! I'm currently not married, and love to have sex! Your turn!"

With every word, Aldrich retreated further and further back into his bed. What the hell was up with this guy?! He was now convinced that this man wasn't a real doctor, he couldn't be. But right there on his name tag that hung on that pristine white lab coat was his name and below that guaranteeing his P.H.D.

The doctor smiled up at Aldrich, waiting for him to tell his story. The blond looked down at the other as if saying, "You think I'd tell you if I could?" Even though the German sent out glare after glare, the brunet continued to stare up at him with that dopy smile on his face. It was like his hopeful expression alone was supposed to convince Aldrich to talk.

Seeing that the Roman doctor wouldn't let the German get away with saying nothing, the blond would just have to show him he couldn't.

Aldrich took a shaky breath and closed his eyes. He took a few quiet breaths trying calm his now raging heartbeat. He slowly opened his green orbs and mouth together and tried to form words. He wanted to tell off the Roman doctor. He wanted to tell him to go away. He wanted to tell everyone to just leave him alone. When he let the air out of his lungs to speak, nothing came out but a whispering breath. He grit his teeth clenched his eyes shut. He inhaled sharply and tried again only to fail again. It should've been easy. It was something everyone could do. But when he tried a third time to only get air, he balled his fists into the sheets turning his head away from the doctor.

He hated this. He hated all of this. Anytime someone told him to say something, and he couldn't, he felt so pathetic. It was just speaking, two year olds could do it so how could he not?! Well, there was a time when he could, but that was a long time ago.

He felt so ashamed that he didn't dare to meet the other's crippling gaze. Everyone looked upon him with pity anytime they saw he was unable to speak and he was sick of it! He couldn't will himself to look over at his doctor only to see that same pitying gaze. He just couldn't. It was pathetic to say that he was even near tears at the thought of all the people who felt sorry for him. He didn't need empathy. He didn't need any of them!

While he was glaring down the wall, trying so desperately hard not to look at the Italian, a hand reached out and placed itself on top of Aldrich's clenched fists. Socked, Aldrich turned his head to see Dr. Vargas' hand on top of his. Looking up toward his face, Aldrich expected to see a sad frown upon his handsome face but saw a smile. A smile. Granted the smile was a sad one, but no one has smiled upon him like that before. It. . . he didn't even know what to think of it.

"Don't worry," the doctor began, "I don't want to brag, but I'm a pretty good psychiatrist. I'll fix you up, that I promise," Dr. Vargas said seriously. He still had that smile on his face, but it wasn't as obnoxious this time. Aldrich's jaw was so stiff it began to hurt and he wondered if he could snap it off. But with that smile upon the brunet's face, his jaw went slack as he stared upon his doctor. That . . . that was by far the nicest thing anyone has ever told him regarding his speech problem. Everyone would always say they were sorry or wonder what was wrong with him. No one has ever told him . . . that before.

Dr. Vargas gave Aldrich a reassuring squeeze of his hands and another smile before he stood up. He cracked his back and laughed, "Well, I should let you rest and get accustomed to your new surroundings. I think you might be here a while, but don't worry," He turned around and said over his shoulder, "I'll fix you up!" With that, he sent a wink toward the German and exited his room leaving the blond still wide eyed and at a loss of words.

I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter to my new story! I'm actually really excited for this one cause I know what's mostly going to happen in this one! I planned almost every chapter and I hope that I'll be able to update this frequently.

And I'm sorry that this chapter is kind of long. I wanted to really show how difficult it was for Aldrich to speak and such, and I hope I did a good job. And you all can tell me if I did a good job in a super kind review! :D

See you all next chapter~!