Okay, so here be a story. Before anyone bothers me about the mental hospital, I KNOW the reason Prussia is there is kinda weird. Just go with it. K?


For Gilbert Beilschmidt, the world was a stage, and his life was a never-ending performance. Some people say that one must be happy with who they are before others will like them, but that wasn't the case for Gilbert Beilschmidt. He couldn't like himself until he got his standing ovation, which he always got. Why? Because Gilbert Beilschmidt is awesome.

But, Gilbert was not perfect. One time, he messed up. The world looked down upon him with a sneer on its face. "You're such a fake, Beilschmidt."

That's when Gilbert knew he needed to get his spotlight back. The spotlight, and the attention that came with it, began to wane away from Gilbert, and onto the next kid. The albino swore to get it back. Somehow, someway. He would do anything to get his spotlight back where it belonged. On him.

So he started slicing his wrists open. He had heard that kids who did that got attention, and it worked. For a while. At the beginning, people worried for him, and he got sympathy from the chicks. It was only temporary, as the spotlight soon drifted away from him. Gilbert Beilschmidt was once again in thedark, and he was lost.

The cutting got worse, it got deeper. It started moving up his arm, then onto both arms. Words started appearing in his flesh, words that he, Gilbert, had been calling the outcasts before he had been thrown from his spotlight. This got him noticed again, this time with professionals who wanted to help. And they were, just by putting Gilbert into the center of attention. But soon the cutting and the words weren't enough; there was always a more pressing case.

Gilbert's final move was the pain killers. When he woke up in the hospital after over-dosing, his father was there, shaking his head and looking disappointed. "I've tried everything I can for you, Gilbert, but none of it seems to be working. As soon as we leave, I'm taking you to the mental hospital."

Gilbert's initial reaction was no. No, he couldn't go. He could get back to his rightful place at the top with the cutting and pills on his record, a lot of kids did that, but being put in a crazy house? No fucking way. Once Gilbert got in, he might as well stay, because that would be the most popular Gilbert could ever become. No one wants to be friends with a crazy kid. There had to be another option.

There wasn't.

Gilbert's father drove him, sat with him as the albino was evaluated, and walked with him and the nurse to the teens' wing of the hospital. The blonde man said nothing as he left Gilbert, only succeeding in pissing off the albino more than he already was.

The nurse led Gilbert to a room where there was another boy sleeping in the second bed. Once the nurse had left him, Gilbert turned the lights on and stared at the fogged-over window. Behind him, the other boy stirred, the sudden light having had woke him up. Gilbert didn't notice. Even if he had, he wouldn't really care. All the albino wanted right now was to get back to his old life, before he screwed up and had to resort to cutting to get any attention.

The boy yawned. "Who are you?"

His voice was small, a whisper. Gilbert didn't hear it, he just walked back over to the light switch, turned the lights off, and fell back onto his bed. The mattress felt like rocks. Gilbert sighed and stared up at the ceiling. "This sucks already."

"I know." The voice was a bit louder now, as it was annoyed at being ignored. Gilbert heard it this time, and jolted upright. "What the hell?"

"Hi. I'm the ghost of Hetalia Mental Hospital."

"Oh that's just great. I'm rooming with a ghost." Gilbert rolled his eyes. "This place just got even less awesome than before."

"It's a mental hospital. What did you expect?" So the ghost was sarcastic. Great. "Five star hotel rooms with Jacuzzis?"

"That… would be the most awesome mental hospital ever. I would want to be in it." Gilbert smirked to himself. The ghost snorted. "Which is why this place is the way it is: sucky. Oh, and don't eat the eggs, they taste horrible. And the chicken can break a fork it's so hard."

"I don't eat chicken or eggs. I have a pet baby chick."

"My brother wants a pet whale."

"Well then maybe your brother should be in the crazy house instead of you, ghost-boy." Gilbert laughed. The ghost coughed softly. "Um… I'm not really a ghost."

"I knew that. I'm awesome, so I just know stuff like that."

"If you're so awesome, then why are you here?"

"Ouch." Gilbert laid back down, turning towards his room mate. "Okay, look. My name is Gilbert Beilschmidt the Most Awesome. You cannot question that. Ever. Verstehen?"

"Um… what?"

"Sorry, German." Gilbert smirked again. "Do you understand?"

"Yes." The boy nodded. "And I'm Matthew Williams… the most… invisible, I guess."

"Okay, Mattie. Let's see which of us can get out of the crazy house first. The Awesome me, or Matthew the ninja." Gilbert challenged the blonde, who nodded in the darkness. "Challenge accepted."


Okay, so first chapter is up. YAY. I really suck at author's notes... so I guess just R&R and I'll have the next chapter up next week.

The next chapter has Hungary. And she's kind of crazy. D