He wasn't mad. No not mad. He wasn't insane either. No not insane.

Although he heard whispers and voices speak to him, shadows and figures that seemed to be in the room with him, and the fairies that mocked him because no one else could see them. No, that was normal. Completely normal. There were times when most people looked mad.

For example Alfred had a twin brother that no one knew about, even though the Englishman knew him all his life he never met such a person. Then there was Ivan who was fucked up in the head, all smiles and fucking rainbows but as far as the Russian was concerned he was innocent, no matter how many times he's stabbed and burned Yao for absolutely nothing. Or maybe it was the fact he just hated that Chinese boy? Not to mention Feliciano who had unusual mood swings, one minute the brunette would look innocent and happy, the next bursting into tears over some kid that died a few years ago. Arthur actually felt for the boy.

So as the emerald eyed teenager sipped his tea amongst the corpses, deep red liquid dripping from his hair and face causing those eyes to seem more vibrant, the precious substance clinging to his clothes forever staining them. Arthur thought he was perfectly sane.

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Psycho! Arthur is possibly one of the most epic things ever.

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