Alfred F. Jones an enigma. Blond hair, blue eyes, a seemingly normal person.
Well, he couldn't be normal if he was here.
Hetalia Psychiatrist Hospital.
A hospital for some and a prison for others. A place where the most deranged, the most dangerous, the most......well crazy people went.
Sterile white walls and floor. Just being here could make most people feel like they're crazy.
Ivan took his keycard and swiped it across the key reader. Here goes another boring day of his job.
His well polished black boots made small thumps along the floor. The only sound you could hear.
Ivan continued his walk to Hall B. Being a security guard, his job was to make sure the doors were locked and the prisoners accounted for. It was a pretty cushy job, if only he could forget some of the things the patients here said.
Walking to a small reception area with a sign that proudly proclaimed it was Hall B, Ivan turned left. He would first start with Arthur's room and hopefully on Alfred. Yeah, that seemed like a good idea. Arthur was one of the easier patients. He was just delusional, not violent, like some of the other patients here.
Sorry for the short chapter. I've just been swamped this summer.
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