Doctor!Reader x Mental!America

It was only a few months ago that you started working in the asylum as a doctor and you loved the job. The nice patients, trustworthy guards and other doctors who understand you. But there was reason you dreaded coming to work at this place. It wasn't like he was a bad person, he was just too...Mental! Lots of people warned you not to take care of Alfred, but you refused to listen, a person is a person. He just needed some guidence. But they proved you wrong.

Of course it wasn't like to give up on somebody. So you kept your ground and walked up to his room. The body guys following your lead as they were preparing to open the door. You and the guards looked into his room, seeing him sit their on his hind legs. Staring at the ground with a red aura surrounding him. You swallow your spit and slowly, but shakingly open the door. They followed you into the room. You stopped at the foot f the bed were Alfred was sitting and reached out your hand. "It's time to go Alfred." You said calmly, waiting for him to react.

He slowly looked up at you with a death glare in his eyes. "What is it this time?" He tilted his head and stared at you. The tension in the room got tighter and humid. You really did not want to go through this today. Last time they had to drag him out of the room for his day. "Don't you want to play in Art Class?" You asked gently and his sighed.

Personally, you knew Alfred was as Mental as everybody was telling you he was. If he easily stayed quiet and didn't listen to the other mental patients. He was speical. So Alfred stood up and grabbed your hand. You and Alfred walked out of the room and looked back watching the guards follow behind you. Soon Alfred and you reach the Art room where your other patients were sitting, playing with paint and clay. In your group, there were, Gilbert, Lovino, Antonio, Francis, and Matthew.

You read over their charts and signed in Alfred for the day. You pointed over to Alfred's chair and he walked away sitting down. Now, you were going to plan out for the day. Doing so you had to incorporate each of their feelings and experiences. They all had this obsession to be thought of as a Nation instead of being humans.

Alfred on the other hand... Was tricky. No body except his older brother knew what was going on and he refused to tell anybody. After all that thinking  you got the idea. You clap your hands and everybody looked at you curiously.

"Okay guys, I got an idea of what we are doing today." Matthew raised his hand and you aknowledge it. "What are we doing, ______?" The blond male asked, watching you as you took at seat. "Oh well, Matthew. I think that we should take a walk around in the field." You suggested

You looked around, everyone nodded very pleased with the suggestion, but the only one sticking out, was of course Alfred. "What's wrong Alfred; You don't like the idea?"  You asked, worried that he would hate it.

He didn't answer, just shook his head. "Well, Okay then. Everybody you can continue your work." You answered, cheerfully and they resumed their art. They were good people, and you liked that. But this weird sensation came over you and you couldn't help but look at Alfred.

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Everybody was finally holding hands, but because of how many of them liked you it took along time. But you were walking along the field. This was the only time you could feel free of the guards and the asylum. Alfred holding your hand and Lovino on the other side holding your hand and Matthew's hand. You sighed in contempted.

"Miss _____!" Antonio yelled pointing forward. "What happened Antonio?!" You asked, looking up ahead to see what he was talking about. "It's Francis he ran up ahead without us!" You looked up closer and saw the blond male playing with the water. Everyone had let go and you knew exactly was goind to happen. "Water!" They yelled running off. You smiled and followed, but noticed that Alfred was still by your side.

"You don't want to go play?"

"I don't care...." He whispered blushing, turing his head away from you. "Alfred..." You leaned over to him and hugged the American. "It's okay, you don't have to be distant. I'm here for you."

Alfred's eyes widened and his blush grew on his face. Once you let go Alfred grabbed your hand and started walking toward the group of people playing in the water.  Francis came up from under the water smiling and pulling out all the sheels he collected from the bottom.

Antonio had pushed Lovino into the water and now had the Italian pushing him down under, playfully. Matthew sitting down on shore, watching the Prussian jump into the water, when he came back up he grinned and looked at Matthew, he was now blushing. You probably  would get in trouble for having them out of the asylum this long. But if everyone was having fun you would except that.

You sat down on the grass just watching them play and have fun. Then all of a sudden a shirt landed on top of your head and when you looked up at the object standing front of the sun. You saw Alfred stripped of his shirt  holding his hand out. "Wha--?"

"Let's swim..." He said, stuffing his glass into his pocket. You blush and grab his hand, he pulled you up and you both started to walk over to the water. Soon everybody started playing in the water and having a good old time. When you came up for some air you looked around and  saw them sitting on land drying from the water. Alfred grabbed you from behind and ducked under.

You turned around to face him holding your breath. He smirked and swam away up to the surface. You glared at hm and slowly rose back to the top. He got out of the water and shook head, grabbing his glasses and started putting them on. Once you got onto land you hugged the male from behind. "You know that wasn't right Alfred."

"Doesn't matter now." He grinned taughting you a bit. When you was about to argue, he kissed you on the lips. Alfred saw you blushing from the corner of his eye.

"You're kissing!' Gilbert pointed out the obvious. "K-i-s-s-i-n-g!" Antonio and Francis song out. Matthew and Lovino blushed.  When you pulled away, he grinned running away. Knowing that you would chase him and that's exactly what you did. Everyone followed with their stuff.

"I'm going to get you Alfred!"  

Maybe Alfred wasn't as bad at first. Just maybe misunderstood like everyone else in that Asylum. That was you're doctor's note.