Mental hospital, mental hospital. Even his awesomeness couldn't deny that the place creeped him out more than a normal hospital. So why was he here again?

Oh right. Cause he was the only one with enough balls to go.

Releasing a sigh through his nose, he looked around the place. He was in the patients recreation room, where many of the patients were allowed to go about and do whatever they wanted (with heavy supervision of course). Though none of them had bothered him yet he guessed it to be a matter of time. Where the hell was that doctor who was supposed to 'take him under his wing' or whatever the fuck they wanted to do with him?

Glancing about again, he noticed a small bench pushed against the wall and decided to sit. Maybe this was, yet again, the wrong field of work. He knew that if that weird Portuguese student was here he would be brimming with barely contained enthusiasm at the thought of 'helping' people or, what was it, 'atoning'. Fucking wacko. Ah, what the fuck ever. It this didn't work out he'd just go back to bartending. That always brought a few laughs; the one night stands weren't bad either.

"Um...excuse me..."

He released another sigh. Well, he knew he could have to interact sooner or later. It would be a crime to keep his awesomeness to himself he supposed. Looking up at the person who had spoken to him he was momentary knocked off guard by his appearance. First of all, he looked far too young and clean cut to be in a patient in a place like this, even being among the few people who was actually wearing normal clothes and not an awkward thin hospital gown. Where most patients must have at least been in their thirties or fifty's, this kid barely looked old enough to graduate high school. Not just that, but he looked far too pleasant to have been pegged by mental illness. Compared to everyone else's worn and haggard appearances, he was practically an angel.

The kid seemed uncomfortable with the man staring and he took a step back and looked away, combing a few nervous fingers through the ends of his longish blond locks. "I'm sorry but I, um...I usually sit there..."

Ah, so that's what he wanted. The bench was easily long enough to sit two people but with the way he was sitting he might as well claimed it as his own. He adjusted his position and scooted over to give the other room, which the kid generously took, though sat as far away from the other as he could. They sat there in silence, the kid seeming perfectly fine with looking elsewhere and pretending the other man didn't exist. The man was not. He wasn't sure why, but the kid interested him. Probably because he was just so out of the norm considering their environment. The only thing he could guess the kid suffered from was hardcore shyness but that wasn't enough to be checked into a mental hospital.

"Hey," he called, getting the kids attention. "Shouldn't you be in school or something, kid? Why are you here? Voices in your head?"

The kid seemed caught off guard by the sudden interrogation and shrink into himself. He wondered it he had somehow offended him but before he could speak the kid beat him to it.

"I-I'm sorry but, that, um...isn't really...your business?" He ended it in the form of a question rather than a statement and he couldn't help the small laugh that escaped him. It was the worst attempt of dejection he had ever heard. You would think someone who was in a mental institution would give less of a damn about what other people think.

"That's cool." It really wasn't cool, if anything he was even more curious but he figured the last thing he should do is push the guy. For all he knew, he was a serial killer. Hey, it's usually the quiet ones. "I'm Gilbert by the way. The awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt."

The kid looked confused, like this was the first time someone had introduced himself to him or something. He took a second to look down at his hand before he spoke. "I'm, uh, Matthew. Matthew Williams." He paused before slowly holding out a slightly shaking hand, not making eye contact as he did so.

Gilbert took the hand and shook it, not looking offended in the least with the lack of eye contact. "Matthew Williams, huh? Even your name sounds too normal. You have to be the most badass one here! Freakin' force feed you mountain of pills just to calm the fuck down."

Matthew's lips tugged into a small smile but still chose to look down at his lap as he responded. "N-no. Before I go to bed they just, um, lock me up in chains."

He had said it so straight face that for just a second, Gilbert thought he was serious. Though after realizing he was being played, he made an impressed sound before playfully punching the other on the arm. "Ah, damn, kid! You got me!" What a development, he really didn't expect the kid to be so secretly sneaky.

Matthew smile grew and he pushed him back lightly though immediately stiffened and looked down to his lap, his eyes wide as if he couldn't believe just what he had done. "I, er, um, I, ah...I'm twenty three." He eventually finished lamely, changing the subject.

Gilbert was taken aback once more as he looked over Matthew's soft features. With that face and small frame he could easily pass for a eighteen year old and, hey, he just might be. How was he to know that the kid wasn't a compulsive lair? Would you go to a loony bin for that? Who knows. Well, he probably should but that was beside the point. "Twenty three, huh? That still makes you a kid to me, kid. I'm twenty seven and that makes me your superior."

"Age doesn't make you superior."

"But my awesomeness makes me more awesome-er. Therefore, superior."

There was a pause before Matthew laughed. It started out a little awkward and hesitant though near the end Gilbert could tell he allowed himself to loosen up a bit. What an odd (cause he's never talked to anyone so shy and so not at the same time) but normal (for a mental hospital) kid. It really made him wonder more about why Matthew was here. Sure, kid had some self confidence thing that he needed to deal with but other than that, nothing he could see. Before he could ask once more, Matthew chose to randomly answer,

"I have DID." He tilted his head just enough to see Gilbert's confused face. "Dissociative identity disorder. It's like um... It's multiple personality disorder."

Gilbert smiled brightly, causing Matthew to tilt his head more in confusion. Obviously he wasn't used to people responding to his diagnosis like that.

"Cool! So are you...Always full or some shit?"

Matthew was even more confused. "Eh?"

Gilbert tried to elaborate, "If you have all those people in there it must be pretty jammed packed. I don't know about you, but I don't think my body could handle anymore awesomeness."

Matthew fully looked at him and blinked his large violet eyes. Hm, violet, huh? Just another weird point to add to the oddly normal kid. Finally, Matthew laughed lightly and looked away again, though his smile lingered. "Are-are you a new patient here?"

"Nah."

Matthew seemed a little chest fallen, but he tried again. "Then, um...are you a new doctor?"

Gilbert shrugged. "Kind of. Truthfully, I don't know jack shit about psychology. Studying Freud isn't that awesome. But some doctor here said he needed an intern so I decided, what the fuck? Might as well do something to keep that fucking professors voice out of my head." He wasn't sure why he was telling the younger man this. Probably because every time he tried to complain to his brother he would tell him to 'man up' before he went and manly frolicked with his completely unmanly pasta loving boyfriend.

"What's his name?"

"Professor Gupta. I sure that guy could talk himself to sleep."

"I-I...meant the doctor."

"Oh, right." Gilbert paused for a moment as he thought back on the name. "It was ah, Mr...Berg...ski or something." He couldn't remember the exact name cause it was weird and foreign but whatever. He figured that as long as he came equipped with a 'sir' he would be fine.

Matthew nodded before he looked in a completely different direction. "Dr. Braginski's over there."

Gilbert followed the other's gaze and flinched when he noticed there was a guy just standing there and staring from across the room. What the fu—How did he not notice that guy staring before? That shit is fucking creepy! Apparently he had voiced his thoughts aloud for Matthew commented, "I'm sorry. I'm, um, used to it..."

Seeing as the doctor was caught, he began making his way over. Noticing this, Matthew got up and made to leave. "Hey kid, hold up!" Gilbert called, reaching over and grabbing the back of his shirt. Matthew jumped before turning back, utterly puzzled.

Gilbert smiled. "It was awesome meeting you, kid."

Seeing as he said what he wanted to say, he let the other free but Matthew didn't move. He simply stood there and stared, looking at Gilbert like he was some kind of deity. "I-I, you, I mean, I guess I—hum..." Though Mr. Braginski was nearly upon them so he turned and left without a another, half formed word.

"That was rather impressive." The doctor said when he was close enough for Gilbert to hear. "I haven't seen Mr. Williams so happy since he joined us!"

"Wow, this place is really lacking in awesome." Gilbert easily remarked, standing so he could not feel, well, as short under the large man. "Luckily I'm here now, so you don't have much to worry about."

The larger man smiled but it was a practised smile. "So who are you? A friend of one of our patients?"

Gilbert stared and rose an eyebrow. Seriously? "Ah...no."

Dr. Braginski seemed a little bemused by the answer. "Oh? Then...A visiting doctor?"

The fuck? "No. Gilbert." Stare. "Gilbert Beilschmidt?" Stare. "You called me this morning." Stare. "The intern?"

Finally, the doctor looked like he understood. "Ah, yes! The psychology student. So how long have you been studying?"

"Five months." Gilbert answered with a shrug. "Unless you count high school, then about...seven months."

The doctor continued to stare, his practised smile not slipping in the slightest as he waited for the smaller male to continue. Seeing as Gilbert was done, he didn't say anything. Realizing this, the doctor allowed amusement to show on his lips. "Well, at least you will be entertaining."

Gilbert made a face, slightly offended. 'At least'? Gilbert was not an 'at least' in any way shape or form. Though considering the man in front of him was a) larger than he was, not to say he couldn't win in a fight but head shots would be harder to get and b) now his boss he decided not to comment.

Eventually the doctor led Gilbert away from the recreation room and down through the hallways that only the staff were allowed to use, telling him of the things he would be doing. Thankfully, most of his duties didn't involve dealing with the patients (which made sense seeing as he wasn't a trained nurse) other than occasionally handing out already filled prescriptions. Basically, everything he had to do could be summed up in one word, paperwork. From the way the doctor was going on about it he could only guess there was a whole fuck ton of it, too. Oh how he loved paperwork! (That happened to be written sarcasm)

Fuck Ludwig, way to try and make him 'better himself' and make him go to college. Gott, he was perfectly fine with living in his half assed apartment and spending the nights in a smokey, sweaty, shady bar doing drink tricks and flirting for tips. One person gets murdered there and his brother goes ape shit. Really made him wonder just who was the older brother in this relationship.

Finally, the doctor finished his extremely long explanation that Gilbert was only half listening to and allowed Gilbert to go home, saying that they wouldn't start until early tomorrow. Great. Another thing to look forward to, waking up early! Yay! (That was more written sarcasm) Arg...At least he had met one chill guy, right? Yeah, maybe. He would have to have a long 'pleasant' talk with his brother later.

Meanwhile, Dr. Braginski watched the strange man go until he was out of sight, allowing his practised smile to melt into a more neutral expression. One that he was banned form using at work due to the fact that it made the patients uncomfortable. He was soon joined by a nurse who seemed to have noticed his facial slip.

"Do you really want to make him your intern, Ivan?" She asked, looking toward where the strange man was moments ago with a frown. "He doesn't even seem to like it here."

"Yes but you should have seen him with Mr. Williams, Katyusha. It was rather fun to watch."

The nurse named Katyusha made a face before she looked at the notebook she had in hand. "Oh, the DID patient. He has been rather quiet lately." Now that she remembered the man existed she recalled the notes she had taken. Mr. Williams was still transitioning about as much as he was when he came here but he was now more distant towards people; hesitant to talk about anything unless it was some mundane topic.

"Da, the DID patient." A small twinkle of professional excitement flickered through Dr. Ivan Braginski's eyes. It was the first time he was able to work with someone with that particular disorder. It was a shame that Mr. Williams would not be more open with them, but maybe not for long. "Perhaps Mr. Beilschmidt will be able to help me help him."

Katyusha looked up at him before following his gaze back to where the strange man was long gone. She still had her doubts, of course, but she figured that under Ivan's carefully watch he couldn't do anything too bad.

Right?

Hope you all enjoyed the first chapter!

I've wanted to write a story where Canada suffered from DID for a looonng time (ever since I'm become obsessed with the United States of Tara lol (If you haven't seen that show, go watch it. It is a masterpiece)). So I'm happy that I can finally do it! This story is one that I write more on my downtime so I'm sorry if it's not as detailed or the chapters aren't as long as my other stories though I still hope you liked it!

Thank you for reading and please review! ^^