Hi~! I've decided to make a chaptered fic. It's entitled Madhouse.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.

WARNINGS: MADMEN. HUMAN!AU. USUK. OTHER PAIRINGS.

On with the story.

Welcome.

Alfred stared at the sign above the glass doors. That sign made his stomach sick. He hated at how those letters seemed to mock him, how the word they formed meant something new. He entered cautiously into the aging building.

The inside was the same as the outside, dirty and gray. Many people were there, most sitting down on the black chairs the building provided, their hands on the matching tables. Others were huddled in a corner, some crying, and some mumbling things he'd rather not hear.

Laughs greeted him, maniacal ones. He felt small and insignificant when all the people, maniacs, had their eyes on him. He willed himself not to run out, to get away from them. He walked to the receptionist's booth.

He lightly tapped the glass. No one answered. He looked at his watch and stared at it, and felt someone breathing down his neck. He turned his head around and immediately went pale. A tall man with blond hair stood behind him, smiling at him.

"Become one with me?" he said in a deep Russian accent, gripping something, a metal faucet pipe with specks of blood, tightly.

"N-No." Alfred replied, trying to control his breathing. He saw the Russian smile at him even more. He could feel something radiating from the Russian, kind of like a deadly aura.

"Are you sure? It is best if you become one with me if you do not want to end up like him." he continued on, still smiling as he pointed to a male who was shaking in a corner, who almost fainted at the mere mention of the blond man.

"Back off, Ivan! That is not the right way to treat someone else." a person said to the man, shooing him away from Alfred.

The man, Ivan, walked away. Alfred heard him whispering something that sounded like "kol kol kol kol". Something was definitely wrong with that guy.

Alfred turned to the person that told Ivan off. The person, a man, was shorter and thinner than him. He had emerald eyes and blond hair. But his most prominent facial feature was his big eyebrows. The man caught him staring and faced him.

"I'm sorry. Let me introduce myself. I am Arthur Kirkland. It's a pleasure to meet you, um…" the person, Arthur, said to him, hand extended to him.

"Jones. Alfred F. Jones. Nice to meet you too, Artie!" Alfred said. He grabbed the green eyed man's hand and shook it. Alfred smiled. 'Finally! Someone sane I can talk too!', he thought.

Arthur blushed a bit at the nickname, and then proceeded to smack Alfred in the arm."My name is Arthur, you git! It's A-R-T-H-U-R, not Artie!"

Alfred laughed at his reaction. He then proceeded to face the receptionist's booth. The receptionist still wasn't there. He made noises and rang the silver bell on the booth repeatedly. He continued doing this until he felt a light tap on his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Arthur asked him.

"Trying to get the receptionist to notice me." Alfred replied, curious as to why Arthur even asked him the question. Wasn't it obvious?

Arthur scratched the back of his head. "Alfred, you better stop doing that."

"Why? Is he or she on break, somethin'?" he asked, he sounded bored.

"The receptionist left years ago. No one is going to answer you." Arthur told him.

Alfred became curious. "She left? Why?"

"Somebody tried to kill her after she left him alone. The very next day, we were informed that she quit and would never come back because the crazy man also tried to kill her in her sleep. Happy?" Arthur told him, averting his eyes to the floor as if he'd told this story a million times already. He saw Alfred gulp. "Why were you even looking for her?"

"Some dude in black forced me to come here, saying that I was 'mentally unstable' or some other shit along those lines." Alfred said, scratching his head.

"Wait a minute," Arthur said, pacing left and right like he was in deep thought, "That means that you're the new patient!" he exclaimed.

"New…patient?" Alfred said, blinking his eyes in confusion.

"Yes. Welcome to the Madhouse, a mental facility that aids others in recovering from their mental problems." Arthur said, with a bit of sadness in his voice. It was like he was looking at another poor soul who was going to be sent to hell.

"The Madhouse? Mental facility? Mental problems? I d-don't have any of t-those!" Alfred said, his eyes widened in shock at the news.

Arthur looked at him. "Believe me you do. If you didn't have any, then why would you be sent here?"

Alfred was panicking, obviously horrified at the idea of staying in a mental facility. Many people were looking at him. "How the fuck would I know? Shit, that means I'm gonna to stay with maniacs! Crap!"

"Alfred…" Arthur tried to calm the boy down. He failed miserably.

Alfred was getting worse by the minute."No way am I going to stay here! I don't want to stay here, with creepy commie bastards with faucet pipes who want to become one with me! I don't even know what that means!"

Arthur was through hearing the American's screams. "Alfred!"

SMACK

"Would you get a hold of yourself?" Arthur yelled at Alfred. Alfred stroked the cheek that Arthur slapped. He was wincing in pain, and his cheek was a bright shade of red.

"Much better. Now, you say that you don't know why you were sent here?" Arthur sighed. Alfred nodded in response.

"I don't know why. I never felt that there was something wrong with me. Besides, heroes don't have mental problems…" Alfred said, looking at himself. He put his hands on his torso and felt himself to check if anything was wrong. He looked up all of a sudden, like he thought of something. "Hey, Arthur?"

"What is it?" Arthur said, thinking that Alfred found out why he was here.

"Why are you here? You look sane!" Alfred asked him.

Arthur sighed. "I was deemed a madman because I could see magical creatures and perform magic. According to them, 'There are no magical creatures or magic' and other bullshit like it!" he said, then an air of death surrounded him, "But don't worry I will take care of them. I will make them pay…" Arthur smiled maniacally with a laugh to match.

"I think I know now why they put you here, Artie." Alfred whispered, looking at the ground. Arthur faced him.

"What was that, Alfred?" he said in a dangerous tone. The air of death around him vanished when Alfred shook his head frantically from side to side. "But I still believe that magic and Flying Mint Bunny are true!" Arthur said.

Alfred blinked. "Flying…Mint Bunny? Forget about that shit, are you going to show me around? Ya know since I'm gonna stay here?" he said.

Arthur looked annoyed. "First of all, it's YOU not YA. Second of all, it's GOING not GONNA. Geez, get it right you git!" he said, "Third, I'll show you around later. I'll show you your room first."

"Alright, you lead the way, Artie."

"I told you my name is Arthur!"

Yeah that's it. To anyone that reads this and will wait for updates, updates will come late this end of March to the start of April. Don't worry though, after that, updates will come faster (unless I get writer's block).

In the meantime, do you have any favorite characters?