Asylum: USUk fanfic

Chapter Five

Hey my children. Sorry I haven't updated in a while, no excuses I'm lazy as fuck. But I am now, here you guys go. Here's your Chappie!

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( POV Arthur)

  After my session was over I was taken to the cafeteria, it was about around nine o'clock, still breakfast. And to be completely honest I was bloody hungry.

I walked in and went straight to the line, they didn't have much to appetize me. So I just got a blueberry muffin and looked around to figure out where to sit.

I was very surprised to hear my name be called, I looked over to the loud source. Alfred. He was sitting with his friends, the other patients in the files. He was waving me over, I nodded and shyly walked over and sat next to him.

"Hey so is the kid you were talking about Al?" The blonde man, I'm guessing Francis asked. Alfred nodded quickly. "Totally! This is Arthur! He's super cool and a bit grumpy!"

I raised a eyebrow, "Excuse you, I am not grumpy." I seen the albino kid, Gilbert, staring at me. "Hey why are your eyebrows bigger than Ivan's social life?"

Ivan smiled sweetly but his eyes were challenging. "More like bigger than your IQ, da?" Gilbert cackled. "They're bigger than your fucking friends list, loser."

Ivan smirked. "They're bigger than your sex life." They started to get in each others faces.

I looked over to Feliciano's big brother. He was quite and in...Antonio's, I think, lap. Munching on a ripe tomato, not looking up. He looked so younge, even fragile. I looked up to see Antonio's gaze, he wore a straight face.

Something told me he didn't like me staring at Lovino, and I didn't fuck with people who enjoy seeing their family burn in a house fire. In fact I was the opposite, so I looked away uncomfortable.

I chewed on my muffin, keeping to myself as Ivan and Gilbert continued to argue. I was started by a hand on my shoulder. "Mon cherie, welcome. I'm Francis, we should hang out later, no?"

I was terrified. I shook my head accidentally back into Alfred, I felt his arms wrap around me. Making my pale face flush a bright pink.

"Francis leave him alone." Francis pouted. "Aww but he's so cute!" I scoffed and stuck up my finger. "I am not cute, excuse you frog." He chuckled.

I noticed Alfred hadn't eaten anything, which worried me. I looked over, finally noticed the boy, holding a stuffed polar bear. Round glasses, a curl, not meeting anyone's eye. That must be Alfreds older brother.

I sighed getting a headache. I wanted to go home...

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