After spending several years of his life as a therapist in an in-patient psychiatric ward, Matthew was almost completely certain he had seen it all. He had dealt with violence, verbal assaults, psychosis, compulsions, and at least three individuals who claimed to be Jesus- two of which stayed at the hospital simultaneously. He had things thrown at him, he was yelled at on a fairly normal basis, and he had learned how to talk patients down from various states of hysteria. In this line of work, nothing was too unusual. Whatever came through those doors, Matthew was well equipped to handle it.
That was what he thought, at least.
Until he met Gilbert.
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So this is a story from fanfiction.net by user Terminally Introverted! I thought this fanfiction was amazing and wanted to bring it to the world of Wattpad. This is a story using the characters from Hetalia. None of the characters or the show belong to me, and all credit to the original creators of Hetalia and this story. Rated mature for violence, mild gore, and abuse.
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