A/N Sorry it's been so long! I've been busy with school and I can't have my computer upstairs at night anymore (the main time that I write), so most of this writing is done in the car on my mum's phone or occasionally on my kindle when I'm waiting for my mum to come into my room to say goodnight.  Or possibly on weekends, if I have time....
Anyway, enjoy this fail if you can! XD

"Did you forget that I was going to talk to you?"

England stared out the window. "No." He was silent for a moment, but then continued. "Of course not. I just assumed I imagined it."

"Why did you doubt this specifically?"

"I doubt just about everything I see, hear, or think. It kind of comes with having Schizophrenia and being constantly reminded of it by those around you."

"Is that why you always forget about me? Because you think I might not really exist?"

"Sometimes that's why, yes."

"Why don't you have medication?"

"I do. For Schizophrenia. OCD. PTSD.  Bipolar disorder.  Speaking of bipolar disorder the past couple weeks I've been more on the depressed side, but now I'm in the manic thing or whatever.  They almost gave me pills for DID*, but I somehow convinced them not to because there's no point in wasting money on that shit to be honest. I've been skipping out on my medicine anyway since they're probably just trying to mind control me or something. I tend to be bit uncooperative about things at times."

"Why are you just telling me all of this?"

England looked at the waves outside.

"Because, Matthew, I've known since you floated through that closed door that I'm hallucinating."

~•~Crazy Time Skip~•~

The doorbell rang.

This not really a rare occurrence, but all of the states raced to open the door. A wave of crashed into the room, only for them all to stop once they saw that Alfred was already holding the door handle.

"Every time," one state muttered. "You're always already here. Even when you're not home!"

"At least you didn't get trampled," grumbled a state that had gotten trampled.

"Shhh," America shushed, opening the door. "Oh, hey France."

"Bonjour, Amérique," France replied. "Is Angleterre here?"

"He's in his room, I think," America replied.

"I brought some things that he left at his home."

"Well you can bring it to him. I assume you know where he's staying from when you were here?"

"Oui, merci." France walked into the house, walking to where he remembered England's room being.

Once he got there, he heard talking. England's voice, but no one responding. France sighed and knocked on the door.

The talking stopped abruptly, and the door opened. "France?"

"Can I come in?" France asked.

"Yes, you may," England replied, stepping aside. France walked in, and put a bag on England's bed. England closed the door.

"You forgot those at your house." France could tell England knew what was in the bag but England was pretending not to. France knew him too well to be fooled.

"Thank you," England responded politely, planning to shove it in a cupboard and not look at it again once France was gone.

"Arthur, don't think that I don't know that you're not even going to use them on your own."

Arthur glared at France, but didn't say anything.

"But you need to," France continued softly.

"Shut up, you bloody wanker. I don't have to take that stupid crap if I don't want to."

"Yes you do," Francis said sternly. "It's to help you, and I'm not leaving until you take them."

"Do you want to poison me or something?"

Francis almost didn't know what to say. He was offended and hurt by the accusation, but he kept his composure.

"You know I wouldn't, Angleterre."

Arthur didn't take what he said back. "I don't know what to believe."

"Arthur, if you won't take your medicine yourself, I will shove them down your throat."

"Sure."

Francis looked at Arthur seriously.  "I would. It's all to help you, because I do care about you, whether I usually show it or not, mon ami."

Arthur looked at Francis stubbornly.  "I'm not going to take them."

Francis picked up the bag, taking out one of the bottles.

"What if I hurt you?" It didn't sound like a threat.  Arthur's voice was quieter than before, hardly above a whisper.  Francis knew what Arthur meant, that he sometimes couldn't really control his own actions and didn't want to end out hurting Francis despite knowing France was only trying to help him.

France sighed, setting down the bag.  "I know you will try to fight back, and I'll probably get hurt whether you really wanted me to or not.  I'm willing to take that risk.  You need to take your medicine, England."

Arthur wasn't looking at Francis, instead staring at the ground.  Francis couldn't see Arthur's face, but could practically sense him thinking hard.  Then, he looked up and glared at Francis, snatching the medicine from his hand.

"I'll take the bloody medicine," Arthur grumbled, opening the medicine.  Francis smirked, knowing that England really cared, even though he tried not to show it.

  ~•~Spoiler Time Skip: England's Bipolar Medication Didn't Work~•~   

(America is under all of their control at the moment)

"Why the f word is England acting so weird?" Union asked, staring at England, who was talking with Francis without them trying to kill each other.

"Did you literally just say 'f word?'" Confederacy asked, and bursted out laughing.

"Yeah," Allen chimed in.  "You could just say fu—"

"Something's happening," America said, and the others turned their attention to the screen again.

England sitting on the floor and was laughing with France.

Not at France, but with him.  And he laughed for an extended period of time.

(A/N  The laughing for an extended period of time thing is an inside joke between a friend and me.  So now I'm laughing for an extended period of time as well because the joke is just... *bursts out laughing again after a pause, then after I stop laughing for an extending period of time I stare at a wall blankly and depressingly and I have to force myself to continue*)

France was smiling, but in his eyes there was a sympathetic sadness as he looked at England.

England's laughter slowly fizzled out, and he jumped up from the floor.  "I'm hungry.  Is there food here?" he questioned, but didn't pause enough for the surprised Americas to repond.  "Wait, no, I wanna go out to eat."

"Where do you want to go?"  France prompted.

"Hm... I'll decide on the way."  He ran out of the house, passing a couple states on the way, who stared after him.

"No plan?"  America observed.

"Unusual,"  Confederacy said.

"Weird,"  Union agreed.

"Not good,"  America muttered.

France stood to walk after him, but America walked over to him first.

"What happened to Iggy?"

"Nothing,"  France said.  "Nothing happened to him."

"Then why is he acting so different?"

"If you think I'm going to spill Arthur's secrets, you're wrong,"  Francis said, his voice cold.  He forced it back into a lighter tone.  "But you can come eat with us, maybe he'll tell you himself."

"I will.  Hm...  Hawaii, you're in charge."

Hawaii looked over from where she was sitting.  "Okay."

Francis and Alfred walked towards the front door, hoping Arthur hadn't driven off yet.

  ~•~Craziest Time Skip~•~ 

They sat at the restaurant, taking a look at the menu.

"Why is this all French food?"  England asked.

"Because we're at a French restaurant, Angleterre."

"You bloody git, why would you take me to a French restaurant?"

"You asked me to give you directions, and I had no idea where any of the places that you mentioned were, so I just gave you the directions to here."

"Didn't you read the name of the restaurant on the way in?"  Alfred asked.  "The sign is huge and everything."

Arthur rolled his eyes.  "I didn't want to read the sign and I had assumed Francis would give me directions to the place that I mentioned."

"Okay, okay, Angleterre.  Just figure out what you're going to eat, and I'll pay to make it up to you."

Arthur immediately forgot about the argument over where they were and started rambling about what he would order, choosing random foods that caught his eye on the menu before finding another one and forgetting about the previous one.

"Okay, why are you acting so different?"  Union blurted.

Arthur looked at him.  "I'm just in a good mood, is all."

America raised an eyebrow.  "You're too irritable to just be in a good mood."

Arthur glared at him.  "I am not, you bloody wanker."

"I rest my case."

"Okay, I'll tell you,"  England said, but before he could, the waiter came.

"Hello, I'm Sophie and this is Anna, my apprentice.  Are you ready to order?"

"I believe we are,"  Arthur said.  "I'll have... uh..."  He looked at America and France.  "You guys order first."

The two ordered, and then it was back to Arthur.

"You're order, sir?"  Sophie asked.

"Uh.........."  Arthur stared at his menu, unsure.  Francis interjected, ordering for him.  Anna copied down what he said, then Anna and Sophie left.

"So what were you going to say?"  Alfred asked.

"What?"  Arthur asked, trying to backtrack his thoughts to think about what they had been talking about.  "Oh, that.  Francis came with my medication this morning, which I didn't want to take but eventually did.  Anyway, my bipolar medication didn't work."

A/N Anyway that failed, but my computer is out of battery and I want to publish this tonight, so...  I hope this wasn't too terrible lol

-Arthur.

*edited by a lazy person aka me. Feel free to put more corrections*