Oh my! A new story!

By the way, in the summary, that's supposed to be little Amelia singing and talking.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia

In the Asylum

Chapter 1

Who are you?

"Amelia Felicity Jones."

Where are you?

"In Rosalyn Asylum."

Where is that?

"London, England."

Why are you here?

"I'm mad."

Mad?

"Indeed. Absolutely bonkers. Crazy. Insane. Not...Not normal. I'm broken, like my old china doll Alice."

In the middle of a rather dull room there sat a young girl, only 12 years-old. One happy and excited blue eyes were now dull and lifeless. Caramel blonde waves of hair framed Amelia's face. They used to be long, but they now only reached her chin. The girl's skin was pale and covered in small scratches here and there.

She quietly whispered the same things to herself over and over. The little American often did this. Once she started, it was nearly impossible for her to stop on her own.

"Ms. Jones?"

Amelia snapped out of her trance, turning her head quickly over to the doorway, where a nurse stood. The nurse adjusted her glasses. She put on a smile. "Lunch time!"

When Amelia did nothing, the nurse huffed and walked into the room. She grabbed hold of her patient's shoulders and pulled her right off the ground. Amelia put her feet straight down. The nurse lowered her and Amelia stood up. Then, taking the nurse's hand, Amelia left for lunch.

Lunch was held in the large cafeteria and everyone ate together. Except for patients who weren't good. They ate by themselves in their rooms.

Didn't you used to eat in your room?

"Why yes, actually. I preferred it. I don't like being with everyone else."

The nurse frowned and looked down at Amelia. She tapped the younger girl's nose. "Don't talk to yourself."

"Sorry Ms. Lizzy." Amelia said, putting her head down.

Ms. Lizzy gave her a hug. "Oh, it's okay. But really, we mustn't talk to ourselves like that."

Sorry to get you in trouble, Lady Amelia.

This Amelia had to giggle at. Her, having a title like Lady! She was just a lowly peasant girl. At least she thought. She was pretty sure. Amelia, having been orphaned as a baby, wouldn't know who her parents were.

As a child, Amelia couldn't understand why she would've been given away, so she came up with her own idea. Her parents must have been very very poor. They couldn't let their darling little angel live in such horrible conditions. So, they gave Amelia to a somewhat wealthier family. Amelia liked to believe that after years of stealing from the rich and giving to all the other poor people, they were executed. But they died doing what they believed was right. And that made them heroes.

But after such a large event like that, surely you would've heard of it. Even if you can't read newspapers and such, the nurses would've been discussing it.

Amelia blocked that out. Her parents were heroes.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Amelia glanced at the door where the blood wrenching scream came from. She gulped and turned her head away.

What? What was that?

'Somebody was being treated', Amelia thought back to the little voice. 'for their insanity.'

Have they ever done that to you?

'Yes, that's where Catherine went.'

Catherine? Who's that?

'She was my friend before you. She was just like you. But Catherine couldn't keep her bloody mouth shut. So we were shocked. She died.'

The voice gasped, Oh no no no! I don't want this to happen to me!

'Then keep your mouth shut. And I suppose if you'll be staying I can give you a name.'

Oh goody!

'Hmmm,' Amelia thought to herself. What to call her, what to call her. Then it hit her. 'I know! Your new name is Olivia!'

Olivia? I like it!

Amelia smiled. She was glad to have a friend.

"Ready to go inside?"

Amelia jumped. Then she remembered where she was and who she was with. She nodded. "Yeah, let's go eat."

The first chapter is more so introductions to who Amelia is.

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