It was World War II…

Life as you knew it didn't mean much as long as you were living with Master Austria in his mansion. Your years there as his servant started ever since you were eligible to complete simple tasks that were enough to please Master Austria. By giving him your servitude, he gave you safety although you doubted he would ever let you leave at all. Since your family lineage was spent as his servant, you grew up as a loyal woman who would rather punish yourself than make one tiny mistake. And because you never met your parents, you had no sense of feelings other than whenever Master Austria was pleased, angry, or upset. Never was there a day when you wished to leave him for you knew that the world was a dangerous place nowadays with war after war, battle after battle outside Master Austria's home.

Raised by Miss Hungary, you were a respectful youth and grew to be lovely as well with her magical touch. She made sure you had plenty of food, a decent room, and clean servant-wear without asking for anything in return but to remain a good girl for Master Austria. Your memories of Miss Hungary began to hurt when she stopped visiting since she now had a country to run after World War I ended. These fond times eventually left you to become a ghost of yourself, haunting the halls of Master Austria's mansion only to do his bidding.

Although your ghostly attitude left you lifeless, you still managed to act as if nothing happened in front of others. Hiding your feelings became as simple as thought whenever important people stopped by to talk with your master. Sometimes honorable guests would talk to you if you happened to be present, asking about your life in Master Austria's household. There were times when your master asked you to tend to his wounded allies and though you never liked the sight of gore, you did as you were told. Since the Second World War began, you seemed to have closed yourself off even more as the sight of the wounded became common and orders were given almost constantly.

"J-just…awesome," Mister Prussia groaned.

You remained silent as you tended to the large gash in his chest, blood coating your hands. His complaining never seemed to stop and neither did that yellow chick who kept chirping nonstop. Tending to Mister Prussia was new to you, although you've seen him at a distance; you never gave him any assistance before. Master Austria said that he was an egotistic, and a big asshole as well, but the war seemed to keep him from being that kind of person. Although you've heard the Prussian say "awesome" a billion times, complain like a sissy, and talk about himself, it wasn't as often as Master Austria described.

"HOLY FRITZ!"

Ignoring the small splash of blood shoot into the air, your dedication to healing Mister Prussia stayed the same.

Mister Prussia started to hyperventilate. "Did…you just…just see that? That was awesomely…awesomely horrifying!" He gripped the side of the bed, his face reddening from the struggle to breathe correctly but you knew it was his fault, not yours. "Don't you care?"

Gently, you began sewing the hole in his chest back together.

"Answer me, girl."

"I care as much as my master wants me to."

"What's your name?"

Your hand worked quickly to end the conversation, "_."

"_?" Smiling, Mister Prussia finally started to relax, "What an awesome name."

Master Austria seemed to be arguing…

You patiently waited by the door holding your circular serving tray for you never knew when you'd need it. Both hands were shaking from gripping the metal too hard, hearing your master argue so loudly made sent chills up and down your spine. Some banging could be heard, Master Austria had a habit of slamming his fists against an object whenever he was angry and frustrated at the same time. Times like this reminded you of the day your master was quite "pissed" to be split from Miss Hungary after World War I, how depressed he became afterwards broke your heart. Hoping that he would come out and hug you like usual for comfort seemed too distant to be possible and so you stood your ground waiting.

"I won! The deal is a deal you sissy-man-boy!"

"I'd rather lose something else," Master Austria's voice seemed strained, this worried you. "Please-

"Kesesese! You took the chance, and my awesomeness prevailed as usual!"

"…_, please come in."

After a deep breath, reluctantly you twisted the handle and entered your master's piano room. The walls were made of glass so that your master could play his instrument in a peaceful place surrounded by a meadow. Centered in the room was a sleek black piano that Master Austria built himself after Miss Hungary left his house. Master was seated on the piano bench looking distressed in a room that was meant for peace of mind. You held your tray tightly against your chest while your knees wobbled the closer you neared the middle of attention by two pairs of eyes.

Mister Prussia was neatly dressed in a dark suit with little "Gilbird" sitting on his head of silvery-white hair. His red eyes watched you closely while he tapped a finger on the piano in beat to your footsteps as you neared him. Smiling slyly, he looked you over from top to bottom as if he was thinking about drafting you into his army and the inspection was taking place. Being under such pressure wasn't normal for you, your eyes avoided his as you took your stand by your master to put your attention on him than that "disgusting pervert" that Master Austria described him to be.

"I made a bet with Mister Prussia a long time ago…I lost." Master ran a hand through his hair, took a deep breath, and then glared at Mister Prussia. You didn't expect your master to show so much hatred, but the words he said next were surprising. "He wants you to be his prize."

Immediately your eyes widen, such a proposal was outrageous! No one would want to claim you from Master Austria or was allowed to until now. Of course your master was one with his word and wouldn't act childish in order to get what he wanted. Surely he would turn things around by calling Mister Germany!

"That's right, _, I want you to live in my house as my personal servant. It'd be better than this old dump because my place is awesome just like me, but not as much." Cockily Mister Prussia walked around and put his hands on your shoulders before leaning to whisper in your ear. He laughed, "Kesesesese, you'll make an awesome youth with me."

Master Austria looked uncomfortable, "Just let me talk with her in private."

At Mister…Master Prussia's house…

Being sixteen, you felt uncomfortable to be leaving the one man who basically fathered you all your life. Master Prussia's home was similar to old Master Austria's from the glorious paintings and expensive décor but it wasn't the same. You didn't see any servants to talk with in order to become situated either as your new master gave you the "awesome tour of a lifetime." Inside, your heart split once more as your thoughts go back to the day when Miss Hungary left, and it hurt too much to pay attention to Master Prussia. Painfully you stumbled behind him with your eyes down, still clinging to your tray as a reminder of your old home. Nothing would ever be the same anymore.

Calmly your master opened a door and led you inside with that strange laugh he has. He claimed it to be your new bedroom, but it was quite obvious that this room was his bedroom just by looking at the theme. Everything seemed to be extremely pricey from the thick wood that made up the furniture to the drapery on the king-sized bed and the wall-sized window overlooking the yard. Your items were already distributed to whatever place the person who unpacked it believed it should be. Seeing that your journal was placed on the nightstand froze your lungs and so you quickly snatched it in hopes that your master hasn't flipped through the pages. If he did, he'd probably punish her for knowing how to read and write, but you said nothing as he gestured around to his room.

"Lovely, isn't it?" Master Prussia stroked the top of Gilbird's head as the bird slept on a makeshift nest on the windowsill. "_, I hope you'll be happy to oblige sleeping with me for the rest of your life." He straightened up and turned to look at you, a gleam in his red eyes that made your heart shred into pieces. You nodded, but your master gave a disapproving look, "I also hope you'll speak as well."

Clearing your throat, you gave a weak smile, "Yes, Master."

"Awesome…I'll prepare a bath."

In the bathtub…

Reviewing your new master, you realize that he was most likely going to be the most horrible person to serve for. This nation took away what made you truly happy and that was living with old Master Austria in a place you lived in all her life. Here, men preparing for battle were all over the place, a sign that you were the only true servant to take care of Master Prussia's house. Not a single lady was around and you knew that being surrounded by the opposite gender would not suit well. You were of age to be married off but you grew up with the notion of being paired with a man of old Master Austria's choice in order to bear another generation of servants. Now, you didn't know what you were going to be used for other than cleaning, cooking, and providing for your new master.

This was the beginning of your life under Master Prussia.

Your memory liked to jump around…

Swabbing the floors with a mop took hours to accomplish since your master wanted to see the most awesome reflection of himself in the tile. Your arms were tired of swishing side to side while your legs begged for rest but you did not want your master to catch you sitting on the job. Sweat coated your brow from the summer heat, Master Prussia didn't open the windows because of reasons he kept on a very long list. Weakly you look into the pool of soapy water on the floor to see your weary face, your hair in disarray, your sad eyes showing a life of pain. Sometimes you wanted to throw the mop aside and stomp up to your master complaining but you were raised better than to do that by old Master Austria. Just once, your mind considered disloyalty, and immediately you blanked out thinking of how to punish yourself.

"_."

Hearing your master say your name startled you enough to accidentally knock over the bucket of soapy water. Tears stung your eyes to be so foolish enough for that to happen and so you tried spreading out the water throughout the hallway.

"_," Master Prussia put a hand on your shoulder, "Let me help."