A few years ago, Hungary had to borrow a large sum of money from Austria, to pay for the costs of war. In doing so, they defended their land from invaders, but at a cost. A rather large one at that. Austria took Hungary as a servant, to pay off her country's debt. And, in doing so, set off a chain of events to free her.
Hungary's POV
"Elizabeta!" Austria's voice called through the house, causing me to flinch. He sounded pissed. I walk over to the laundry room, where his voice had originated. I opened the door, to be met with an angry Austria. "Yes sir?" I asked, rolling my eyes slightly. He pointed at an outfit in the middle of the room, a dress. It had long, belled sleeves , that hung at the ground. It's chest was made of a light green fabric, with white shoulders. The bottom was long, and it reached the floor. It was a nice green, with a small red ribbon tied around the waist.
"What is this?" Austria asked, waving his hand in front of my face. I shrugged. I really had no idea. Then, suddenly, a small sneeze was heard in the back of the room, in the closet. I sighed, and walked over. Opening the door, the new servant, Italy I think it was, stumbled out. He was covered in dust from head to toe, and had a small spool of green thread in his hand.
"Was this you doing?" Austria asked, pushing me to the side, glaring down at the small child. Italy's eyes started to tear up, and he rubbed their edges, brushing off the wet. "I-a just wanted to-a give the nice bella, something that's-a nice..." he said, his voice cracking. Austria glared at me, before turning and walking to the doorway, turning back to us.
"I expect you to get rid of that dress, and then get back to work, both of you." he said, before turning and leaving. I glared after him. 'I swear, if I wasn't in debt to him, I'd beat his face to a pulp...' I thought, growling slightly.
I turned to Italy, my heart shattering as I saw him, crying on the floor. I shushed him, sitting down and pulling him into my lap. "B-b-b-ut...I-a don't want to get-a rid of bella's dress..." he stuttered, tears streaming down his face.
"Then we won't get rid of it." I said. Italy looked up at me and tilted his head. I smiled at him, and pet his head. "Tell you what, why don't you go finish your work, and I'll stay here and finish the dress. Then, we can take it up to my room." Italy's face lit up in excitement. "Do you-a mean it?" he asked, smiling like a fool.
I chuckled and pat his head one more time, before standing. "I promise." I say, placing a hand over my heart. No shorter than right after the words left my mouth, Italy was already out the door and half way down the hall. "Gracie, bella!" he shouted. I smiled sadly after him. He's so innocent, but Austria would never allow a fool like him to stay clumsy for long.
I pulled a stool up towards the dress, plucking the thread that Italy had dropped off the floor. I grabbed the needle of a nearby counter, and started to work. I thread the needle, and started to stitch the hem. It was a small white lace, and it was only half on. Italy must have been sowing it when he ran out of thread.
I sighed and rubbed my temples, finally finishing with the hem. I looked out of the small barred window, and saw that it was already night time. I sighed again.'I must have missed dinner...boy, am I hungry...' I thought, walking back to my room. It wasn't much, it was just a small bed, a dresser, and a balcony, with no door. I pulled the tattered drapes over the opening, only for them to blown about from the wind outside.
I growled in frustration, laying on my bed, and slowly drifting off to sleep. 'This can't get any worse...'
