King of the world
Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia or any of the characters ect.
Warning: This story contains touchy subjects, gore, sexual scenes, and Russia.
Follow me
Become one with me
Do as I say
Do not test me
For I am the king of the world
I do not hesitate
To do what I mean
Caution is always top priority here, for the man who sits on the throne has the cuteness of a small child, but holds the cruelty of a twisted monster. The name given to him, Ivan Braginski, stills the hearts of even the most well-built man and creates panic amongst the villagers. Some children cry in the middle of their sleep about a boogeyman, here they scream in hopes he isn't there. I tell you, do not lock your doors in the night,no, do not make the same mistake so many others have made. He thinks it a challenge. Do not lay your children in seperate rooms, he loves hide-and-seek. Do not hide your woman, keep them as if nothing is wrong. He will have no rebellion, only bloodshed. I tell you this because I know many others will not, they are too afraid. If you have any questions, concerns or have any need of me, I live at the farmhouse at the edge of the city. The one with the bright red barn with the soviet flag hanging in the window.
Be careful and welcome to hell,
Eduard von Bock
Once known as Estonia.
The note on my door scared me, I had known of the king, but had dissmissed such things as lies and rumors. Now, no matter where you went, he was there. The entire world, taken over by one man, surely the rumors would spread right? I had moved here from a provinance once known as Germany to work at his large, castle-like mansion as a personal maid. What the hell am I getting myself into exactly?
I was to stay in this small hut of a home apon my arrival and wait untill a servent was sent to fetch me. I lit a small fire in the fireplace and threw in the note, if the rumors were true, I didn't want that man to get in trouble. I had very few belongings, barely enough to fill a single suitcase. I brought out a brush and my nightgown, slipping into it and stringing my long white hair into a braid to sleep. The bed was bare except for a sheet and a single pillow so I threw my long trench coat over myself and closed my eyes.
In my dream, I was walking down a long corridor towards a large set of double doors. I threw them open to see my brother. He was sitting upright at a large table, facing away from me.
"Bruder" I called, my voice heavy and distant as I ran over to him and turned the chair to face me.
I woke up with a scream, pressing my hands to my chest where a ring hung on a chain around my neck. A thud caught my attention and I scanned the room, my eyes falling on a woman sitting next to the fireplace with her legs crossed. She was wearing a blue maids dress with a white apron.
I wet my lips, "who are you?" I asked as politely as I could. The woman huffed and flipped her long blond hair, "Natalia Arlovskaya, brother sent me to fetch you."
"Brother?" I asked, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and creeping to where I had hung my clothes from the day before.
"Theres no time for that, put them in your bag and lets get going. Brother will not be kept waiting any longer." Her voice sent chills down my spine, but I did as I was told. I slipped my coat on and shoes and grabbed my bag, following the woman out onto the main road.
"So who is your brother?" I asked, scrambling to catch up.
"Ivan Braginski is my brother, as is he your new master" she said coldly and I nearly tripped, "I have controll over the provinance of Belarus."
It seemed like hours before we came apon a large iron fence, a twisted path leading to the mansion. How the hell could she walk all this way so easilly in heels? Once the gate was opened, she led me up to the main entrance.
"Brother says you will not sleep within the servants corridor" she hissed angrilly, stopping in front of a large oak door. The doornob was crystal and the edge of the door was carved with sunflower designs. She knocked twice before opening, grabbing me by the wrist and throwing me inside roughly before closing the door behind me with a loud bang.
"Ow" I whinned, rubbing my wrist where she had grabbed me when a deep, low chuckle ecoed from across the room. I froze.
A shadow fell over his features so all I could see were his eyes, glowing a bright violet. Childish was not the word I would use to describe such eyes. On the surface, they were cruel and menacing but below I could see the tears of an abused child. I'm not saying I would try to hug him or pity him, I'm just saying he seemed tramatized, not cruel.
He took a step and I swallowed a scream. He had short-cut blond hair and a fairly dark complexion. Now I can see why they called him childish, his face plump with youth yet angled with age. He had an oh-so-fake smile streatched across his features and his his shoulders were bent back ever so slightly in a dminating stance. He was huge, standing at least 6' 9'' with broad shoulders and arms that looked as if they could pick up a tank and throw it with ease. He wore nothing but a pair of black pajama pants.
"You like what you see?" He asked slyly, opening his arms up to motion to himself. He took another step towards me, then another, seeming somewhat dissapointed that I didn't take a step back once we were face to face.
"Word has it, you can see right into peoples soul with such beautiful eyes" he whispered, dragging his thumb below my right eye almost painfully, "such beautiful red eyes."
He bent down, but I lashed out, pressing my arms against him and pushed him just enough so he couldn't reach me. I wasn't about to let him have his way, king or not. A low growl emmitted from his chest and he grabbed a fistfull of my hair, throwing me roughly onto his bed.
"You will learn to behave my little flower" he said in a child-like voice, pressing against me so I couldnt move, " I own you now."
"You do not own me" I whispered back, malice dripping from every word, "and my name isn't flower." He backhanded me, a loud crack ecoing through the room.
"It is now" he whispered, his breath against my neck. He sat up and left me on the bed, trailing over to the window. Surprised, I laid there watching him. He picked up a bag from a desk and threw it towards me.
"Change into that, it will be your new uniform" he ordered and I pulled it out. It was a white and red maid outfit with a black apron, opposite of Natalia's uniform. I waited for a while before it dawned on me that he expected me to change in front of him.
"Is there a bathroom I could change in?" I nearly begged and he shook his head.
"Do not worry, I will not touch you" he said, his voice a tinge of sadness. I looked at his eyes through the reflection and saw that he was indeed sad. I stood up and turned away from him, stripping down and putting on the uniform. It fit perfectly, suprisingly. I don't recall ever giving my measurements. It was made of cotton, soft against my skin and came with a pair of shorts, much to my surprise. He seemed like the kind of man who would make me wear nothing underneath.
At least, thats what his first impression said. When I was finished, I spun to see him still facing the window, he wasn't even looking to me through the reflection. Such an easy book to read.
"You regret it" I said calmly as I had done so many times before with others, "so why do it?"
"You are not here to read me, flower" he said, obvioulsy annoyed at my words.
"Then why am I here?" I asked, still searching his every move.
"That, you will find for yourself. Now, you must be tired. Feel free to sleep, as I said before, I will not touch you." I curled up under the top cover, it was still warm. He moved to the other side of the bed and slipped under another cover, facing me. I waited untill he was asleep before allowing myself to follow.
The next morning, he was sitting at his desk filling out paperwork and humming to himself lightly. I sat up, sad to see my uniform slightly crumpled from sleeping in it.
"Come here, little sunflower" He said without looking up from his work and I scrambled over.
"Each morning you are to make the bed and bring me tea, another servant, Ravis, will show you how. After that you are to return here for anything else I assign for you to do. Again, Ravis will be showing you what is to be done and how. Understood?" He looked up on the last point and I nodded. Three knocks were heard at the door before a small boy with dirty blond hair stepped in.
"Y-you n-n-eeded me sir?" He said, his shoulders shaking and Ivan smiled cruely back. The boy gulped and nodded, "t-t-this way m-miss" he said, ushering me out the door. Once we were out of there, he took a deep breath and smiled sadly at me.
"So you must be the one everyone's bustling about, my name is Ravis Galante, once known as Latvia."
"My name is Maria Beilshmidt" his eyes grew wide and he bit his lip.
"I should probably show you what your supposed to be doing, less Belarus finds us slacking" he shivered.
I had a feeling, this was only the begining...
OOOOK so this was kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing :)
But, thats usually how my stories start out
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~Yulie