A/N: I do not own Hetalia. I just think that it's awesome enough to write about.

I hum quietly to myself, trying to focus on dusting but it is so boring. It's funny how I have never really noticed just how many things I have to dust everyday until now. Even though I should since I've worked here for quite some time. My gaze drifts from the porcelain figures to the window by the shelf I am standing beside. From where I am standing, I can see a few birds flying past chirping as they go.

Sometimes I wish that Roderick would let me go outside more often so I can run around and climb trees like I used to. But then I stop myself from thinking like that and realize that he's right to stop me from doing so.

Otherwise, it would seem like I'm more like a boy than a lady. And I need to act like a proper lady; even if I hate acting like one. Because Roderick seems to like me better as a lady and I want him to think the best of me. I do not blame him for having a certain kind of taste, he's very sophisticated and he deserves to have someone just as sophisticated. I just hope that if I act lady-like enough, he'll choose me...

I peer into the adjoining room where he's playing his piano and sigh at the sight of him swaying to the music.

He's so handsome when he's concentrating on his work. Every so often he stops for a moment to writes down a few notes.

We already have a routine. Nearly everyday he will work on a new piece or perfect an old one. Sometimes he'll call for food and sometimes he won't eat until I force him to. Then later in the day, he'll ask me at dinner if I'll listen to him play it to see if it's any good.

I sigh; everything he writes is good, but without words it feels...incomplete. I cannot ever tell him that though. I'm sure that he knows what he's doing and that he likes it without any words.

While I process that thought I continue to move the feather duster back and forth across the porcelain figures that are displayed on a shelf in this room that we never use. I'll never understand the need for these useless decorations, I mean I may respect Roderick and hope that one day he'll notice me more than his indentured servant, but that doesn't mean that I can't have my opinion on things.

I stop dusting for a while, realizing something. Why don't I tell him what I really think this time? What if I tell him to add some words? What is the worst that can happen?

I mean really, it's Roderick I'm talking about. He'll listen to my opinions without judging me. At least I am pretty sure he will. I have never really asked him before...

I smile to reassure myself; I wish I had thought of this before!

"Elizaveta! I'm hungry..." When I turn around, I see Feliciano standing right in front of me. My goodness! How did he get so close to me without me realizing it?

"You are? You poor thing! But you know we have to wait until lunch." I remind him before turning back to my dusting. Poor boy, he's always hungry.

"Oh, okay." He says in a soft, but sad tone. As his footsteps fade I hear a loud grumble.

I quickly turn around again. "Was...was that your stomach?" I ask with my eyebrow raised.

He too turns around to face me with a sheepish smile, "Yes."

Damn...I knew that I should have persuaded Roderick to give him more bread! Two small slices of bread and a bowl of soup is not enough for a growing boy! I realize that he likes to save money, but poor little Feliciano...

There is really only one option, but I know that there are risks that come with it. "Why don't I go get some food?" I suggest with a knowing smile.

Instantly he brightens, "Oh that would be wonderful, Miss Elizaveta!"

"This is our little secret though okay?" I warn him with a look. Roderick would not be happy if he found out that I'm going out to buy more food. But what am I going to do? We only have enough food to get through three meals a day for the week. And Roderick has not skipped lunch for this week. Which I find a bit odd, since he usually does...

He nods seeming oblivious, "Okay, I'll finish dusting for you." My lips turn up into a grin, bless that little boy's heart! He knows exactly what to do to make me happy! Well, he's fourteen, so I guess he is not that little anymore. But I've known him since he was very young so it's hard for me to think of him as anything but little Feliciano.

First things first, I have to check to see if Roderick is still preoccupied. To my relief I see that yes he is. He's still playing away on his piano.

He probably won't notice my absence for a while. I cannot help but sigh, if only he paid more attention to me than his piano.

Sometimes I wonder if me trying to catch his attention is useless since it's almost obvious he's married to that thing.

Knowing that I'm safe, I slip away to my room and change into some trousers and a button down shirt. It feels good to wear trousers again. I check my pockets to make sure that I still have my money in there. Yep, it is. Even though I am breaking a rule by sneaking out, I am no thief. I earned this money when I helped one of my friends with her stall.

Before I can leave I need to find my...oh there it is! I grab my hat and my coat then I'm off for the marketplace. As I go down the stairs I keep an ear out to make sure I can still hear the sounds of the piano keys.

It appears that I am safe for now. Once I reach the door I stop at the door to tie my hair up and hide it under my hat. I don't want him to find out I've been leaving the house without telling him. And in trousers! He thinks that ladies should only wear skirts and dresses.

Little does he know I used to wear trousers all the time. I wonder what he would think of him if he found out? I shake my head and try to relax. I'm outside, where I love to be.

Before I had to go work for Roderick, I was rich enough to live in a house like his.

My parents let me do whatever I pleased, whether it was climbing trees, running, horseback riding or playing with a certain boy. Even now I cannot help but blush at the memory.

Every day that boy and I would go on marvelous adventures and the last adventure when had ended with a kiss and a promise. A promise to be by each other's side forever. But I think we miscalculated just how long forever would last...

All those wonderfully carefree times ended with my parents' tragic death.

My older brother took all the money for himself and left me to fend for myself. For a while I lived at an orphanage, but then I found a job as an indentured servant for Roderick's parents.

When they gave him his own money he asked me to work for him. By that time I had fallen in love with him after seven years of admiring him from afar. I had changed myself to meet his ideals so that maybe one day he would realize he has feelings for me.

So far that has not happened. But I won't give up. I can't go back to the tree climbing girl; I have to stay the way I am. Besides being a lady can be kind of fun…sometimes...if I convince myself hard enough...