I don't own Hetalia, or France ("Monsieur"). I only own Ivy. Ivy is my own character.
Ivy was walking through the city streets at night. The night was a full moon but it was cloudy. She was walking home but it would take about 15-20 minutes before she could get home. There was almost no one on the streets at this hour. Her car had some problem and was in the car repair shop being fixed. The mechanic had said her car looked as if it were purposely sabotaged and that it was most likely just some prank an immature teenager did. This annoyed her, but she didn't know who had sabotaged her car so she couldn't do anything at all about it except wait for it to be finished with repairs. She sighed as she walked on past all the closed shops. The streetlights seemed as if they were dimmer that night for some reason.
There was a meow. Ivy looked that way. It was in a very dark alley that the meow came from but she was always an animal lover and couldn't help but to go into the alley. (And cats were at the top part of the list, too.) She turned that way into the alley. She walked on but never saw any sign of a cat. She eventually stopped right in front of a brick wall. It was a dead end. She looked up at the wall and just looked at it. She could now hear footsteps behind her, and she felt a sudden sense of something right behind her.
She turned around. However, she only caught a glimpse of the person for a second before they grabbed her, blindfolded her, put a rag over her mouth and took her somewhere.
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Ivy must have fallen asleep because she awoke to find herself in an unfamiliar moving vehicle. She looked around and sat up. She suddenly realized she was wearing a maid's outfit.
"WTF? That person changed my clothes while I wasn't awake!" She yelled out. "WTF?" She was suddenly aware of a person right behind her again. She turned around and looked suspiciously at the person.
"So, you're finally awake, then? Hm?" A man with shoulder-length blond hair and blue eyes asked.
"Yeah...where am I?"
"You're in my car. We're on our way to my house. You now work for me and must do everything I tell you to do. You don't get paid."
"I see, then. And who are you?"
"Ma cherie, you can call me 'Monsieur'." He smiled.
"Why 'Monsieur'? Isn't it French? Can't I just call you 'Mister'?"
"Oui. It is French. That's because I am French. So I speak French."
"But I don't know French. It won't do me very much good with you speaking it."
"You knew enough to know I was speaking French." He laughed.
Ivy glared at him. She tried to reach for the car door. However, her hands and feet were still tied.
The man laughed again. "You'll be untied soon. We're almost at my house." He leaned toward her a little and started twirling a piece of her hair. He continued to laugh.
"Stop it." Ivy demanded. She couldn't do anything since she was tied.
The man just kept laughing and messing with her hair. He sat behind her and slowly put his arms around her. He slowly put his face next to hers and shut his eyes.
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The vehicle eventually stopped. The man leaned toward the window to look out. "We're here. At my home." He smiled at Ivy, and opened the car door. He untied her feet and motioned toward the open door. Ivy stepped out slowly and looked around. The man stepped out after her and shut the door. He held onto her shoulder and kept her in front of him as they walked to the door of the opened the door. Ivy just stood there.
"Go in." He said.
Ivy still just stood there.