Thanks go to Kao-chan, The Grand Duchy of Luxembourg an shadowraven45662 for reviewing.
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HETALIA
It's my birthday in a month, and the King and Queen are getting me a servant from a village on the other side of the border. I don't see why, I've been fine on my own till now. When I asked my parents about it, they said I seemed lonely. How oddly perceptive and considerate of them, I didn't expect that. Now I can only hope this servant and I get along, otherwise the nice gesture was pointless.
When I lived with Mama and Papa, none of us knew when my birthday was, so we just celebrated it on the same day as Mama's. My real birthday's October 26th apparently, well that's what it says on my birth certificate.
Vash is older than me. His birthday was on August the 1st. He's a proper adult now. And to think, I used to be older than him. Well, I thought I was, we both though I was. Mama's birthday was in July.
I find it surprising that, even though it's a month away, the servants are busily preparing for my birthday, it's rather annoying. They keep asking me pointless things like: "Prince Roderich, what colour do you want the tablecloths to be?" and "What kind of flowers do you want?" I don't want any flowers, they're two feminine, and I'm a boy for God's sake! Almost a man! But apparently it's an Austrian tradition to have flowers on the important birthdays. So, begrudgingly, I picked edelweiss.
In Switzerland, in the village I grew up we didn't have any traditions like that. And there were never any kinds of flowers at a boy's birthday. It simply wasn't done. The girls got flowers though, and most put them in their hair. Vash's little sister Lilli always looked adorable. She put flowers in Vash's hair too. He had longish hair back then, about shoulder-length, so if you didn't see that he was wearing trousers, you would have thought he was a girl. A very pretty girl.
Mama and Papa always gave my brown hair a coarse haircut every three or so months. The King and Queen got me a professional hairdresser, Feliks. He talks like a woman, and is forever annoyed at this one stubborn curl in my hair. He's also in love with Toris, a servant of ours.
Love, marriage. But you don't have to marry for love. I'm supposed to marry a girl next year, preferably of noble blood. I'll be forced to marry. I am the Prince, so I have to continue the royal line. I didn't ask to, and my heart will never belong to any girl. It will forever belong in Switzerland, with him.
With Vash…
I promise Switzerland will be appearing soon in a chapter. No, he is not the servant. The first person to guess who the servant is correctly, I will do a story request for!
INCORRECT GUESSES SO FAR:
Switzerland (Some people did actually guess this)
Hungary
Prussia