Chapter Two! Welcome back to Daughter of a Country! Taylor has been staying in Prussia's castle for a while. But now Prussia thinks that it is time to go along with his plan. How will the plan be carried out? What will happen? Find out by reading and reviewing! Side Note: I've been playing soccer so I probably won't get to update on any of my stories as often as I would like to, so just be patient. I have also been addicted to the movie Blade, especially Stephen Dorff (a.k.a Deacon Frost) :3
Note: I do not own Hetalia or its characters. But I wish I owned Prussia! (I can't remember the author's name)
Daughter of a Country
Chapter 2
(My POV)
"What? I'm being served my meals in my room?"
I was sitting in a red velvet chair in the guest room, a shocked expression directed at two guards that were standing in front of me, who shifted their eyes to one another in uncertainty.
I had been staying in the Republic of Prussia for about three months and had grown accustomed to going to the dining room with Prussia and his wife Belarus, the woman that I had seen in the hallway outside the throne room the day that I was captured. I had not had the chance to talk to her since she was usually moody whenever I came to dinner, or breakfast, glaring at me whenever she set eyes on me. It made me troubled whenever I saw her like that. But unlike his wife, Prussia was more lenient, welcoming me to the table whenever I came down from my room. However, as I looked at him more closely, I found that there was a strange glint of excitement in his eye, which made shivers go up my spine.
At the dining room table, I always noticed that there were two chairs across from Belarus, among many others, that were never occupied, but their places were always set, like there was someone coming, or in that case, two people. Living in the castle and knowing basically every room in the house, except the upstairs portion, I never saw anyone else except for Belarus, Prussia, and the guards and servants, which were basically dressed all the same. So then who were the two people that I had never seen?
"The reason that you are not allowed in the dining room is because Lord Prussia and Lady Belarus are not here right now." One guard explained. "They are visiting Switzerland up in their winter palace. Tomorrow is when they return."
"Oh." I replied. They never went anywhere the whole time I was with them and they decide to do it now? Must be a very important trip. I just now noticed the guards still standing there, not moving. "What is it?" I asked.
"Uhm…Do you mind if we stood outside your door?" The other one asked "For protection of course?"
His question took me off guard as I looked at him with a confused expression. After ten minutes of thinking and pondering, I finally knew what he meant and answered him, but with a cautious tone. "Protection? What do I need protection from? You only said that I had to stay in my room for eating."
"Uh…uhm…" This time my question was the one that confused him, as he stammered and both of them looked for a reply. "Well… you see…"
He didn't fully answer my question but instead was looking around, sweating bullets and wringing his hands together. They both backed up towards the door, waving while smiling, then went out quickly, locking the door behind them. I ran to the door, still wanting to know why I couldn't be let out of my room, and blindly thinking that banging on the door would work, which it didn't as it only made my hands hurt. After about a minute, I slowly went back over to my chair and sat down, wearily running my fingers through my hair, if they weren't already broken.
Looking up at the walls, I gazed at the portraits of Prussia alone, and some with him and Belarus. Always, in every one of the pictures, there was a yellow chick perched on either Prussia's hat or on his finger if he was sitting. I had heard him mention the name 'Gilbird' a few times, and now looking at it, I wondered if that's what he was talking about.
I spent another thirty minutes staring at the ceiling until I started to get drowsy, going over to my bed, after I had changed into my pajamas, and finally letting my eyes close as I fell asleep. As I was about to let my mind wander into dreamland, I thought, "They never brought my food."
(Normal POV)
The castle was dark, as it was about midnight, as two women stood up in the ceiling, watching Taylor sleep. One of them turned to the other, putting a finger to her lips while grabbing a rope that hung from the beam she was crouched upon, and slid down, careful not to get rope burn. Her long wavy brown hair shone in the moonlight, making the other person's black hair dull in comparison. They both began to slide along the wall with ninja-like precision, unnoticed by anyone that casually walked into the room, wearing black clothing. Slinking along the floor, their foot treads not making a sound, the brown-haired girl walked over to the bed where Taylor was, watching her for just a moment. The smile on her face vanished as the other girl came over to her, holding a loop of rope.
"I have the rope." The black-haired girl said. "Are you ready to carry out the plan, Hungary?"
Hungary took one last look at Taylor, a smile once more crossing her features. "Yes Mexico, let us commence. Mistress will not be happy if we are late with the girl."
Without another word, the two women got to work, with precision and efficiency, tying Taylor's wrists and ankles together, then quietly lifting her up out of bed and putting her in a large bag. It was then picked up by two guards, who then carried her out of the room as silently as they had come.
Meanwhile Belarus was pacing around, waiting on the maids who were supposed to be bringing the girl.
"Where are they? I told them to be quick about it, lest my and Prussia's plan should succeed. Urgh! I told them what I would do to them if they are late! Or, (smile) should I say, what Prussia would do to them."
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts as she straightened up, putting on a serious façade so as to mask her worry, and gave a gesture to the doorman, who was near the doors, to let whoever was standing outside in. She was hoping it was the maids.
But her hopeful expression soon turned to disappointment as she saw that it wasn't the maids, but Latvia, who was also the footman for her husband. The small country gazed up at his mistress in fear as he came over to her, his knees knocking together and sweating in pure fright. Belarus smirked at this pitiful display of a country, but then put on a scowl as he came near, which made Latvia almost pee himself.
"What is it?" she asked, her blue eyes piercing a hole into Latvia's soul, which didn't help the situation any as he only got even more afraid.
"W-w-well Lady B-Belarus, Lord Prussia commanded me to c-come up here to see if the girl was b-brought in as you both had a-asked." he stammered. He always hated going and telling the two rulers anything because he was afraid that they might decide that he wasn't useful. Latvia shuddered at the thought of what Prussia did to people who he deemed "useless".
"Tell me Latvia," Belarus asked incredulously as she put a hand on the tiny boy's shoulder, which made him turn white. "When you look around you, do you see a girl?"
This made the smaller country shake his head. Belarus put on a shocked face in sarcasm. "No?" she asked, putting a hand to her mouth as her eyes widened in mock surprise. "Well then, she must be invisible because I am certain that there is no girl in here. Why would I be pacing around like an idiot if there was one?"
She spat 'idiot' like venom and let go of Latvia's shoulder, which she had squeezed to get her point across, leaving marks on the poor boy's skin with him rubbing it painfully. She pointed a sweeping finger to the door, glaring at Latvia with eyes that were like ice picks. "Tell my husband that she is not in here right now and that I will send a maid to him when the process is complete. But until then no one is to disturb me. Understand?"
Latvia nodded while sweat beaded off his forehead. He could not understand how Prussia could have her as a wife, or anyone for that matter. Although it was better serving them than Russia, whom he, Lithuania and Estonia were serving before Prussia took over. All three of them had thought that the German nation was their liberator, but the only thing good about it was that it was warmer and Prussia was not psychotic, unlike Russia.
After watching him go back into the hallway, Belarus then sighed, going over to sit down on an ottoman next to a dome-shaped window that looked out upon the gardens, although you couldn't see them since it was pitch black and the only light was from the moon and the stars. As she was gazing, she absentmindedly fingered her pearl bracelet that had a gold-encrusted 'P' and 'B' intertwined. The jewelry was a gift from Prussia on their first wedding anniversary, but Belarus never took it off. Ever. Even if she had to be buried with it. The bracelet was a token of Prussia's love for her.
Her smile dissipated as she heard someone open the door, seeing that it was Hungary and Mexico with two guards holding the girl that she grudgingly agreed to let stay in the palace so that it would help in Prussia's plan. As the two maids brought Taylor closer, Belarus got a closer look at her.
Taylor was not too terribly attractive, at least not for Belarus's tastes. She was wearing a red and black tank top with a skeleton cat in the middle of it, with ultra short shorts, red and black also that said "Skelanimals" on them. Belarus guessed that they were her bed clothes, although she wondered why anyone would go to bed in that. Forgetting about that, she began to think about other things about this girl, like how Prussia had mentioned that her name was "Taylor". The Lady of the World grimaced at the mention of that name because that was no royal name. "Jade" or "Catherine" were more suitable names, and names she happened to like. But Prussia had not told her to change it, so she guessed it suited him.
Noticing the maids still standing there, Belarus said "I shall be in the chamber near the dungeons. Bring her there when you two are done." She then gave them a glance that said, what are you two waiting for? Go prepare her!
Hungary gulped at her mistress's expression, nudging Mexico to come with her into the changing room, which the other country seemed to get as they both went into a small room with the guards following with Taylor, who was remarkably still sleeping.
Belarus watched them, and as she gazed at Taylor, a smirk came to her face, which turned into a chuckle. Taylor won't be sleeping so soundly after the maids are through with her.
(My POV)
I had fallen asleep in my room only to awaken to the smell of something sweet and to feel a hand rubbing some sort of cream on my butt. My eyes widened in shock as I looked around to see a pink room with everything being well…pink! The furniture was that way too, as were the walls, curtains, even the floor. I noticed that my bare skin was lying on something cold…very cold. I jumped in surprise only to be held down by a very strong hand until my stomach touched the metal that was under me.
Before I could recognize where I was, I was flipped over, still naked, and found myself face-to-face with two girls who were maids. One of them was holding a bottle full of what I read as diaper rash ointment, and the other one was holding an item that made my face turn red and start to sweat in nervousness.
A diaper.
Before that awful torture device was put on me, I tried to struggle my way out only to have my wrists tied to the sides of the changing table and my feet tied above me. At that motion, the brown-haired maid, who was also holding the diaper, took out a tube and proceeded to powder me, making me sneeze and then smile when I did that. After the powder was applied and my pubic hair was shaved, I was put into the diaper by it being slid underneath me, finally shielding me from the cold, metal table, and the two corners on each side being brought together by the black-haired woman, and clothes-pinned together in one fluid motion.
After I had been diapered, I was untied, picked up by the brown-haired maid, taken over to a rocking chair, where I was forcibly held against her chest, and fed by a baby bottle. What I didn't know was that the formula that I was being fed was actually changing potion. As soon as I finished the bottle, I felt the maid hold me with my head over her shoulder and start to pat my back forcefully. I was being burped! All at once a small noise emitted from my mouth, which made the woman, or a girl about my age to say the least, smile and rub her nose against mine.
"When will she start changing, Hungary?" the black-haired maid asked as she came over to us, smiling also and poking my stomach, which oddly enough felt soothing.
"Once we get her to Lady Belarus in the birthing room, then the potion will start to take effect." Hungary replied as she looked down at me. "If it doesn't, then, well, there will be consequences, as Lord Prussia does not accept failure."
They both gulped at the thought. I was then picked up by the black-haired maid and taken over to a giant blue and white cradle in the corner and laid inside. A lace canopy was hanging from the ceiling, covering the entirety of the bed and draping the floor. In the cradle was also a mobile that played soothing sounds. I tried to shake my head to be rid of the music that was coming from above me, but before I could, I felt a pink pacifier being shoved in my mouth, and as I tried to spit it out, a string was tied through the loop and secured around my head so that I had no choice but to suckle on it.
Standing up was harder than I realized, as once I got up, I strangely fell back again. I knew I had balance, but I was confused at what was happening. Suddenly smiling to myself, I thought 'That's it! It's a dream, or in this case, a nightmare! Come on! Wake up!'
But the more I slapped myself to wake me up, the more I felt the diaper underneath me, hugging at my thighs and butt. Noticing the two maids watching me, I stopped and felt tears in my eyes as I knew that I would never get out of this. Seeing me about to cry, Hungary picked me up and cradled me in her arms, as I was light enough to do so.
"Oh poor thing! There, there, don't cry. Shhh. I know darling." She cooed, which soothed me so that I was only whimpering. "Let's take you to your mother, as she's expecting you since the process is complete."
As I was taken out of the room, I was put into some kind of giant carrier with the hood drawn so that I couldn't see anything. I felt myself being jostled around a little bit as I was carried through several doors. We got to what sounded like to be the last door since I could hear some bustling and voices inside, then entered into the noise and confusion.
I know that this chapter was really short, about as long as my other chapter, but I wanted to put the process into two parts, and the second part is in the third chapter. I also wanted to focus on Belarus more in this chapter since she is going to be important as well in the next one. Hoped you guys like the story so far and for my loyal One Piece Cinderella viewers, I will have the next chapter up! I promise you! I'm so sorry it took this long but I have to digress that putting stuff on paper and then typing it out is so much easier for me than
typing it straight from my head. But never the less, it is finished! Side Note: I will be gone for a week tomorrow for a Student Life Camp down in Orange Beach, Alabama so I won't be updating for a whole week. Thank you so much for liking this story and reviewing and I promise that the next chapter will be up as soon as possible! I NEED YOUR REVEIWS! Goodnight! ~Tatertwig45