Lady Hyena-Chan: Hey all~ Sorry for taking so long. I played on updating a lot soon but problems arose. Anyways it seems I'm back and writing again! Yay! Be sure to take the poll on my home page about updates! I sure hope your enjoying this fic^^ bringing love to the minor characters is so much fun!
Usheshisha~ Enjoy and I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Or the characters just Amelia and her mommy~

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I guess I can't say he was MY prince rather I was HIS maid. His servant. His property, and even at a young age we both knew it. He took it upon himself to state it whenever he could. It didn't bother me the least bit, if anything it was flattering. He was stating I was his even if it was as his property and it didn't bother me one bit.

Back then when we had settled into our new life and routine, things went about as normal for the most part. We did live in secret but other then that I still served him, and he was still a prince…A spoiled, cocky, prince.

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Amelia ran down the empty hall. The photos were a blur as she ran past them, but it didn't matter she had stared at them many times before. The hall seemed endless even if the door she was running to became closer and closer. She couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face as she came to the door. With a quick knock, she opened it seeing the one she was so excited to see.

Rasiel.

He was still in bed, it being very early, but that didn't discourage Amelia at all. She knew the prince would sleep threw an earthquake so she had free range of the room. She was still young, 8 or so, Rasiel then would be 9. Neither had changed in appearance other then their height. Rasiel still stood slightly taller then Amelia but she wouldn't have it any other way.

She crept closer to his bed, even if he wouldn't wake; it was for the fun of it. Very rarely did she get to look at Rasiel for long, without him yelling at her or making her feel stupid, and she took this time to. She liked how peaceful he looked even when sleeping. She couldn't help but want to reach out and touch him but doing so was strictly prohibited. Olgert didn't like that Amelia and Rasiel were so close but there was nothing he could do.

For what seemed like a few minutes turned into a few hours. She knew she'd have to start her duties soon, so with one last glance at him she began. It was easy going for the first thing; cleaning his room, since she had to do it all the time so it stays clean. She then went off to get him his breakfast her mother had made ready.

She couldn't help but hum happily to herself as she walked off back to his room carrying the tray of food, which consisted of pancakes, bacon, milk and orange juice. She knocked lightly- as if not to wake him- but she knew by now he'd be awake.

"Sheshe, good morning passant" he greeted her. She knew he didn't mean anything by the names he called her, his way of showing affection she guessed. Amelia smiled brightly as she quickly brought him his breakfast. Rasiel sat up just enough to eat; Amelia couldn't take her eyes off him. Everything he did was so adorable in her eyes. "Stop staring at the prince."

"S-sorry Prince Siel," Amelia stammered nodding. He just gave her one of his infamous smirks before going about eating again. _
That's how it was between the two of us, every day. I'd star and he'd say something like that, even on the off days when he was ill. Even on those days, he had the energy to mock me, call me names, what ever he chooses. _
Amelia hummed happily, as she skipped down to his room once again. Passing the pictures once as she had done day after day. Even in this early morning, she was happy and perky. Nothing could get her down, or at least that's what she thought.

She gave a soft knock, as she did every other day, before entering. However, what lay inside she was prepared for. There lying on the bed, was an ill Rasiel. He was wake, which was abnormal, his skin was pale, and she could see he was breathing heavy.

In a blink, she was at his bedside feeling his head. She had to pull her hand away it was so warm. Rasiel didn't say a word when she touched him, nor did he smirk. He was far too ill too.

Amelia panicked. She didn't know what to do. This wasn't something she knew how to handle. With various ideas running threw her head her mind stopped on the only real one she could use. Her mother!

"Don't worry Prince Rasiel, I'll get my mommy! She'll know what to do!" She cried before running to the door. She took one last glance at the young prince worrying if she left, he'd wither away before running out.

She ran as quickly as her tiny feet could go heading straight to the kitchen where she knew her mother was preparing breakfast. Instantly she clung to her mother's leg, unknowingly crying. Her mother knelt down to her level, carrying her soft smile, like always.

"What's wrong dear?" she asked calmly. Amelia couldn't put words together, though try as she might. "You'll have to calm down, honey, I can't understand you." She giggled. Amelia did the only thing she could do, she grabbed her mothers wrist before pulling her along (which wasn't an easy task) to Rasiel's room.

"Oh dear," her mother mumbled rushing to the princes side. "Amelia I want you to get a cool, wet cloth," Amelia nodded her head vigorously before taking off to retrieve said item. Upon her return, she found her mother was gone. She could only assume to get medicine.

"R-Rasiel?" questioned she, as she approached his bedside. The prince didn't move, nor make any attempt to discourage her as she took his side. Was he awake even, she wondered. She couldn't see his eyes but that had never been a problem before…. "A-are y-"

"Stop staring at the prince, peasant," Rasiel grunted meekly. Even in his sickened state he still held enough strength command her. She smiled weakly at him nodding a yes.

"Whatever you say Prince Siel."

"Sheshesh-," he didn't finish his laugh as he began coughing. Amelia didn't know what to do once again. If she helped him sit up more, she'd have to touch him and she knew how much he hated that….

"Please don't hate me," she grumbled doing the very thing he didn't want her too. Rasiel didn't say a word as she pushed him forwards in an effort to help him sit up.

"Amelia!" she jumped hearing a stern voice, "You shouldn't be near him! You may catch it!" Amelia nodded slowly but remained at his side. Her mother may have been right but she was his servant, it was her job to help him no matter what.

"I can't mommy it's my job." her mother just smiled her smile. It didn't matter if she approved or not, Amelia wasn't going anywhere's.

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I'm going to stop it there for just a moment to explain one thing. What Rasiel had that day, we still don't know. His symptoms didn't make sense. But none-the-less he became well again…well you find out that part in the end. But this wouldn't be the last time he'd fall ill like this. And the next time I wouldn't have my mother there to help out. Sorry for the interruption.
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"Amelia, please hand me that bottle over there," her mother said pointing to a bottle on a tray her mother had brought back with her. "Thank you~" her mother sang. Amelia didn't quite understand how she could be so cheerful when their prince was deathly ill but she was.

She watched from a chair, at the end of his bed, as her mother went about her motherly way fixing him up. She watched closely memorizing it, so that next time, it could be she who was fixing her prince and not her mother.

"Now, Amelia, in 4 hours I'll leave it to you to give him his medicine again."

"Yes! I'll remember mommy!" She shouted, springing from her seat. Her mother shot her a disapproval look which shut her up. She knew loud outburst were a big no-no.

Her mother, then, got up leaving the two alone. Amelia sat back down- in her chair- waiting for the four hours to be up.

…………4 hours later..........................

"Peasant!" Rasiel shouted weakly. He didn't have much energy to be wasting on such meaningless things, wasn't it her job to be right there with him? Amelia shut up from her place. "Sheshe, sleeping on the job, peasant? Your prince requires his medicine now."

"Yes Prince Siel! Right away!" Amelia rushed over to his night stand grabbing the bottle that held the medicine he spoke of. She poured a spoonful onto the spoon, giving it to him. He spat some out glaring bitterly at her but smirked. He was making it difficult for her on purpose.

"That tastes terrible! It's not fit for a prince, trash! Bring me a drink!" he commanded her. Amelia didn't think twice about it before she rushed out of the room, fetching the drink just as he command.

Anything her prince asked of her she did, regardless of his attitude. _
Needless to say, Rasiel got better by the next day. I don't know why he had fallen so sick or what had caused it but he got better and we were happy again. He may have been a handful when he was younger but I still loved him like no other. The young prince……
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I suppose I was blind at that age, and even now, to see that I could be nothing more to him….but some how…I didn't care. If he told me to kill someone I would have, if he told me he hated me, I'd smile and nod. If he had killed me I would have died in peace. All that I cared about was him. I guess I should move on to the next bit of the story? Should it be another tale of when we were little, or when we were teenagers? Either way that tale will be next time…