I avoided his room afterwards…

It was his wish to have me sleep with him every night, and I have, but not tonight. My master could still be drunk after the fiasco in the bathroom or sober and sobbing his eyes out for what he attempted to do. Sleeping in the same bed wouldn't feel right and so I wandered the halls with no sense of where I was going. He tried to kiss me, me, his drunken state must've been truly awful enough to think I'd be kissed by him. I could still remember the way his red eyes stared down at me, alight with…need? That memory kept me awake this whole time and I wish those eyes would leave me alone so I could think clearly about my next move.

"Little girl, what are you doing up so late?"

Turning around, I saw one of my master's men standing a few feet away from me. He looked pretty big and strong, all of Master Prussia's soldiers appeared that way. Both of my legs felt weak when he stepped forward and put his hand on my shoulder. My heart pounded from the way this soldier touched me, looked at me…I was too scared to move.

The next morning…

Battered and bruised, my head hurt too much to make out what was going on around me. Nonstop shaking made it hard to sit up although I was out of energy to do anything but breathe and stare upwards. Dried tear tracks felt weird on my face whenever I tried to squint or move my mouth. Cold air wafted on my exposed skin, especially since my dress was torn in the middle and was hastily put on me before the soldier left. Blood smelled strong in the air but I couldn't move somewhere else where the air would be clean for me to breathe. Most of my body ached to a point that I started to cry again, which made it more painful for me.

"_!" Master Prussia knelt down beside me and took me into his arms, "W-what happened? Where were you last night? W-wh…" His eyes started to water as he looked me over, I couldn't meet his gaze for I was too ashamed of myself. "Who did this?"

"He-he raped…He made me-me touch myself…I didn't-" I couldn't bring myself to say anything else about what that soldier did to me last night as my throat tightened. Sadly I watched my master look me over with wide eyes, his lower lip trembling.

My master shook his head, "This is why I told you to stay in my room at night."

"You w-were drunk."

"I know," he sobbed, "I know."

In the bathtub…

Master stood, holding me afloat while he washed me in silence. All I could do was be patient while ignoring the fact that Master Prussia was in the tub with me. I couldn't stop trembling to clean myself up or tell my master that I was sorry for not being strong enough. Embarrassment flooded my cheeks when he washed the spots where I had wounds in the most awkward places. Many bruises covered my skin from trying to get away from that soldier, and also from the act he performed, that I felt ashamed for my master to see me like this. Sometimes my wounds would sting from the soap that I would start to cry, but Master would wipe my tears away and say that it'll go away soon. It was strange to know that my master showed no signs of distaste towards me, normally men yelled at their wives to deal with the pain.

Quickly I gripped my master's arm when he was about to clean the most private part of me. Squirming from the washcloth, I suffered body aches since my wounds weren't fully healed. He gritted his teeth as I started babbling about how badly it hurt down there and I didn't want him to touch it. The soldier came into me hard, even though I refused to open up to him, and that was the reason why there was so much blood there. I couldn't possibly have my master wash it when I could do it myself if I really tried to ignore my misery. It wasn't fair that I was so helpless to Master Prussia's strength, he had a good grip on me so that I couldn't escape.

"P-please don't!"

"It's going to hurt, Dearest, I can't help that."

My fingers dug into the skin on his arm, "I'm beg…begging y-you!" I cried.

"I'm going to wash you whether you like it or not." And to prove his point, he gently stroked the washcloth right in between my legs. Master ignored my loud cries, "You must understand that I have no intent on hurting you here."

"Master," I bawled, "stop it!"

"Dearest, calm down. You're going to be okay."

"My skin is to-too raw to be…be okay! So stop!"

He shook his head, and went right along with cleansing me.

In bed…

As I lie here, contemplating the days I have spent as Master Prussia's servant, I've realized many strange things. The one big example was the fact that my master hasn't punished me for defending my pride as a servant by whacking him with a mop. In fact, he took that quite well, Master didn't even show any anger towards me, but accepted it. I back talked him often and all he did in return was act as if I was talking as kindly to him as any servant should. Nothing made sense to me, was I not defiant enough? Did he truly not give a damn about how I acted when it came to certain things? Old Master Austria would certainly have punished me gravely for my actions although I would've been a perfect servant for him. So were my actions out of my disrespect for Master Prussia? He must have thought that my attitude was to be expected, does this mean he has put himself in my shoes? Maybe I would have the strength to ask him once I was back on my feet and working my ass off like usual.

But why did he care? Why would he want me to sleep in his bedroom when he could put me in another by myself with a lock to keep out rapist soldiers. Master didn't have to help me clean myself up after my virginity was harshly taken, unless he wanted his servants to be "the most awesome they can be." Something wasn't right with my master although I wouldn't say it to his face after he showed kindness towards me. Come to think of it, maybe he has been showing care from all of the rules he set up other than where I had to sleep. Never allowed to go outside, always at his side at the dinner table when company was over, I had to tell him my location before I went off to complete a chore. So strange…I can't believe this hasn't come to me before.

Quietly my master shifted in his sleep, then muttered about his "awesomeness" for a bit. How come he wasn't egotistic in front of me? Sure there were times when it showed, not often though, was the war causing his drastic personality changes? Possibly, especially since his little brother Germany was gaining more land when my master only had a small piece. That would make my master more of an angry person, and he definitely wasn't angry all the time. This whole matter was more complicated than it should be, I would never understand my master's actions.

Then again, I wasn't a stupid servant.

A week later…

Master Prussia kept a close eye on me at all times either by watching me work or having one of his trusted guards with me. I showed my distaste for being treated like a child by giving the guard a good whack with whatever item I had that would cause him harm. Normally it was my metal tray that I liked to carry around until my master took it from me and gave me a good smack on the ass with it. That was the only time he gave me any physical harm so far as I know. He has become much sterner towards me, as if old Master Austria taught him a lesson when it came to raising a servant. Now my defiant attitude began to die down as these ever watchful days wore on with no sign of improvement.

Today Mister Germany and Mister Hitler were coming for a visit. The outcome of it was being told by Master Prussia that I was going to be fitted for a new servant's dress. Of all horrible things to happen, I had to be put into another dress, my master promised it would be very frilly. I thought he was lying. He said he liked the color purple on me and my snappy mouth returned to say that purple was for bitchy royals who sat on their lazy ass all day ordering people like snobs. My vulgar language made Master so angry that he ordered the tailor to make the dress as purple, frilly, and girly as it could be without causing my chores to be a problem to accomplish. After that, he stormed off to his bedroom and slammed the door, his soldiers were even surprised by that.

When the doorbell rang, I was there to open it and permit Mister Germany and Mister Hitler to enter. Never before have I felt so embarrassed to be seen by guests, this dress made me feel like a little doll young girls played with. Mister Germany's light blue eyes briefly glanced over me which I took as a sign that I was quite hideous. He slicked back his short blonde hair, even though it was already that way, and walked in with Mister Hitler. I knew by Mister Hitler's facial expressions he found my purple attire funny, but I didn't have the courage to snap at him about it. My job now was to lead them to the lounge where Master Prussia would welcome them with luncheon.

Later…

My master took his guests on a walk throughout his home as they talked about subjects I wasn't allowed to know about. So I was left to sweep one of the many hallways with a stalker-guard watching me with the slightest interest possible. I would occasionally pick at my purple dress in disgust since it was the only thought running through my mind. So many frills…Too much purple! This day would haunt me forever for such a dress to exist on my body was as bad as Satan. Never in my entire life would I wear this-

"_!" My master shouted.

When I turned, he was fuming with anger as he stormed towards me. Easily my master took a hold of the back of my collar and pulled me to wherever he had in mind. Clinging to my broom, Master took me into the west hallway where the windows were still covered in dirt. This obviously meant that Mister Germany and Mister Hitler saw this. Shame burned red on my cheeks when he held me up to one of the windows while shaking in rage.

"I can't believe you left this here!" He shook me with one hand, I wasn't used to such a harsh tone and now I could feel fear rushing up my spine. Master Prussia's breathing was quick, "You're going to clean this up, and by the time I come back, it better be spotless."

I nodded.

His tone became even worse, "What was that?"

"Yes, s-sir."

After that, I cried.

Outside…

The guard stood near me the whole time as I washed the windows as quick and as perfect as I could. Tear tracks marked my cheeks from the sudden hatred my master has been giving me lately. Working here was even worse than at old Master Austria's but I couldn't change my status as a servant to stop. I could feel my arm dying for a rest as I continued swirling the rag round and round with no intention of stopping. If this was how my life was going to be until I die, I hope I die soon only to avoid being hurt more than I was already. Praying to God, I hoped the tables would turn and my days as Master Prussia's servant would only become better.

Except that prayer wasn't going to be answered now.

Sooner than expected, my master returned to see that I had three more windows to wash before completion. It wasn't enough for him and so he stood there waiting until I was done until he grabbed my arm in a forceful manner. Cold chills took over as I walked beside him, my trembling worsened as ideas of what he was going to do next popped into my head.

He led me to a wooden pole a good distance away from his house. Ordering me to strip off the top half of the dress was horrifying since I was a woman but that didn't matter. After chaining my wrists to the pole, I rested my head against the wood and patiently stood my ground. Tears pricked my eyes as the sound of my master stripping off his belt reached my ears as the minutes passed by.

Then I received the true feeling of pain. Master Prussia whacked his belt against the bare skin of my back, it sent a whole wave of shock throughout my body. I have never experienced this before and so I burst out crying as the belt-mark stung like Hell. My wrists reacted by pulling down on the cuffs, my fingers gripped the chains connecting me to this damned pole. All too quickly, another belt lash was given and I pushed my forehead against the wood sobbing uncontrollably. It was all too much for me to handle on a day I was hoping to be better…

After all, it was my birthday.

Yet the Lord thought my birthday was a good day for punishment for all the sins I have committed. Regret filled my heart like a heavy weight as I thought about how badly I have treated Master Prussia, I was an awful servant. Each lash was well deserved for every time I snapped back at him, caused him injury, and made his life a little bit more difficult. Nothing could change what I have done, all I had to do was be a better person by learning not to treat my master with disdain. Maybe I would have a chance to tell my master that I was sorry for what I have done…

Maybe I wouldn't.