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 “Do you need any help Master Romano?” a young (h/c) woman said to the man in front of her in his art studio. He was staring at a new canvas and had called for her. He motioned her over. “I need am-a in need-a of a new model-a.” he said softly. “Do you want me to get the list of prospects?” she asked with a kind smile. “No, I want you to get into the outfit over there and model for me.” He said with a sincere smile. “S-Si sir.” She said and nervously walked over to the costume he had set out. It was simple, kind of sensual, but she liked it. But, she was scared, would it f

 (Name) served her Masters dinner and ate her own small dinner and tried to ignore her gurgling stomach. She could do this for them. She bit her lip as they ate the food she made, how happy they seemed. She looked at her hands and sighed softly and sat on her stool in the kitchen. She was tired, unusually tired. She attributed it to her hectic day with the models…but deep down she knew it was because she hadn’t eaten. She was called out to the table to gather their plates. “It was-a great as usual.” Italy said smiling sweetly. “Grazie sir.” She said with a kind smile, “I have some gelato and fruit

 (Name) was setting up their office and getting the names together as she hummed to calm herself down. She looked at the names they had circled for her to set aside as the ones they would use. Most of them were the ones who had called her names and been rude to her. She sighed deeply and set their details aside before organizing their desks. She saw a sheet of paper with her name on it…it was a note left by Romano to Italy and Italy’s response. She wanted to know what it said but she shouldn’t…it was their private note. But it might tell her how to make herself better for them. She picked it up and took a deep breath.

 “(N-Name)…bella?” he exclaimed she was passed out on the floor. He hurried over to her and gathered her into his arms. He was finally seeing her as she was, her eyes sunken in, skin paper thin, hair so brittle it fell out when he stroked it. She was malnourished. But how, she must have been eating since she cooked every night. He began to think, had he seen her eat though? He pet her hair and kissed her temple. “(Name), p-please wake up.” He said and lifted her up to place into her bed. Why would she do this to herself? He bit his lip remembering what Spain had been talking to he and Roma about. He bit his

 (Name) sat at her vanity and looked at herself. Her Masters rarely complimented her appearance anymore. They used to do it all the time, and it may be vain, but it gave her a boost of confidence to hear it. She served them and if they didn’t like her they wouldn’t want her to serve them. She hated being this self-conscious, but she was. She was around their little painting models and heard how they talked about her and how they looked at her. She looked down at her hands as she got ready for bed. She sighed softly, she had to fix this…but she didn’t even know what was broken. Well, she did, she was too heavy, her Mast

 The days went by and (Name) was on her toes at all times and limiting her intake. She had dropped a bit of weight which did not go unnoticed by her two masters, they had complimented her. So she felt she was doing the right thing in this, even though she was starving when she went to bed most nights, she considered the pain a sign that she was doing right. She looked in the mirror and was happy by her loss, but she still needed to lose more to be better for her two beloved Italian Masters. She got up each day and ate fruit and skipped lunch, at most she had some crackers, then at dinner it was only a half serving of the vegetables she made f

 Romano stepped into her room, he smelt bile, something was wrong. He walked into the bathroom and saw her unconscious by the toilet. (Name), his (Name), had fainted after forcing herself to throw up, that was the only reason for what he saw. He felt his heart sink. What was going on? Why would she do this to herself? He gathered her up into his arms and carried her into her room laying her on her bed. He started to notice things, she looked sick, pale, cracked lips, thick bags under her eyes, she must have hidden this with make-up well. He went in and cleaned her bathroom before getting a wed rag to wash her face with. So this is what that i