"WAAAAHH, NO! BAD PLU-PLU!" You squeal loudly as you are most literally drug through the busy streets of London behind the overly happy dog man known as Pluto. The albino dog like man howled excitedly as he kept charging down the streets hunched down like an actual dog. "Why in the world did Sebastian make me take you today!? You're all wound up!" You cry while trying your best to pull back roughly on the leash that was attached to Pluto's black dog collar. Pluto's head yanks back as you tug on the leash to make him stop running for absolutely no reason. "No, Plu-Plu! Bad boy!" You scold him as he finally stops to look back at you. His bright crimson red eyes squinted as he began whimpering from your harsh tone of voice.
"Just stay still, Pluto! And you need to stand up like a normal person and walk next to me! Not in front of me!" Pluto finally listening to you, he obediently stands up
It was only a short time ago that I started to work for
my master Ciel Phantomhive, and being the commoner that
I was it was very confusing. I have gotten lost so many
time trying to fulfill my duties, but it wasn't my fault
it's just this mansion was too big. Sometimes I wish
they would draw a map for me, it would make life so much
Walking down the long hallway with the gorgeous red carpet
I made my way to my master's study. Holding a tray with his
lunch on it I knocked on the door waiting for a response.
Turning the door handle I entered with a warm smile on my
face, not that it would have any effect on him anyway.
"Master I brought your lunch, it consist of earl gray tea
with English almond butter muffins." Placing the tray in
front of him I stood by his side waiting for him to taste it.
I was so anxious to see his reaction, as he took one of the
muffins he bit into it putting it back down immediately. I
thought he didn't like it so I looked down sadl
You rolled out of bed and shuffled your way down the stairs into the kitchen where talking could be heard. You timidly peeked inside to see the Nordic's.
"Well, she seemed better." Norway said while sipping tea.
"True, maybe physically, but I'm worried about mentally." Finland sighed.
Sweden came towards him and wrapped an arm around his waist. Denmark glanced over to where you were standing and bolted out of his seat. "________!" Everyone looked over to your shaking form.
"G-good morning..." you say softly. The looks of worry begin to soften.
"Good morning sweetie." Finland said leading you over to a seat. Iceland stood and offered you his chair. You smiled and happily took it. Saying a shy thank you. Iceland stayed standing.
The room was engulfed in silence until you spoke up. "I'm sorry."
They all stare. "For what? You've been in bed." says Denmark edging clos
Hetalia x Maid! Depressed! Abused! Reader
The Grass is Always Greener
Another blow to the stomach and you were down.
"Maybe that will teach you to do as your told." your uncle hissed as he slammed the door to your dark room.
You slowly and painfully picked yourself up from the cool wooden floor and choked out a sob.
Sadly, this was your daily routine.
Ever since your parents died in a fire when you were 4, you have been living with your drunken uncle. Whenever he drank, he would hit you. Whenever he was sober, he screamed at you.
You couldn't win.
A few years ago, you were forced to drop out of school because your Uncle refused to pay. You tried getting many jobs but they never really paid much. So, when you were scanning through your newspaper yesterday, you found an add.
"UNITED NATIONS MAID WANTED" this interested you. And the pay was more than all your prev
EDIT: Hey everyone. Warning that this is really out of date.
This is getting a whole lot of attention though. So I am
considering doing full expeditions on each class. It would take
a long time, as I would do a drawing with each. And there are 144
not including master classes (which I am also considering covering)
But I would do all of them, with explanations of their quest, roles
If this is something you would find interesting.
Let me know in the comments! Thanks for reading!
There seem to be lots of interesting abilities and roles that the titles give, and I thought I would try my hand at disambogulating all of them.
And yes, that is a word now.....Shoosh you!
----WARNING! REALLY FUCKING LONG!!!------
STRUCTURE AND RULES OF THE TITLES
The full titles are a combo of what I will call Role and Attribute. And follow the pattern "The Role of Att
-----4 Month Time Skip-------
Everything was going well with you staying at the Nordic's home. America, and Prussia came over to see Denmark a lot. Apparently they were called the Awesome Trio.
It was a cold winter evening when the trio got together. The other Nordic's went shopping for some time and since you weren't feeling the greatest, you stayed behind.
It wasn't until the trio began drinking, did a problem arise.
You heard a loud bang from your bedroom. You rushed downstairs in a baggy sweat shirt and a pair of pj shorts.
Denmark had America pinned against the wall. They growled at each other menacingly. Prussia stood there, glaring at the two, swaying slightly.
"What the hell are you guys doing?!" you yelled. They all turned to you. Dark glints coming into their eyes.
"What the hell does it look like?" asked Prussia angrily.
The men all towered over you. You could feel yourself subconsciously shrink back in fear. They have never been like this towards you.
Denmark grabbed you
Sealand helped you to your feet and you whipped some blood from your mouth. You painfully bent over and picked up the shaking Sealander. He clutched onto you and cried in fear. You soothingly rubbed his back and muttered calming words, soon he was fast asleep.
"Now get outta here!" shouted a thick Irish accent. You looked up from Sealand's sleeping face to see Britain coming quickly towards you.
"Love! Are you okay?!"
"Course the lass ain't!" a Scottish voice growled at the Brit. "The names Scotland. The twins are North and South Ireland, and over there be Wales." he said naming everyone for your sake.
"_______." you say quietly, holding Sealand tighter. North Ireland put an arm around your shoulder as you began walking down the street back to the Nordic's.
"So yer the famous _____ we 'ave head so much about." he stated staring at you. You blushed. "Sealand's been talkn' a
"They are looking for her." Al stated while taking a large bite from his veggie burger.
Oliver, Matt and Al sat around Oliver's kitchen table. They had recently learned that the 1p's have been looking for you to take you away from them. They won't be letting that happen anytime soon. But sadly, they had their own world meeting today as they were the 2p's of the country's. They didn't want you to get hurt there. The other 2p's would not doubt take advantage of you. They could leave you at the house, but the 1p's could find you.
"She used to be a maid at the 1p meetings." Matt said casually.
"How the hell do you know?" Al snarled.
"Al! Not swearing!" Oliver said to Al while flicking his nose.
"She told me yesterday while we were poacher hunting. We can disguise her as one of those." Oliver and Al nodded in agreement.
"She'll look adorable! But I will not have m
"I knew you would be back!" your uncle shouts slamming you into the wall. You cried out in pain and slid down the bloody structure. He grabbed a fist full of your hair and smashed your head repeatedly into the wall. Dark spots littered your vision as you faded in and out of consciousness. He let go your hair and drove his large, heavy boot into your rib cage. Blood spewed from your mouth.
You tried to get away and scream for help, even though you knew it was futile. He smashed his fist into your bloody face continuously. He grabbed your head and slammed it into the wall again, causing you to see red. You dropped to the floor, wheezing in pain.
"Stand up." he said sternly. You merely continued to tremble. "THAT WAS A FUCKING ORDER!" he snarled. He didn't wait for you as he pulled you up by
Your (e/c) eyes fluttered open. Your body felt as if it were made of led. You could tell you were resting on a expensive mattress. Just by the way your body melted into it. The room wall were a deep red with black, brown hard wood floors. The bedding was a rich red. In the comforter squares were small gold swirls. Your head was surrounded by red and black satin pillows.
The events of the previous evening played like a movie in your mind. You nearly threw up again.
You grumbled. Why did you take this? Why couldn't you stand up for yourself?
The answer was simple.
You didn't want to.
For nearly your entire life, you have been pushed around by those bigger than you. Being told how small you are, how useless; but were you really. What if all of those people were wrong?
Was being hurt what you truly wanted?
It wasn't. You didn't have to take this. Who said you can't stand
You zipped up your black pencil skirt and smoothed out any crumples that may have been present. Glancing at the body mirror in front of you, you smiled. Your scars had faded into light marks on your (s/c) skin. You had no more bruises, no more cuts, and your minor stab wound had healed nicely. Your mind had been cleared of all negative memories due to therapy, and merely gaining ignorance to the ugly truth.
After the fiasco with the 2p! Axis, you had grown up to say the least. You weren't the child you were at the age of 18. No longer in fear for your life, believing that every breath you took could be your last. Afraid to look anyone in the eye. Afraid of being hit for saying the wrong thing.
You were now a 19 year old (university or college) student studying to be a (profession of choice). Thanks to the 1p! countries getting your life back on track, they helped you get back into high school to finish up from your last year. Since you had no financial suppor