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Italy X Reader Cinderella, Part One

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There was nothing you carried more deeply in your heart than the memories of your mother. She always knew just what to do or what to say. She had been one clever seamstress. The dresses and clothes she made didn't sell so well, though. Your mother was famous for the line of women's shoes she made. They weren't just pretty, but unorthodox. They were shoes no one else would think to make. Each pair was unique and one of a kind. She had wanted to make you a pair for the longest time, but she couldn't think of what to do. Before she died, your mother realized the perfect idea. You were told to stay away from her workplace for a while, at least until she was done. Your mother presented you with the shoes one night as a surprise. You hadn't realized it at the time, but they were made purely of glass, with a silver heart buckle right where the toes dove under the glass.
''Mommy, they're beautiful!" You were so excited.
''You can't wear them for a long time, Cindy. I want you to keep them safe and wear them on  you wedding day, baby.'' She smiled, handing you the box gingerly. Your eyes sparkled.
''What if Idon't get married?'' You asked. Your dad laughed.
''Sweetie, don't worry yourself about that. It's a long way off.'' He grinned.
Following your father's advice, you didn't worry about it. It wasn't long before you didn't have time to worry about it, anyway. After your mom died, your father had trouble making back the money she had made. So, he took every opportunity to impress rich folks as he could. That included taking you to big fancy parties just so he could show you off and rich women would be amazed with his child care skills. When you had enough one day, you blew up at him in front of plenty of rich people. You called him out on being selfish, and then you went to hide in the garden. Your wish of being alone that night didn't work out the way you'd planned. You heard crying coming from somewhere in the garden, and the closer you got to the huge fountain, the more you realized a little boy was sitting at its edge. He was dressed up in a fancy looking suit, and his reddish-brown hair was perfectly straight....save the one awkward curl springing out.
''Are you okay?'' Your voice was quiet. The boy squealed at being taken by surprise, and he fell face-first straight into the water fountain. Without thinking, you jumped in after him. By the time you helped the boy out of the fountain, your sky blue dress was ruined and his suit was soaking wet. You didn't care, as long as he was safe. The boy shivered violently.
''S-sorry for making you get your pretty dress wet.'' He sniffled.
''It's okay. My dad is the one who wants me to wear it. I hate it.'' You stated simply, wringing the water out of the bottom fabric.
''I don't like this suit, either. But, my parents say if I don't wear it, I will make them look bad.'' He sighed.
''My dad was a good guy. Then, mom died.'' You sat beside him on the soft grass.
''I'm so sorry!'' The boy squeaked.
''It's okay. Really, I'm fine. What's your name?'' Before the boy could answer, your father had found you. He grabbed you and lifted you up off the ground.
''I have amazing news, Cindy! You're going to have a stepmother and stepsisters very soon!'' Your dad said excitedly.
''W-what?'' After all you had said to him, he still went ahead and fooled around with other girls?
''Come on, be happy. Let's go home. I have to stat planning the new budget for the house.'' He took you by the hand. The boy was so shocked that he didn't have time to respond.
''Wait!"' You called, wanting to go back to him. At least the boy understood you.
In the years to come, you needed a friend. You father married this woman named Ruby, and  not only did she come to live in your mother's house and sleep in her bed, but your two new stepsisters did as well. They were dreadful. Anna was the one with bright auburn hair and freckles all over. She was obnoxious and always started fights with her sister. The other girl was named Delilah, and she was a brat just the same. Things started going downhill...and then one day, your father had a heart-attack. No one was fast enough to save him. By the time an ambulance arrived, he was gone.
Ruby put on a hell of a show, pretending to care that he was gone. She even cried. But that didn't fool you. However, it almost worked when she spent most of their money on an elaborate funeral for him.
''Cindy, let's go home.'' Ruby said, offering you her hand. With tears in your eyes, you accepted. That was the nicest thing your stepmother would ever do for you.
In the years to come, she treated you as a slave. Your bedroom got taken by Delilah after her and Anna got into a bad fight. You were forced into the freezing cold basement. You cleaned for them and cooked for them. You were never allowed to go anywhere. In times when you truly lost hope, you would always dream about that little boy who fell in the fountain. Where was he now? Would he recognize you ? Did he still live at the mansion with his parents? You wanted to know so badly...but Ruby would never let you leave the house.
'A dream is a wish your heart makes
When you're fast asleep'
The word to the song your mother always used to sing you off to sleep with would drift through your head all night and day. Maybe someday, your dreaming could be reality. But for now, it wouldn't amount to anything other than a broken heart.
Part One: Parting Gifts
    This is the second story in my 'Hetalia: The Wonderful World of Disney' series. Cinderella is harder to do, because overall the story itself isn't that long. So, hopefully you guys don't think it seems to dragged out. Anyway, read on, my fellow Hetalians/Disney fans!
 Frozen - Elsa is afraid 
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PedoBearDafuq's avatar
y i cant name my self,when i read 2 the part "cindy",i skip