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Laments of Cinderella	By : GrandDutchyLiet Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or make any money from this story. This work contains Cross-dressing, Yaoi lemons in future chapters, Male x Male relationships, Alternative Universe , Human names used.

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The interior of the mansion was much darker than Toris had anticipated and much more austere than one would have assumed with its minimal amount of furniture and decoration. The paintings that lined the wall were creepy, filled with wars and martyrdom and the magnificent triumphs of the Soviet era. It was almost like a museum because everything there looked ancient and seriously out of date.

"You can look around later," Eduard whispered, tugging on his brother's sleeve and pulling him down the long carpeted hall.

Toris felt absolutely sick in the pit of his stomach as they neared the room. What the hell had he gotten himself into? His brother's greed was going to get them in a lot of trouble. Possibly arrested or even worse. He wondered what rich people did to those who tried to scam them. Did they even involve the police or did they just make them disappear and bury them in their backyards? The thought was absolutely terrifying and Toris knew if he didn't sit down soon he was going to faint.

"Thank you for receiving us," Eduard said upon entering the tea room. The blonde haired woman smiled and stood, gesturing towards the sparsely cushioned couch across from her. "Please make yourselves comfortable."

Toris was thankful for her hospitality and accepted it readily. Eduard remained standing, leaning his brother's suitcase against the room's unattractive blue wallpaper.

"So this is your sister, Toriska?" the woman asked as she poured some tea from the antiquated Russian samovar* into a cup, "It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Kataya."

She offered Toris his cup. "Your brother tells me that you like domestic work and have been employed by family's like mine before," she said.

"Well," Toris admitted nervously, "I've never actually…"

Eduard gripped the back of Toris' shoulders reassuringly. "Don't be so humble, my eldest sister. Tell her how you worked for the Prime Minister of America." he interjected.

"There is no such thing," Toris couldn't help but blurt out. Eduard cleared his throat. "Oh yes, of course. Silly me. I meant Senator of America," he lied, "I must have been confused with the job you had before. The one where you worked for the Queen of England."

Toris felt his face go pale. This was wrong. Who in their right mind would believe these outright lies? You'd have to be the most naïve person in the world to…

"You must be amazing!" Kataya exclaimed, "I can't believe you've had that much experience."

Eduard chuckled a bit at her enthusiasm. "Oh, she is. That's why I believe she'd be a perfect fit for your household. Did I mention she's my eldest sibling? Oldest of three. Just like you Miss Kataya. She raised myself and our youngest sibling, just as you raised your brother and little sister. There's so much in common between you two that you'd never stopping talking to each other about it."

He sipped his tea calmly and added, "She'd be perfect to have as a housekeeper…and a friend."

Kataya eyes lit up and she appeared to be contemplating the prospect of welcoming this new person into her home. "It would be nice to have a new companion in the house…" she began thoughtfully. She offered Toris another polite smile.

"Yes, that would be wonderful," Kataya said, a bit more decidedly this time, her boobs jiggling under her white blouse and the blue straps of her overalls as she stood in excitement and headed towards Toris, "I'd like so much for us to be friends." Her cool hands seized Toris' warm ones and he couldn't help but blush as her breasts fell eye level with his face.

"But…" she faltered, her voice betraying a hint of sadness.

"Go on," Eduard murmured, his lips twitching nervously as he waited for her to continue. "I'd still need to ask my brother for permission," she explained, looking up at Eduard.

His gaze fell away from hers in response and shifted towards the opposite end of the room. "I'll be seeing Ivan soon. I could handle the matter for you and arrange things," Eduard offered, though something in his body language told Toris that his brother might put that conversation off with her brother for quite a while.

"Oh? That would be nice," Kataya said slowly, "but her salary would probably be more than he'd be willing to pay since she's so well qualified. Besides, Vanya* will just say that extra help is completely unnecessary."

Eduard frowned. Toris could sense his brother's scheme was unraveling at the seams. It served him right for his outrageous deception. Still, something in Kataya's face made him feel guilty. She seemed so lonely and he couldn't bring himself to abandon the hope that Eduard was lighting within her. Besides, he had his own hope invested in securing employment with her family. He couldn't just let all of that just slip away.

"If…" Toris began meekly, drawing both of their eyes upon him, "…I-if you wouldn't mind, I would work for a reduced wage, just room and board. I've been having difficulty finding work since I moved from Lithuania to be with my brother in Russia. I've noticed how difficult it is to meet people here and I did come ready to work. Won't you please give me a chance?"

Kataya paused, her eyes drifting to the content of her tea cup. "Mn. Yes. I think I'd like that. Even if it were for just a little bit," she said.

"There's something I need to tell you first," Toris admitted slowly. Eduard's eyes widened and then a scowl crossed his face as Toris continued, "It's very important that you know…."

"She's a tomboy," Eduard cut in quickly, "and prefers everyone to call her Toris. She's bad at applying her make-up and acts like a boy on occasion but that's just part of her charm. She's a really hard worker and I'm certain you'll come to like her very much. Really. It's her time in the West that's made her such a worldly woman. She's strong and she'll take good care of her new friends."

Kataya smiled upon hearing Eduard use the word 'friend' again. She fixated on Toris and the brunette sheepishly returned her happy gaze. "I don't mind," she stated, "Let's be friends."

"Then it's settled. If you'd only show us to her room, that would be such a delight. After I help her settle in, the two of you can get better acquainted," Eduard said as he patted Toris on the back of the neck triumphantly, "Naturally, I'll be heading out before it gets too late. I wouldn't want to inconvenience you for supper."

"No," Kataya responded quickly, "It would be no trouble to dine with us." Eduard glanced at the grandfather clock that stood nearby in the hallway. "I really mustn't," he said as he took note of the time, "I've taken up too much of your time already. I'll return at a later date to discuss those pending legal matters in this month's ledger."

"This way please," Kataya said as she took Toris' hand and led him out into the darkened corridor. "This will only be a temporary room unless you come to prefer it. It was used for important dignitaries who used to stay during my family's parties. It's nice. I think you'll like it."

"T-thank you." Toris managed, shifting his gaze to the floor, "It's more than I deserve."

"Shh. Don't be modest," she said, grabbing his cheeks, "You are pretty in your own way and I think your make-up is beautiful. Anyway, don't listen to little brothers. Sometimes…they can be so childish and cruel."

Kataya stopped outside a door in the hallway that was opposite a simple wash basin and mirror. She paused, dipping her fingers into the pocket of her overalls and fumbled a bit through the contents there until she withdrew a white key. "I'll leave you to freshen up," she said, "Oh. And if possible, I'd like the meal before six." Toris nodded. "Yes, of course." he replied, bowing slightly as she departed.

"You did a great job," Eduard said in a hushed voice as they entered the room together, "Very smart convincing her by working for less but I know what they're books say and we should have held out for a lot more money. They can afford it."

"Why didn't you just let me tell her I was a man? I think it would be better if we were just honest about it," Toris told his brother.

"It'll be fine. You'll see," Eduard said, unzipping the suitcase and shuffling through the contents, "Anyway, you're my accomplice now. It's too late to change things."

Toris sighed. Eduard was right of course. Even if he wanted to admit the truth, he'd already been introduced as a woman and that was what his new employers would be expecting him to be. "I'll go along with it, for now," Toris relented. What other choice did he have?

"Good," Eduard replied, "That just makes things easier to achieve the rest of my objectives. Now you'll have a chance to get in good with Kataya and get married to her and give our family most of her share of the money. Then we can get that house I've always dreamed of."

Toris felt his mouth gape open. "Are you crazy? I've just met her today," he pointed out.

"And already the sparks are flying." Eduard returned.

"I didn't see any sparks," Toris said sharply, "What I saw was a lonely woman. How can you take advantage of that?"

Eduard laughed a bit. "M-O-N-E-Y. It makes the world go round. Now turn around so I can fit you with this bra."

Toris did a double take as he saw the cream colored brassiere his brother had drawn from the luggage, with its fashionable design and full satin cups. Did the blonde really mean for him to wear that? It looked like it was definitely going to be uncomfortable. And if that weren't bad enough, the bra was only the beginning of the outfit Eduard intended for him to dress in. As Toris removed his coat and the white shirt and undershirt that lie underneath, he was presented with a fancy looking uniform not readily suited for his tastes or gender.

It was a lovely green maid's dress with long puffed sleeves, a full tapered bodice, and long layered skirt with petticoat underneath that would go from his waist to his ankles. The sleeves, the hem of the skirt and the high feminine looking collar were all etched with pure white lace while the apron, which was meant to be worn over exclusively over the dress, was full length and form hugging, with a bow designed to be daintily tied in the back.

"What the hell did you pack?" Toris asked as he studied the form fitting uniform his brother had in mind.

"Your clothes, my dear sister." Eduard said with a chuckle, "It should be your size so don't worry. And if it's not, we'll make it work."

Toris protested by clutching the coat he was holding defensively against his body. "I'm not going to wear it," he said.

"This is what maids wear and it will be your uniform," Eduard stated calmly but firmly, "It shouldn't matter what you wear as long as you have work, isn't that right?"

"Yes, but it's humiliating." Toris responded as he ran his fingers tentatively over the lace.

Eduard sighed. "It would be more humiliating not to wear it. You're suppose to be an elite maid. It would be a shame if you didn't at least try. Wouldn't you wear a uniform if you were a man?" his younger brother asked.

"I am a man," Toris spat, "and of course I would," he admitted to Eduard's question, "But…but this is different. And anyway, isn't your plan for me to marry this Kataya? How am I suppose to flirt with her if I'm dressed as a female?"

Eduard shrugged. "I was thinking you could become friends first and then lovers. You can drop subtle hints and by the time she figures out that you're a male, she would have to keep it a secret. Y'know, the allure of a forbidden romance."

Toris chewed his bottom lip. It didn't look like anything he said to Eduard would dissuade him. He'd just have to give in and let his little brother play dress up with his body.

Toris picked up the bra and pulled the straps over his shoulders. Fastening it for the first time was a bit awkward for the Lithuanian brunette but he managed it well enough. It felt strange having to reach behind his back to clasp the three tiny hooks that awaited him there. The elastic hugged at his chest snugly and fit better than he had anticipated.

Eduard held out the uniform to him. Reluctantly, Toris accepted it and pulled the garment over his head. The bodice stretched a bit as he smoothed it over his chest and drew it over his hips. "Well?" Toris asked nervously as the remaining length of the skirt came to rest at his ankles.

"I was right," Eduard stated in a pleased tone, "You do make a beautiful woman."

Toris picked up the apron that rested on top of his suitcase and put it on. Eduard tied the bow for him and then stepped back to admire his handiwork. "Yes. This will do nicely," he remarked, "All that's left is your leg-wear. I'm certain you can manage that, right?"

Toris nodded. "I'll be okay." he replied as Eduard handed him the pair of thick, black tights.

"Good," Eduard stated, clasping his hands together in a praising gesture, "Then my work here is finished. Please, do your best."

"Wait! Eduard, are you really going?" Toris asked, catching his brother by the shoulder.

The other man nodded. "It can't be helped," he answered, his voice a bit tense at their parting, "Just know that I am counting on you Toris."

To be continued~!

A/N: Thank you for your reviews. They are greatly appreciated~!

Notes:

(1) samovar- A samovar is a metal device with a faucet sometimes used to boil/heat water in Russia. Some samovar's have a tea pot attachments that allows a tea pot to sit on top of the device. The one in this story is an older model so it has a antique urn design and requires coal to function.

(2) Vanya- A Russian diminutive for Ivan
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