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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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After his younger brother had departed, Toris approached the bed and sank down against the mattress, clutching his head. All this pressure was giving him a headache. The brunette closed his eyes. Only a few hours ago, he was living a normal life full of dreams. Eduard had convinced him that coming to Russia would be a good idea. Now, he just wasn't so certain about that.

Toris sighed. He just needed to be more optimistic. A change of attitude would carry him through this if he viewed the situation in a different light. He was getting what he wanted, a job and though the circumstances were unique, it just might work out. Yes, things would work out. He just needed to believe.

Toris sat up and pulled the heavy tights over his calves and upward towards his thighs. At least his legs would remain warm. He studied the loafers Eduard had advised him to wear. Thankfully, they matched the tone of his green uniform nicely. Their plainness made them suitably unisex and much more manageable than any female styles of footwear.

Toris wasn't sure how he would have survived wearing high heels especially the ones Eduard had packed for him at the bottom of his suitcase. Toris frowned; how did his brother find them in his size anyways? His feet were average but slightly larger than a woman's and it was clear that these heels were obtained specifically through the assistance of a specialty shop.

Toris scanned the room for a mirror. Now that his ensemble was complete, he needed to assess his appearance. His new room was heavily decorated but suffered from a severe lack of color. It was also devoid of the mirror Toris so eagerly craved.

He thought back and remembered he had passed one in the hallway on the way to his room. Toris approached the door silently and turned the handle. Sure enough, he was able to locate what he had been seeking. He peered at his reflection, managing to see himself for the first time in his maid's uniform.

He was startled by what he saw. His make-up, the one Eduard had applied to his face, was appallingly thick and reminiscent of an elderly woman whose eyesight was obviously failing. He made a mental vow never to let Eduard touch him with eye shadow and lipstick again if the man couldn't execute it with the finesse wearing a woman's cosmetics obviously required.

He spit on his palm in a mad effort to right the wrong his brother had perpetrated. Really, this was too much. It didn't make it any easier that the brand Eduard used was of the long lasting variety. In some ways, Toris prayed his brother hadn't bothered to actually spend the money. He would have been more content in this moment if the brand was cheap because that meant it would be easier to remove.

Toris pulled back his bangs from his forehead and pushed them back along his hairline. This was futile and he knew it, but the fear of being discovered made him put forth an earnest effort.

He leaned in towards the mirror and furiously wiped at his eyelids. The color was all wrong too. Though he hadn't had much experience with make-up, he'd seen it enough on other girls to realize there was a science to its application. Make-up was meant to be there as an aid not a show-stopper and right now, Toris felt as though he belonged in a fucking circus.

What amazed him the most was that his appearance actually drew a compliment from his new mistress. Kataya had complimented this look, hadn't she? The knowledge reduced him to a pathetic sense of pity. Either she was sincere and her taste was supremely flawed or she felt remorseful that any other human being could look so ridiculous.

Maybe he was just being too hard on himself. He wasn't a girl so perhaps his aesthetics were somehow misguided based on his own perception of female attractiveness. If his best friend Feliks were there, he was certain the Polish blonde would laugh at him. He'd be able to get this damn make-up off though. Feliks always had talent for doing ridiculously impossible things.

The brunette sighed. He'd left his compact case in the guest room. He turned around to fetch it and was startled to find someone watching him.

It was a girl, someone younger than Kataya, with long dirty blonde hair, a large bow upon her head and a harsh expression on her face. She was peeking out at him from behind a door at the end of the hall, her stare penetrating and uncomfortable.

Toris opened his mouth to greet her but his effort was met with a slamming sound. The young woman disappeared behind the closed door. He took note of the ornate Russian nameplate that adorned her door.

"Natalia," he repeated as he read the Cyrillic characters.

It was a pretty name for a pretty girl. She must have been Kataya's younger sister. He'd have to make an introduction to her.

He brought his hand up to knock upon her door but stopped just as the large grandfather clock in the hallway began to chime. It was six o'clock now.

He paused and glanced down at his own watch. It really was six.

He felt a wave of panic sweep through his body. Hadn't Kataya Braginski told him she wanted her meal before now?

Toris dashed towards the opposite end of the hall. She hadn't exactly told him where the kitchen was located but it would probably be on the lower level. Just as he was about to descend the grand staircase, he saw a pack of dogs roaming about, loose. They growled as they caught sight of him. Toris froze. They looked fierce, nothing like his own dog Vilnius whom he had left in the care of his youngest brother Raivis. These dogs were large and hostile.

Perhaps it was just their appearance that was terrifying. Sometimes, people owned pets that looked scary but were actually quite friendly.

Toris descended a step and then another. He clutched the banister nervously as he watched the dogs for their reaction. They watched him as well, some snarling and growling as his feet touched the last step.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." an unfamiliar female voice said. Toris turned his head and saw Natalia staring down at him from the railing on the floor above.

"They're very hungry. Big brother's dogs will ruin their appetite if they eat you." She smirked as she strolled down the stairs to join him. She glanced into the room at the dogs.

"I…I didn't know." Toris admitted.

"I'd feel bad for them," Natalia stated, patting one on the head, "You don't look very tasty; just bland."

"Who are you?" she finally asked, her inflection cool and her eyes boring into his own. He blushed and shifted his gaze towards the side. "I'm…Toris..." and as an after thought he tacked on the word "ka."

"You dress weird." Natalia remarked, "I don't think big brother will like you. When he comes home and finds you here, he might even kill you." She leaned in closer. "You should leave."

Toris gulped. There was something sinister yet beautiful in the way she spoke to him. He backed up a step. "I…was looking for the kitchen. Could you-" he began.

"No," Natalia answered unpleasantly. The blonde pouted and then left him there, the dogs faithfully trotting along beside her towards a room with a placard simply stating "playroom."

Toris looked from side to side before disembarking from the staircase. He wanted to follow her but wasn't sure if she'd become cross with him for doing so. He studied the other placards that hung on the wall and took note of the art decorations.

Most of the paintings in this part of the mansion were of landscapes, typically rustic rural scenes done in oil. Toris approached the door labeled "Dining Room." He entered and made a path towards the back where another door lie, certain it would lead to the kitchen.

Toris took note of the pleasant simplicity as he past the dining table. It was already set with the most elegant china he had ever encountered. It was frightening because it was all real and not imitation. Even the flatware was magnificent and ornate. Easily, the room could seat many dinner guests though Toris assumed there was probably another area for much larger parties.

This really was something out of a dream. Toris smiled cheerfully. The Braginskis even had purple velvet cushioned chairs and hand woven rugs. There was a gorgeous antique samovar with a built in boiler as well; it would be so wonderful when he could actually use it to fashion up some tea for his new employers.

He hoped Kataya wouldn't be too disappointed with him on his first day even if supper was a bit late. She seemed understanding but he was still new to this household and their family. He would have to cook something magnificent for her and her sister, something that would be sure to win their approval.

Yes. He would try his very hardest to do things right.

To be continued~!

A/N: Reviews are always appreciated~! Thank you for reading.
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