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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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It was nearly two weeks before Eduard finally telephoned.

Prior to that time, Toris had done his best to settle into the Braginski household. He excelled at making himself useful to his new employers and was quick to establish a daily routine based on the duties he felt were necessary to continue the mansion's upkeep.

Early in the morning, he would tend to his personal needs and dress for the day. He found that getting used to his maid's uniform was less difficult than he anticipated. Toris had become increasingly fond of his apron as well. Not only was it helpful in keeping his dress clean, but it also proved to be quite functional when it came to carrying things.

The brasserie, he found, was less than ideal. Toris disliked it and after about the third day, he made the decision to remove it from his wardrobe. It added nothing to his chest and what little padding it did possess was hardly discernable. The daily application of make-up was also a hassle but one Toris reluctantly continued to maintain.

After brushing his hair, the Lithuanian brunette would put on his shoes and cautiously descend the main staircase. If the dogs were out, which was sometimes the case, he'd have to run for the door he needed.

Once inside the dining room, Toris would start the samovar and prepare himself some tea. He treasured the chance to drink from a real tea set and delighted in making this passion a daily occurrence. While he waited for the water to boil, he'd prepare himself some toast with butter and top it off by adding some sweet jam. Afterwards, he would bring the dishes to the kitchen and start cooking breakfast.

Kataya made it a habit to eat every meal he served at the table while Natalia preferred taking her food in the confines of her bedroom. Toris adjusted to this reality very quickly.

The Braginski girls spent their days apart in their respective areas of the household. Toris did his best to interact with both females, but especially focused on Natalia whom he found to be quite beautiful and interesting.

As the day progressed, Toris would complete a wide range of chores, sometimes in Kataya's company. Each day, he'd be sure to cook, wash the dishes, sweep and mop the floors, vacuum the hall and other carpeted rooms (both upstairs and down), polish the furniture, wipe down wherever he noted dust had accumulated, and clean any windows and glass surfaces he encountered.

The brunette also did the laundry and ensured everyone's clothes were properly washed. It was important to him that each bedroom had fresh linen too, so he deliberately made it a point to tend to such things so each room would be neat and inviting to its owner.

Toris repeated this behavior even for the rooms that were not currently in use. Upon entering the private chambers of Ivan Braginski for the first time, the brunette couldn't help but marvel at the expansive size of the man's bedroom. He liked how the room was a combination of sleeping quarters, study, and living area. It was almost like a mini-apartment with a full wall to wall library.

Toris made a point to dutifully clean it every day, expecting that middle Braginski sibling would return home sometime in the future and perhaps appreciate his earnest efforts. Toris was also drawn to the vast amount of books that pervaded the atmosphere of the room. Ivan appeared to be a very educated man, judging by his collection. Toris was particularly interested in the Russian books written specifically for learning the English language. He made a full effort to study them in his spare time, knowing that Kataya possessed such an acute interest in all things relating to the United States.

When Eduard asked him how he was getting on at the household, Toris replied honestly that he enjoyed working for the family.

"Kataya and I went to the grocer yesterday," the brunette told his younger sibling as he focused on a paintings above the telephone table, "She said her brother doesn't let her drive because he fears she'll wreck the car again, so I ended up doing the driving for her instead."

"You left the house?" Eduard responded, his tone a bit shocked from the news, "You really shouldn't need to do that."

Toris wrapped the phone cord around his finger. "I didn't like wearing a dress in public but Kataya was really persistent about going out. And anyway, going shopping made her happy."

"Good, I'm glad you two are getting along so well. But you must be careful, Toris," he chided gently, "I told you before that she's socially inept. What if you took her to the store and she wandered off like some five year old. That woman would get in the car with strangers if asked. What would you do then? Do you have any idea of the trouble we'd be in? There'd be police and-"

Toris paced back and forth along the hall in response to his brother's paranoia. "Nothing happened, Eduard," he stated in a reassuring tone.

For a few seconds, his brother remained silent on the other end of the phone, only the sound of his breathing carrying through. "Of course," Eduard finally agreed, "Well, at least you're getting things to progress with Kataya."

Toris bit his lip as he wound the phone cord tightly about his wrist. "Actually, I like Natalia more. We're becoming friends," he said.

There was an awkward silence on the other side of the line before Eduard let out a sigh, "I suppose it doesn't really matter which one you favor. It's good either way," his younger sibling encouraged, "I knew I could count on you."

Toris turned his head as he heard the sound of a large truck pulling up into the drive-away. The brunette peered out the window and frowned. "Oh no," he lamented.

"What is it?" Eduard asked.

"A food delivery," Toris replied with some concern, "Ah, I didn't realize we'd get one this week. I'm not sure where I can put everything now. Kataya bought so much American food last night that its going to be hard to fit it all in."

"What?" Eduard responded, his voice echoing a tone of disbelief, "Is that what you were doing? You took her out to buy American food?"

"Yes," Toris answered as a loud knock started coming from the front door, "Kataya's quite fond of it."

"Toris, listen to me," Eduard's voice came across both tense and urgent, "You shouldn't have brought that into his house. You've got to throw it out, now!"

Toris shook his head. "I don't understand what you mean," he said, a bit of confusion coloring his words. Eduard sounded so silly. Why would anyone throw out perfectly good food?

By now, Kataya had heard the knocking from her position in the downstairs tea room. She started to come towards Toris wearing a puzzled expression.

"Oh," she remarked upon seeing the brunette standing in the hallway, "You're on the telephone, that's why. I'll go see who is at the door."

Toris apologized and cupped his hand over the receiver while his brother continued speaking. "I think it's a delivery man. I'll come help right away," he told her.

"Eduard, I have to go," he hurriedly explained, cutting off the younger man mid-sentence, "Please call again later. I miss you both and I want to talk to Raivis too."

"Toris, w-"

But the Lithuanian felt it would be inappropriate to make his employer wait, especially when he was needed, so he returned the phone to its cradle and quickly followed behind her.

Sure enough, the local delivery man stood waiting at the front door. The phone began to ring faintly off in the distance as they greeted him. After a moment or so, it stopped.

Kataya signed for the milk and food products her brother had preordered. She made a comment about it being a bit more than usual but accepted it anyway. She and Toris put on their coats and stepped outside into the cold air and began bringing the items into the mansion.

The phone rang again, this time much longer in duration than before but both were too busy to answer it. Toris assumed it was Eduard since the phone had rarely rung since his arrival. Surely whoever it was would call back later.

When the phone rang a third time, Toris excused himself and headed for the hall. By the time he reached it, however, the ringing had ceased.

The brunette waited for a moment and then returned to the kitchen where Kataya was placing the last of the milk and eggs inside the refrigerator.

"Who was it?" she asked.

Toris shook his head. "I'm not sure," he answered as he eyed the nearly full cabinets. He looked back at the large amount of new food that was sitting in bags upon the preparatory table. It would take some doing but he would probably be able to manage fitting everything in if he did some rearranging.

"How was Eduard?" she asked curiously as she helped him put away some things, "Has he been around to see my brother yet?"

The brunette shook his head uncertainly. Their conversation hadn't even touched upon the absent Braginski sibling. For that matter, Eduard didn't touch upon much of anything. He never even explained why it took him two weeks to call in the first place or why all his direct calls were being forwarded to an answering service. Though if Toris had to guess, he figured it was probably a combination of situational evasion, procrastination, and an overburdened schedule at work.

Kataya rested her hand on the counter beside Toris'. "Your brother is a good man, though he is a bit persistent, " she stated.

Ah, If only she knew the truth.

Kataya turned her head as the phone began to ring again. She started to move but Toris stopped her. "I'll get it," he offered quickly, rushing out the door towards the hall.

The brunette picked up the phone and answered it. "Hello?" he said.

Immediately, someone began speaking but the background noise made it almost impossible to make out the words they were saying. The caller tried again to talk over what sounded like a train but their attempt failed. Toris politely repeated his greeting again, adding the connection was bad and it was difficult to hear. The caller mumbled something and then the line disconnected.

Toris stood beside the phone, waiting for the person to redial; they never did.

Kataya eventually joined him beside the phone and informed him she was going up to her bedroom. The brunette nodded and headed for the kitchen again.

As the evening wore on, Toris completed his daily tasks. After serving the final meal to Kataya, he tidied things up and headed upstairs to Natalia's bedroom. To his surprise, he found her room to be quiet with the lights off. She must be sleeping, he concluded. He knocked once and then left the tray outside her door.

Toris yawned. He was starting to feel a bit tired himself and decided he might read before sleeping for the night. After he changed into a pair of mint green pajamas, he went back downstairs carrying the English study book he had borrowed from Ivan's bedroom.

It was getting late but not too late to still receive telephone calls. At ten o' clock, he would try to call Eduard but would mostly likely get Raivis again instead.

Toris passed through hallway where the main telephone was situated and then headed into the first floor tea room Kataya frequented. This space was the most modern looking in the mansion and contrasted greatly with the other rooms. It boasted proudly of modern Russian design coupled with fancy European innovation. It also bore a few cubist themed statues with strong soviet connotations.

Toris settled on to a comfortable beige chair nearest to the door. He opened up the study book and searched until he found the place where he had last left off.

"Good…morn-ing," he practiced slowly in English as he reread the written drill for chapter two, "Howareyou? I am… fine… Thank… you."

The brunette shook his head. His new attempts at the foreign tongue sounded so stiff and artificial. He needed to try it again, this time with a more conversational approach as he read the next set of sentences. "Iam…on a… buzness… No-" he corrected, "business… trip."

He looked at the margin where a sentence was written in by hand above the printed one along with Cyrillic script stressing its correct English pronunciation for a Russian speaker. "I am…looking for Mr. Alfred F. Jones. He is my… contakt," he read aloud.

The brunette turned to the next page where he encountered another handwritten sentence. It was crossed out, had parts circled, and was followed up by a nasty Russian word that was harshly scribbled next to the surname 'Jones'.

Toris closed the book. He probably wasn't meant to read that. He rested the volume on his lap and stifled a yawn. His eyelids were starting to become heavy and the low light was beginning to bother his eyes.

At some point, Toris remembered turning off the light. He realized he must have dozed off in the chair sometime shortly after that but now found himself abruptly reawakened by the sound of someone's voice. He paused as the unfamiliar sounds of heavy boot falls crossed the main hall followed by the distinct prancing of dogs.

Toris bolted upright as he heard the door to the 'playroom' close and the sound of the dogs whimpering with regret. The English study book on his lap thudded heavily against the carpet. The brunette couldn't help but panic.

Silently, he managed to get to his feet, cautiously peeking out into the poorly lit hallway. As he did so, he pulled his pink bathrobe roughly about his shoulders as watched nervously until he caught sight of unidentified form approaching from the main hall.

The brunette wrapped his fingers tightly against the door handle. He didn't know what to do! It was unbelievable to realize that there was actually an intruder in the house. His heart sank as the individual drew closer and paused beside the telephone table. The Lithuanian shivered as he heard the sound of metal clunking unceremoniously against its wooden top. The intruder grumbled a bit under his breath as he fumbled for the switch and turned the lamp on.

Toris could see the unknown person now, but only from the rear. He noted that the male was blonde, tall, and built rather solidly wearing a long brown coat, white scarf, and heavy winter boots that were unfortunately tracking snow and mud everywhere.

He watched breathlessly as the unknown man lifted the telephone from its cradle and listened for the dial tone.

The intruder clicked the receiver a few times impatiently before slamming it back down. He then took an extended drink from his flask that was now resting beside the phone, returning it with another clunk against the table only once it was completely finished.

The blonde then complained in a sing-song like voice, something along the lines of his bottle being too empty. Toris edged closer. Though they had yet to meet, he was certain he recognized the man from a photograph that displayed prominently in the household.

The brunette's bottom lip trembled as he opened his mouth to speak. Unfortunately, his words failed him. Toris hadn't worked up the nerve to address the young man just yet so he followed him like a shadow back down the hallway.

The blonde seemed oblivious to his presence. His attention was fixated on what appeared to be a more pressing need for drink. The brunette watched from the corner of the hallway as the tall man turned the handle on the dining room door.

It was then that Toris got a good look at the blonde's face and knew without a doubt who he was dealing with. With a heavy heart, he mustered his courage and approached the door he'd seen the blonde pass through.

Miserably, he cursed this unfortunate turn of events.

Why did Natalia's beloved fiancée have to reenter her life?

To be continued~!

A/N: Hurray! Ivan's finally arrived home and in the next chapter he meets his new maid, Toris. I'm so excited to share it with all of you!
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