(Name) sat at her vanity and looked at herself. Her Masters rarely complimented her appearance anymore. They used to do it all the time, and it may be vain, but it gave her a boost of confidence to hear it. She served them and if they didn’t like her they wouldn’t want her to serve them. She hated being this self-conscious, but she was. She was around their little painting models and heard how they talked about her and how they looked at her. She looked down at her hands as she got ready for bed. She sighed softly, she had to fix this…but she didn’t even know what was broken. Well, she did, she was too heavy, her Masters liked those model girls, and they were skinny. She sighed she would have to do something to lose the weight.
She looked in the mirror and nodded, for her Masters. She got up and went to bed, her mind set. The next morning she woke up and only had fruit for breakfast while she made her masters theirs, compared to her measly breakfast their looked like a banquet. She sighed softly as she served them. This would be difficult but for her Masters it would be worth it. She bit her lip and went back to the kitchen and had a class of milk, something to hold her over. She sometimes ate with them, but only when invited, but lately they hadn’t, just another sign that she didn’t live up to what they wanted in a servant. She choked back her fears and stretched, she would become perfect.
She heard her name called and she hurried to gather their dishes, “Oh, (Name), would you organize the art studio for us, we’re having some models over for test shots.” Italy said with a sweet smile.
(Name’s) smile became a bit falsified, as she curtsied politely, “Si Masters, I will get right on that.” She said sweetly.
“And then would you clean up in the den, Italy is having that potato bastard over and I know that the tomato bastard will tag along because of me.” Romano said.
“Si, as you wish Masters.” She said curtsying again and heading off to plan her day.
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Dishes were the one chore she didn’t mind, she thought most of the time when she washed them, and there was some kind of instant gratification for the young maidservant, she could see her hard work. She sighed softly and scrubbed harder than usual, they were having models over that afternoon…it would be a stressful afternoon. The second her dishes were washed she hurried off to the art studio to get things set up for their preliminary photos in the outfits chosen. She noticed that the costume that Romano had wanted to paint her in was among the four she was to lay out. Each had a note about how it was to be worn and what shade of hair they wanted for it. They would help them situate a bit, but if a model could not work in an outfit at all they sent them away. It would be her job to make notes on the models for her Masters.
(Name) was the one who would go into the waiting area and call the models in off of her list and show them the outfit they were there to audition to model in. Then she led them in to do a basic pose for her Masters. They would snap a photo and ask questions, ask her to move in the costume and make small comments to one another, in Italian of course. She had to interpret their Italian comments to each other and write them on a note pad. She knew her place was to be silent and not be obtrusive, to ignore the models and her thoughts on them…and she could do that, except when they made snide comments about her. Her Masters never seemed to hear them. (Name) sighed, she had been too buxom to fill out that costume, and it seemed that Romano had really wanted to see her in it…or maybe that had been her imagination. She had no idea, but she would do her job, as well as remedy her…size…issue.
She scrubbed down the floor and windows of the studio and waiting area and smiled at her handiwork. That was one thing those models could never do for them, nor could any mere maid, she made the rooms she cleaned shine and sparkle. She felt a bit of pride in that, though that pride made her stomach hurt sometimes…her Masters had taught her humility…and being prideful was not appropriate. She gripped her stomach and groaned softly she swallowed that feeling of pride and took in some deep breaths. She gathered her supplied up and hurried to get dressed in her assistant’s uniform.
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Twenty models were in the waiting room and were all talking snidely as (Name) walked through and got their names and base information for her notes for her Masters. She was used to this, them making fun of her clothes and how she looked in them, but they didn’t let her Masters hear, one of their biggest requirements was kindness and humility, just like with (Name), they did not want ego within their home. (Name did appreciate that fact, they interviewed each candidate after she did.
(Name) was finally done with the last model and walked into the studio to give her Masters the list of names.
“There are some pretty ones out there.” Romano commented to Italy.
“Si fratello, but will they work for your idea?” Italy asked.
“I hope so.” He replied, “I would hate to have to exchange that costume for another.”
(Name) was confused at what they were discussing but she decided to just ignore it and she sat down on her stool with a clip board and began to prepare her note pages. She took any duty they gave her seriously, she felt them look at her and she looked up smiling softly.
“You are always so organized.” Italy commented, “It reminds me of Germany.”
She blushed at his comment on her, “I just like to keep things in order for my Masters, it is only to make your lives easier.”
That made the pair smile; she was so good to them. She finished arranging her notes and stood up and smiled sweetly letting them know that she was ready when they were. They nodded for her to begin she walked out and called for the first model. She led her to the costume to try and then to the area where she was to pose and have a polaroid taken. (Name) sat down and began to take her notes.
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The last model left, and the young maidservant had taken her last few notes and handed them to her Masters, “Here you are, all organized and done properly, just the way my Masters like.” She said with a curtsy.
“Grazie (Name).” Italy said with a smile.
“Si, Grazie.” Romano said.
“I will get things cleaned up in here and get dinner started, that is if you two do not require any more from me at the moment.” She said sweetly.
They both shook their heads and (Name) went about her duties with a sweet smile on her face, glad to be of use to her Masters. They left the room and began to talk about who they would bring back. (Name) sat down for a moment and gripped her groaning stomach, she was so hungry, but she wouldn’t eat now. She planned on a small dinner and that should suffice. She kept telling herself that this was for her Masters and that seemed to override her stomach. The Bound Servitude curse was indeed very strong.