Romano stepped into her room, he smelt bile, something was wrong. He walked into the bathroom and saw her unconscious by the toilet. (Name), his (Name), had fainted after forcing herself to throw up, that was the only reason for what he saw. He felt his heart sink. What was going on? Why would she do this to herself? He gathered her up into his arms and carried her into her room laying her on her bed. He started to notice things, she looked sick, pale, cracked lips, thick bags under her eyes, she must have hidden this with make-up well. He went in and cleaned her bathroom before getting a wed rag to wash her face with. So this is what that idiot Spain warned him about.
She stirred a little as he washed her face but not enough to wake up. He would call the doctor…or have Italy do it, he didn’t know, all he knew was that he couldn’t leave her side. He called his brother into the room and told him to call a doctor. Italy was a bit panicked seeing (Name) like this, but nothing like how Romano felt, he thought he could have done something to prevent this. He didn’t know why she was doing this. He came to a conclusion he hoped was wrong.
“The models…like-a that idioto Spain said…” he muttered and stood.
He didn’t know what he was looking for until he found it. He was digging through her desk and found her diary. He opened it and began to flip through it. He wanted some answer. Italy came in and said the doctor was on his way and went to get some ice water. Romano sat beside (Name) on the bed again and began to read.
They had more models come today…though these are fashion models and they’re going out together. I know it’s wrong to feel jealous in the way they date them and look at them, but I do. They are so pretty and perfect. They all look at me the same though, like I’m something they just scraped off the bottoms of their heels. They’re all exotic and smiles when my Masters are near but when they’re not they talk…such terrible things they say.
Not just about me either…this last pair…they were hoping that Master Romano and Master Italy would want to sleep together that night so they could get pregnant and not have to worry about a thing in their lives after it…though they worried about their figures and getting them back. But then one of them made comment that with all the money my Masters had plastic surgery would be no big deal.
I’m glad that I was able to drop that subtle hint to my Masters that they might want to come home early…since they had that meeting tomorrow. I must do all I can to protect them. They have such big hearts I would hate to see anyone take advantage of that.
Romano looked at her, she was always going the extra mile. He pet her hair and read more.
He wanted to paint me again…Master Romano. It always makes me shy when he does…especially when he wants me to wear things other than my uniform. I’m always pleased when they fit because it makes him smile. I don’t know what he does with those painting though…I don’t see them anywhere in his gallery openings…but maybe that’s just because I’m always working with the food and seeing to the guests needs. Maybe I’m reading into this too much…I don’t know. All I know is when he wants me to model for him…it is like this little secret, like there actually is a love between the two of us…and not just my silly fantasies.
The elder Italian brother blushed and looked at her, she loved him too? He almost couldn’t believe it. But there was no hint or clue anywhere as to why she was starving herself. He frowned there had to be a reason for all of this. He read one more entry and got his answer…it wasn’t dated…but it was the last thing in there.
I’m losing weight…not fast…even though I’m eating almost nothing…why aren’t I the right size yet. They aren’t noticing anything…no compliments still…I hope one day they’ll tell me I’m pretty again…especially Master Romano, I would do anything to be a model for him…make him love me and want to date me like he does with those girls…or just call me pretty again.
His heart stopped and he dropped the simple book as tears welled in his eyes. The elder brother never let anyone see him cry…but he was openly crying now, she thought that he would only love her if she looked like a model. How could he have let that happen? He cradled her head as she slept. His tears dripped onto her cheeks and forehead. He hadn’t meant to be cold to her lately…but he had felt those feelings building inside of him again, that love…he didn’t want to risk losing her, especially since he doubted she would ever love him back, so he hid them…and he realized how cold he must have felt because of it.
She stirred when his tears hit her face and groaned opening her eyes to look up at him, “M-Master…wh-why are you crying? What’s going on?” (Name) exclaimed trying to sit up.
Romano jumped, “Lay back bella, don’t sit up, you need to rest…” he said, “And you need to eat.”
(Name’s) eyes widened, he had found out? She frowned and looked away not wanting to meet his eyes. He lifted her hand and kissed it making her look back to him.
“I’m sorry bella, this is all my fault…I was acting cold…and made you think you had to be like them, didn’t I?” he asked.
“N-No Master…” she half-lied.
“I’m so sorry I stopped telling you how beautiful you are to me…I was just…I was afraid you wouldn’t like that I thought that…because I’m not my brother.” He said softly.
(Name) frowned softly and gently took hold of his hands, “I…I can’t tell you what you mean to me…Master…South Italy…” she murmured with a smile as she called him his truer name.
His head snapped up at the wording and he leaned in not caring about how she had just vomited and pressed their lips together lovingly. He couldn’t help himself, no one called him that, no one, to him it was as good as a declaration of love. Just as (Name) had meant it to be. She kissed back shyly and happily. When their lips parted he murmured an apology.
“It’s alright…I like it when you kiss me…” she said.
“There’s a doctor coming, bella, he’s going to tell you a lot of health stuff, but I want you to know that I have always found you beautiful…and I keep every painting of you because they are too wonderful to sell or share…” he said softly, “I…Ti amo (Name).” he said softly.
The Bound Servant felt the tingles of her curse begin to be lifted at the sincerity of his words. And as she murmured her reply the rest of her curse was lifted. She would tell him what she was in time but right now all she needed was to be loved by him. He held her hand and promised to stay by her side through her check up with the doctor and from then on out he wasn’t going to risk losing her ever again.