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(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.
Bound Servitude: Italians Part Two
Yes, she is having those kinds of weight issues. I suffered from these for a while. I still do from time to time. So this one is kind of hard to type, but at the same time, I feel that the emotional connection helps. :) Let me know what you all think. 

I do not own Hetalia, Italy, Romano or You
I DO own the story concept and ideas

Please Comment, I do so appreciate them. :)
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Francois came home and sighed, he wondered what (Name) had thought of his letter. He didn’t see her in the house right off so he went to his room to drop his keys and wallet off. When he walked in and saw a letter on his pillow he picked it up. There was a lip print on it. It was from her. He opened the envelope and read her words. She didn’t hate him. That was a relief. When he got to her fears of starting a real relationship right away he bit his lip, he understood but he had hoped they could become a couple right off, but then again, he shouldn’t have expected that. He sighed, but she still wanted to be with him. He read it through again, no labels but that activity. He could handle that. He just had to find her and tell her.

He walked into the living room and saw her sitting with Oliver and watching Doctor Who, “Hey (Name), could we talk for a minute?” he asked softly.

(Name) looked up at him and smiled, “Okay.” She said and stood up walking out of the room with him, hoping he understood her wishes.

The second they were away from everyone he pressed her against a wall and murmured, “With or without a title, you’re mine now.” He purred and kissed her deeply.

Salacia moaned softly and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. She didn’t know why she was worried, but this just silenced any nerves. The way their lips melded, it was perfect, the way he held her was firm and possessive but not in a way to hurt or frighten her. She was his and he was hers, and it was perfect. She smiled into the kiss and moaned a bit as he rubbed her sides and pressed her more into the wall. He didn’t pull away to speak only to  nip her lips playfully before kissing her again, his tongue playing with her lips for entrance that she denied. He forced his tongue between them playfully making her moan softly. She closed her eyes blissfully as they kissed and their tongues played. When they finally broke apart he smirked at her.

“Those are the kisses I missed~” she purred.

“One week and you were already having withdrawals?” he teased.

“Honey, I was having withdrawals the first day.” She said and pecked his lips.

(Name) pressed her head into his chest as he held her, her body finally relaxing, his arms were where she belonged and they both knew it. She smiled sweetly and nuzzled his chest with a smile, it was just hard enough to be sturdy but still soft enough to be comfortable. She was in bliss in his arms.

“Merci…for being so…understanding…” she murmured into his chest as she breathed in his scent, natural musk mixed with just a dab of cologne.

“De rein, amour. Et, merci for being mine~” he purred and kissed the top of her head sweetly.

“You’re stuck with me now.” She said and looked up at him sticking her tongue out, “You know you’ll just suffer the consequences forever now.”

“Well, I think I can handle the likes of you~” he teased and pecked her lips cutely.

“Oh you think so, do you?” She teased and nipped his lips.

“Oh would you two get a room!” Alan cried having come in the door at that moment.

(Name) looked away and blushed, she still wasn’t one for major PDA…or being caught being intimate. Francois chuckled and kissed her temple, she was adorable when she blushed like that. Francois wrapped his arm around his waist and gently tugged her to his bedroom so they could be alone. She blushed even darker as he shut the door.

“I told you no pressure, but if we want to be alone here we’ll need to go to either my bedroom or the guest room, it’s a full house, can be annoying.” He said.

“I think it’s nice, I mean, I like the idea of a family in a home…I haven’t heard my mother in the kitchen or my father in his study typing away on his outdated computer for ages…and I’m an only child.” She told him with a sad smile.

“Most kids would kill to have a house to themselves.” He said.

“I loved it for a while…but then…I got lonely…you know…they haven’t seen me on my birthday for four years or Christmas for three years…” she said, “The first year at least they made it back for the Holidays. And before you ask…no they don’t even bother to Skype me…I could dye my hair bright pink, blue, purple, and orange ALL at once and they would never know! Or care!” she exclaimed irritated and buried her head into her hands and for the first time ever crying about her situation, “I’m alone all the time…I hardly go out…my only visitors are my tutoring students…the first time I really got to be around people outside of school was with you…I even do my grocery shopping online! I just…I want a real life…I want my family…or even a family to be around…a place that feels like a home and not just a giant, empty, $600, 000, fully renovated…my mother brags all the time about that little fact…cave, that they don’t even live in! My father just got offered to LIVE in Italy and get a job teaching at a university to where they wouldn’t even be here except to visit on holidays if they even do that! And do you think my mom offered to move me there? No! Not even after graduation! It’s like I’m an abandoned dog still waiting for my owner who’s never coming back to come home and pet me and tell me they love me! I don’t even know why I don’t use the cash they send me to stay at a hotel…I’d feel more at home there!”

Francois just sat there and rubbed her back as she let it all out and when she was done he pulled her to him and just let her cry. He didn’t know what to say, he had always thought that it would be nice to live alone, but hearing how lonely she was, he didn’t know. But then again, she had been left at fourteen and didn’t have any say and anyone to even visit her. He thought for a minute.

“What if I came over to stay sometimes?” he asked, “I’m not the best company, but I would be something…or you could get a cat.”

She laughed, “I could do both…but you don’t have to do anything like that…wouldn’t it be weird for you?”

“No way.” He said and laughed softly, “Besides, it would fill your house a bit…and give me some sanity away from my brothers…or you could stay here sometimes too?”

(Name) thought this over, “I doubt my parents would agree to having you there overnight…” she said.

“Why should you care?” he asked, “They’re the ones moving to Italy and leaving you behind.”

She nodded and thought about it and bit her lip, what should she do?
The One You're With Part Eighteen
She finally let it out! :D Bet it feels good! Lol. So what do you think she will do? Comments are appreciated. :D

I do not own Hetalia, 2PFrance or You
I do own the story, concept, and ideas. 
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My Papa passed away on Monday Oct. 20th at 9:25 PM.

I don't know what to feel yet...I'm just numb.

I love him dearly still.

He is no longer in pain, so that is a blessing and I am at peace about that...

But losing him...I feel...lost and numb...
  • Mood: Anguish
  • Listening to: The TV
  • Reading: Nothing 0.0
  • Watching: Maury
  • Playing: Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Blue Rescue Team
  • Eating: Nothing
  • Drinking: H2O
I haven't made an entry in a while so I decided to update all you lovely people. 

My Papa: He is still around and in Hospice at home. He's hanging in there, he's very confused a lot of the time, but that is to be expected with his condition. So far he hasn't gotten REALLY bad, but he isn't exactly staying steady with his mental facilities. It is hard but I am being as strong as possible, this would be why I'm not updating my stories a ton. But I am trying...speaking of...

My Stories: As you may know I have started up Bound Servitude: Italians, and I hope you will all enjoy it. I am just about done with the 2P!France Story, and I am continually working on the 2P!America story. I am working on an America fic, and another 2P! fic, but I will not tell you the character just yet. I want it to be a surprise. Let me know your opinions on them and just let me know. 

Halloween Special Fic: I am planning on doing a special fic as usual, but I want to know what supernatural creature you all may want, let me know in the comments: Vampire, Witch, Were-animal, Ghost, etc. Let me know, the one with the most comments will be it and maybe I'll do the others after Halloween. :D

Any questions feel free to ask. 
  • Mood: Hungry
  • Listening to: The TV
  • Reading: Ever After High: The Story Book of Legends
  • Watching: New York: ER
  • Playing: Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Blue Rescue Team
  • Eating: Pringles (Regular Flavour)
  • Drinking: Big Red
My Papa passed away on Monday Oct. 20th at 9:25 PM.

I don't know what to feel yet...I'm just numb.

I love him dearly still.

He is no longer in pain, so that is a blessing and I am at peace about that...

But losing him...I feel...lost and numb...
  • Mood: Anguish
  • Listening to: The TV
  • Reading: Nothing 0.0
  • Watching: Maury
  • Playing: Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Blue Rescue Team
  • Eating: Nothing
  • Drinking: H2O

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Carlette Martin (Salacia Tianna)
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hi, I'm Carlette some people call me Carly but i prefer my full 1st name lest you insist. lol. anyway....I am a 20 year old sophmore in college to become a school teacher. i am obsessed with 90s cartoons and kids shows, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, and Manga. My current anime obsession is Hetalia Axis Powers.

I love to write FanFic and other things, but FanFic is what i post the most...hey that rhymes...and that just reminded me, in every FanFic the leading lady is named after my alter ego Salacia. If you ask nicely you can call me that or Sal...but call me Sally and you die.

Also something i should note, i am outspoken and opinionated but openminded...in the sense that i am damn sure I'm right but know that hey i might be wrong and if so...so be it. and if i say something to upset you...please just leave it be...there is no point in calling out that i did not cater to your personal sensitivities. Also if you do call me on it i might just insult you again...on purpose. Just kidding...or am I? I was not raised to lie or sugar coat things so i tend not to do either this is just a warning to those who want me to do those things...it's never gonna happen. If you want me to lie, say so, don't ask and expect one. If you want my honsest opinion...just be prepared to get what you asked for.

I will also make a note on my deviant name TSsweets...that the TS stands for Tourettes Syndrome. I have this disorder and thus am a highly functioning Autistic woman. this is an area that i am opinionated in. I have this...er..."disability"...all mother i hate that word...but that does not make me less than anyone else.

Also i am a pagan and i am not ashamed of this fact. i have no problem with Christianity or most of those who believe in it but i do have an issue when a person tells me i'm going to hell or they try to convert me. I don't down talk your religion or try to push mine on you I would love it if you would extend me the same courtasy.

Well...that's about all for now...oh wait i have a small obsession with the Russian language, culture and country. And Hetalia has made this obsession worse. :iconsexyrussiaplz:

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Current Residence: Right Behind You
Favourite genre of music: ANY as long as i like it
Favourite cartoon character: Daria or Jane
Personal Quote(s): "C'est La Vie" *such is life
"Drowning is my third favorite way to die, but zhey are all good." -Creepy Susie (the Oblongs)
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freckly-voodoo-doll Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Hey I'm rewriting your fic
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Englandfan563 Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
hey girl
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TSsweets Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Hey, how are you?
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AkasunaYuki3 Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2014
I never knew you wrote the bound service with the Nordics?!?! I read em all (except Denmark) and loved it can't wait till the next part with the Asians~ You truly are an amazing writer congrats poppet!~
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TSsweets Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much. And yes. I have. :3 the Asians one is almost all posted. 
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AkasunaYuki3 Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2014
I even read the Kirkland ones omg iggy was such a twat in all cept his
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TSsweets Featured By Owner Jul 30, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I know, but it made the most sense that way. 
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RaineKokoro Featured By Owner Jun 28, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
YOU HAVE REUTNRED!!!!!

SANCTUARY.
SANCTUARY.
SANCTUARYYYYY
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hyper-otaku Featured By Owner May 8, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
hey, your request is finally done. I am terribly sorry for the long wait, but real life was a bit harsh on me for quite some time. Hope you like it :))

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TSsweets Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks and sorry i didn't check these until now...life's been stressful. lol. 
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