Bound Servitude: Nordics Chapter Seven

Forgive my attempt at Sweden's accent. Please.

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Sweden had, as of late, been asking (Name) to help him out more than usual. This made her very happy. She happily followed his instructions to a T. She would organize papers or even just sit with him, sometimes he called her in because he wanted to hear that lullaby she sang to him again. It always made him smile and that made the young servant even happier.

She ran a hand through her hair as she sat in Sweden’s room reading a book while he filled out his paper work. Finland was busy with his own work and he wanted some company so he wouldn’t be lonely. She happily did so, she began to drift off a bit, she had been up late with that blasted letter to Santa. Why was it so hard to ask for something? Maybe it was because it was imprinted in her to want to just take care of others and take nothing in return. She also had to wonder about just why Finland wanted those letters written so early. She sighed, it wasn’t her place to question her Master’s wishes, all she had to do was obey. She closed her eyes and rubbed them with one hand. It couldn’t hurt to rest her eyes for a moment.


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(Name) jolted awake to the feeling of someone brushing their long fingers through her hair. She jumped and looked up seeing her ever-glaring Master looking down at her from sitting on the edge of the bed. She was shocked; she had never fallen asleep on the job before. She sat straight up and sputtered out apologies, practically begging him for forgiveness. He placed a hand gently on her lips, politely asking her to stop apologizing.

“It’s ‘lr’ght.” He told her, “I ‘nd’rst’nd.”

She nodded, tears of fear still in her eyes, she didn’t want to anger him, it had taken her so long to earn his trust and she had thrown it away by falling asleep when she was supposed to be keeping him company.

“I…I really didn’t mean to, sir.” She said.

“I kn’w. It d’sn’t b’th’r me. Y’’r st’ll ‘n h’re, st’ll k’’p’ng me c’mp’ny.” He said.

She nodded seeing the sincerity in his eyes, “Thank you sir, I’d hate to upset you.”

He shook his head and gently ran his fingers through her hair again. She blushed softly, sure the gesture wasn’t sexual but it was very intimate. It showed that she meant something to him in a way, or it could have just been his way of expressing his gratefulness for her.

“Y’u c’n t’ke a n’p ‘f y’u n’’d.” he said, “Y’u h’ve my p’rm’ss’on.”

She blushed and bit her lip, “I…I would love to take you up on that offer, but I…I need to make lunch for everyone.” She said nervously.

He nodded and instructed her join him again. He didn’t tell her why, but she thought it was because he was lonely, he wanted some company while Finland was busy with work. He reminded her of Norway in that sense, he wouldn’t say it but he wanted company.

(Name) made a nice lunch sausage and greens, carrying two plates up to Sweden’s room, being stopped by a shocked Dane and promising to spend time with him later. She served Sweden his lunch and very delicately nibbled on hers. She really did hate eating in front of people.

After the two finished their meals she carried the dishes downstairs and washed them before heading back up to find Sweden sitting in his bed with a book in his hands. He motioned her over to sit beside him. She did as he asked without question. She picked up the book she had been reading and opened it again.

After only a moment her eyes began to droop again but she shook her head, waking herself back up, “I’m sorry.” She apologized for disturbing the Swede.

He shook his head, “Y’u c’n sl’’p ‘f y’u w’nt to.” He said and wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him in a rather comfortable, laying position.

“Are…are you sure that this is alright?” she asked him.

“I’ll w’ke y’u up ‘n an h’ur or so.” He said.

She nodded and shut her book and got comfortable, she was not one to turn down such a kind offer. She smiled softly and murmured thank you in Swedish to her master. He didn’t really smile, but there was a light in his eyes as she drifted off into a peaceful sleep beside him.


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After dinner that evening (Name) was sitting in the living room with the rest of the members of the house. They were all relaxing and she was mulling over her Santa letter again. What could she ask for? She could ask Finland, but she didn’t want to disturb him at that moment, he and Sweden were in a deep conversation about something that was way over her head. She sighed and shut her notebook, especially when she felt a little white dog pawing at her leg.

She smiled and picked Hanatamago up and placed her into her lap and scratched her ears. She smiled at the little fluff ball and was greeted with shocked looks.

“Wow, (Name) Hana doesn’t like anyone but those two, how is it that she’s so sweet with you?” Denmark asked her.

She shrugged, “I don’t really know, but I don’t mind at all.” She said with a smile.

Finland smiled at her and reached over petting the white dog a few times and grinned happily before looking at her and asking how her letter was going.

“It’s going good, in fact I’m almost done with it.” She said with a forced smile.

He nodded and smiled happily.


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Just before bed that night (Name) made her way to Finland’s room, she wanted to ask him about what he thought she should ask for. When he opened his door and she posed the question he looked at her surprised and smiled softly as he told her to ask for what she wished for deep in her heart. Even if she thought it impossible, she should still ask.

(Name) nodded and walked back to her room and curled up in her bed and began to ponder what she desired more than anything. What was her deepest wish anyway?