Moments [Hetalia x Reader]

17. Royalty

Royalty AU. I honestly love royalty AUs with Hetalia.

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109. Royalty

The ball will be held at 7 PM tonight at the House of Habsbourg. (Y/n) hurried to her mistress's room. She knocked gracefully on the large oak door of the room.

"You can come in!" She heard her mistress shout.

(Y/n) walked in and bowed, "Hello, Mistress. What do you need help with?"

Elizabeta laughed slightly as she turned to her, "You've worked here for so long, you don't have to be so formal."

"But it's impolite to refer to you casually mistress. You are royalty after all." (Y/n) protested. Elizabeta waved her off before continuing.

"Can you help me get dressed for the ball tonight?"

"Of course."

Elizabeta wasn't a stereotypical member of royalty. She used to hate her position when she was younger and would dress like a boy. That eventually changed when she got engaged to an Austrian man by the name of Roderich Edelstein. The two fell in love like a sappy love story and now Elizabeta was more feminine. Not to say she wasn't boyish, she still retained some parts of her old personality.

(Y/n) was hired as a maid for Elizabeta after all the other maids she had happened to tick her off in a certain way. (Y/n) was a polite young woman that wasn't rich nor was she poor but needed a job. She was hired and surprisingly did not tick her master off.

Elizabeta and (Y/n) bonded as friends soon enough which leads into present time.

(Y/n) lightly brushed her hair back into place before starting to work. She helped Elizabeta with the corset, tying the ribbons tightly.

Next, she moved onto the dress. (Y/n) handled the beautiful dress carefully and helped Elizabeta get dressed. When she finished, she heard knocking on the window.

(Y/n) and Elizabeta turned their heads and saw an albino man with red eyes.

"Kesesese! How's my favourite maid doing?" he crackled and laughed.

"I am doing well Lord Beilschmidt. May I suggest you leave before my mistress decides to hit you with her frying pan again," the (h/c)-haired maid smiled politely.

Elizabeta's arm was twitching, preparing to reach for her infamous frying pan. Gilbert just laughed.

"Ja, I'll see jour later," he waved and left quickly, jumping down from the tree he was in.

"I forgot he would be here today, along with that the Romanian," Elizabeta grumpily sighed and shook her head. (Y/n) gave a small pitying smile.

"I wish you the best of luck in dealing with them."

"Thank you! This is why you're my favourite," she declared brightly, ruffling the smaller maid's head. (Y/n) smoothed down her hair after the hair attack. "Let's continue getting you dressed."

(Y/n) styled Elizabeta's hair, put makeup on her, picked out shoes for her and picked out other accessories to put on her such as earrings. Finally, they were done.

"You look stunning, Mistress."

Elizabeta twirled in her dress, "Thanks."

The ball would begin soon and (Y/n) had to go prepare the other things needed for it. She politely excused herself and left. She walked quickly to the kitchen to make sure the food was all prepared along with the drinks. Soon after, the ball had begun.

The ballroom was filled with royalty and important people from around the world. (Y/n) held drinks and walked around handing the drinks to people. Sometime later, she caught a glimpse of Elizabeta arguing with Vladimir, a Romanian prince that Elizabeta didn't get along with. They often act like cats and dogs.

"Miss (Y/n)!" (Y/n) heard a cheerful voice shout. She turned around and saw Feliciano Vargas with his brother, Lovino Vargas. When Feliciano lived with Elizabeta and Roderich when he was young, (Y/n) took care of him and his brother when a Spanish man named Antonio dropped him off to stay for a while.

Feliciano bounced over to her and wrapped her in a hug while giving her the standard Italian greeting, "I haven't-a seen you in so-a long! I miss you!"

(Y/n) giggled softly, "I miss you too, Feliciano."

She turned to Lovino with the drinks in one hand had Feliciano hanging off the other.

"Don't you miss me too?" she teased the older brother with a smile.

"Of course I did, idiota," he mumbled out with a slightly flushed face. The (e/c)-eyed female held out an arm as an invitation for him to join the hug. He looked hesitant but with a combination of her and Feliciano's puppy eyes, he eventually gave in and stepped into the hug.

(Y/n) was released from the hug a couple of minutes later when two voices called out to Feliciano.

The more noticeable voice was from a tall blonde man with blue eyes who was the prince of Germany. The quieter voice belonged to a man with black hair and brown eyes who was the prince of Japan. When Lovino saw the blonde man he whispered "potato bastard" under his breath.

"Feliciano! Vhere did jou go? Kiku and I have been looking for jou since jou ran off," the prince of Germany scolded Feliciano.

"Ve~ Sorry Luddy," Feliciano apologized.

"Who is this?" the prince of Japan asked as he turned his head towards (Y/n).

"This is-a (Y/n)! She raised me when I-a lived with Mr. Roderich. Ah. Miss (Y/n), these are my-a friends!" Feliciano pointed at the prince of Germany, "That's-a Ludwig," his arm shifted to the prince of Japan, "and that's-a Kiku!"

(Y/n) bowed out of respect, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Ja. It's nice to meet jou as vell."

"Hai."

(Y/n) tilted her head a little and saw a brief resemblance between Ludwig and Gilbert.

"Lord Ludwig, are you by chance related to Gilbert Beilschmidt?"

He looked slightly surprised but nodded, "Ja. Jou know him?"

"Yes, he shows up here quite often."

Ludwig sighed, "I apologize for anything he had done."

(Y/n) blinked. "Oh, don't worry, he hasn't done anything," she reassured.

She talked with the three princes for a while before they went to socialize with some of the other people at the ball.

"Bye, Bella!" Feliciano waved, his curl bouncing as he left.

"Are you going to go socialize, Lovino?" (Y/n) asked the Southern Italian next to her as she passed him a drink. He took a sip and shook his head.

"No. Not many people like me as-a much as mio fratello," he admitted.

[Mio fratello: My brother (Italian)]

The confession broke (Y/n)'s heart, "Would you like to stay with me then?"

Lovino looked around and nodded, "Si. I don't want to talk to-a that tomato bastard today."

(Y/n) smiled.

End!

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