Hetalia England x Reader x America: The New Handmaiden

You

You were on your computer.

As always.

'(Name) get off your stupid computer for a second! Can't you go outside?' Your mom knocked on your bedroom door, trying to open the locked door knob.

'Didn't you say I needed a part time job? I'm looking for one! Geez, god.' You rolled your eyes, feeling a bit guilty for yelling back at your mom. Getting back on Youtube and watching the endless cringe compilations.

'You know, this saddens me... You used to play with your pets, talk to me and your father... But now all you do is look at that white screen all day... Is it really that entertaining? What can I do for you to speak with me?' The voice of your mother was smothered by the sound of the video, so you couldn't actually hear her over the feminazi screams. Your mother sighed. 'Good night sweetie...' And left the room to go cook dinner, knowing well that you had ordered a pizza for yourself. 

You closed the tab, and opened one that had been looking at. ''Homemaiden needed in central London''. You were a good cleaner and cook, even though you lately have been going lazier, and maybe you could meet some people while at it, make some of your own money... It would be nice. The interview is on Sunday, so you still have a day. You noted down the house's number, and closed your PC. You couldn't even look at it now... Maybe with the money that you earn you could pay for some family vacations... Your father works a lot to keep his shop running and your mother has the stress of being a teacher. You smiled, maybe you're not as mean as you thought. That would please them, they deserve it after all. 

The doorbell rang, you got up from that stinkin' chair and unlocked the door, stepping out to go get your pizza deliverie. You payed the man and thanked him, as you were returning to your room, you stopped on your tracks and frowned a bit. You decided to turn around and join your family for dinner.