HETALIA ONE SHOTS

-ii. runaway cinderella: britian x reader

Britain x fem reader
Theme: Fairytale au ( this takes place in the early 1900s England in an alternate timeline.)
Warnings: none

- author's note: I did not like the plot of the original, so I decided to change it up a bit to fit the original tale.

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England, 1901

You sighed sadly as you began sweeping the floor of the mansion you lived in. Even though the house was yours due to your family having it for generations, it didn't even feel like a home to you at all.

Ever since your mother passed away when you were a young child, your father had been raising you to be independent and a kind soul to others. You had never once raised your voice at another individual and you were always empathetic. Your mother taught you that kindness should be rewarded and good things will come, even if the universe threw you a curveball sometimes.

One of those curveballs was that your father remarried the cruelest stepmother the universe had ever created.

Your stepmother was a wicked one indeed. At first, you thought she was just like your mother, kind and helpful, wanting you to succeed. 

But it was all a lie after your dad passed away at the age of nine. She revealed that she was cold as ice, making you her servant, doing the chores of the house, getting the groceries, making the food, etc. It did not help that your evil stepsisters were just as wicked as she, demanding you to make the most elegant dresses, to cook them the best meals. Not once in your 22 years of living, have you heard them ever thank you for everything you have done. They took you for granted as a joke.

And today was one of those days. One of the people from the palace had invited the entire family to the ball of the prince. Of course, you wanted to go and enjoy yourself, but your stepmother wouldn't let you go, not until the chores of the house were done. But by the time you were going to get ready, you saw that the carriage had already left, your stepsisters and stepmother laughing at you, that you were a fool for believing that a servant girl, would ever go to a lavish ball.

Your eyes had begun to fill up with tears, as they were right. Only a fool would go to the ball, especially since you did not have a gown and carriage to go to.

You went outside and sat down on the footsteps of the terrace of your house. The stone steps provided you with so much comfort and slowly, the tears began to fall out.

"Why?", you muttered to yourself as you cried quietly. "What is the point of dreaming, if dreams are a temporary haven to reality? Are my dreams slowly fading on me?"

A soft hand was now caressing your hair. "Now, now child, don't say that. Everyone deserves to dream."

You shook your head, the tears falling a bit more. 'I don't know if it's worth it anymore."

The figure smiled at you gently. "But my dear, patience is a virtue.

"Yes I know, but-" you raised your head up, as for certain you could have sworn everyone had left the mansion.

So who was this voice that was caressing your hair and speaking to you kindly? You turned around and saw a woman with short blonde hair and eyes as blue as the ocean. She had a short-sleeved sweetheart silver dress that reached to her feet and was sparkly. Her wings were transparent and glowing. She had a wand in her hand, that was white with silver decorations on it.

You were startled up, this stranger was now in your home and it had magic floating all around it?

She cleared her throat, giving you a warm smile. "Hello my dear, I'm-"