Twisting Past: Old Countryhumans X Reader

Chapter 41: Stress

Rome-51 BCE
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Y/N cleaned the old palace and being harassed by the soldiers, and higher-ups at the place was exhausting. It annoyed them, and the only haven for them was going to Rome himself.

Rome calms the servant down with his soothing voice and the lullabies he sang to Y/N. It was calming, and they appreciated it.

From time to time, they would catch the Roman Empire training or fighting against other soldiers. It amazed them to see the empire in action. He must be at least stronger than Reich or Soviet, but his speed doesn't even match Holy's.

Yes, Y/N saw Holy in action once against Hapsburg and Prussia. His strength wasn't the best, but his speed was fast. Though Y/N have heard Fascist complimenting Japanese Empire on her speed and strength. It made them wonder who would win, Holy or Japan..?

Anyways, right now, Y/N was relaxing with Rome, or more like Rome was having a nice bath while Y/N stays beside him being his only company at the moment.

"The soldiers are so annoying.. at least Egypt wasn't as bad as here!" Y/N complained. They squeezed the cloth as hard as they could as it let go of warm water from the fabric.

The capital chuckled at the frustration of the servant. "Well, sorry to say this, but you are a lower class than they are. The hierarchy is unfair, yes, but that's how it works here."

"I hate it.." Y/N mumbles, through every generation of class systems, this one was the worse. After being a servant of the Russian family, a duke, lieutenant, and soldier. They're now at the lowest of the low, a serf who cleans the most important things here in Rome.

Luckily, Roman hasn't been around to see the servant work their ass off, which is good because then he wouldn't have to lay a finger or rather.. a fist at their already weakened form.

The soldiers have not shown mercy towards Y/N. They were pushed, punched, tossed, and everything. It makes them tear up at thought of the home they miss so dearly, not Egypt. Their HOME home, the home where they're comfortable and didn't have to worry about conflicts or wars.

"Y/N?"

Y/N looks up to the capital. They rub their eyes and cleared their throat. They placed the twisted rag in the warm water where it sucked up the hot soapy liquid.

"Were you thinking about your home?" Rome asked, his voice low and smooth. He's delicate to the serf, and they appreciate it. Even though he was of a higher class, he still showed respect to Y/N despite them being different.

Y/N stayed quiet for a bit before feeling a hand holding onto theirs. They could feel Rome's grip tightening around their hand. Rome was their comfort buddy, and they were his.

"I'll protect you, and if Roman Empire has a problem with it, then he can talk to me about it," Rome said gripping onto Y/N's hand as if they would leave him.

Y/N looked at him. They sighed and gave the capital a small smile. Berlin wasn't like this, but then again, he had hidden his feelings from them. And it seems like Rome isn't afraid to express his feelings towards them.

"Thanks.."
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Y/N was yet again cleaning, but this time in the Empire's chambers. The amount of armor and weapons that took up most of the room. There was a bear rug in the middle, and behind it was a large king-sized bed with similar blankets and pillows compared to Holy's chambers.

Red scarlet with golden patterns decorated on it. It makes them think about the Holy's passing. It aches their heart heavily.

And here comes the empire himself. His armor was, of course, damaged by the many sparing he did with his soldiers. He seems to have busted his lip since it was bleeding.

Roman Empire walked past the servant and sat on his bed, taking off his helmet and smoothing out his ruffled hair. Y/N paid no mind. Their thoughts were in a different place. Suddenly, the sound of a sword falling made them jump.

Roman chuckled as he got up from his bed, "Don't be afraid, I must've set my sword down the wrong way." The empire said as he put his weapon away calmly. A red/cyan-colored feather was shown on the ground.

Interesting...

"I do appreciate you taking your time cleaning the palace. Perhaps I should give you a break tomorrow and send you to Greece and Byzantine for a while." Roman thought out loud. He walked around as he hummed.

"Yes, I think I should send you to the Greeks. In the meantime, Rome and I will be checking on Egypt." Roman clapped his hands together as he formed a smile on his face.

"Thank you, sire.." Y/N managed to say while they bowed their head down towards the Empire.

"No need to thank me, I should be thanking you for what you've been doing! I shouldn't have doubted Byzantine's suggestion."

Roman sat back down at his scarlet bed, and he lay down as he rested his eyes. I guess this would be a sign for Y/N TO LEAVE AND quote STARING AT GHE GUY.

I KNOW HE LOOKS 'MAJESTIC' BUT QUIT SIMPING! And I'm looking at the ppl who are thirsty as hell for Gunther and Felix.

Y/N took their supplies and left the chambers quietly. They can hear the chatter and laughs of the soldiers down the halls, which made the servant walk faster, fearing that if they were found, they would be beaten down.

They made it to a different room and shut the door immediately, they look around and saw that they were in a sauna-like room. Steam was practically everywhere, and they could see a few figures.

Y/N looked away at the thought of them being naked even though the steam blocked the sight. The figures didn't see the servant enter the room, which was a relief to Y/N.

The servant quietly left the room and closed the door quickly. They rested their back against the door and sighed. Close call.

The figures could've been countries that were part of the empire, either that or important figures, Y/N doesn't care. They just don't want to be questioned as to why they were there.

The servant took a moment to relax a bit before getting up and going back to work.
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Y/N tiredly walk down the halls, dragging their feet against the smooth floor and leaning on the wall for support. They opened the door to their small room, walked in, and closed the door quietly.

Heading towards their bed, they flopped on their pillow and blanket. Y/N worked to the bone, and they were worn out.

Tomorrow is another day, and hopefully, you'll get your break soon. Or go back to the modern time.