Story of the Heart. (Germany x Reader)

Heart's Beginning

        Here it was, my new home. Well, not really. I was going from house to house, maintaining the care of the owner and house. I was a housemaid, you see, and as soon as my job was done at one estate, I would pack up and move to the next one who hired me.
        But this time was different, much different. It was because, as fate would have it, that every personified country had hired me to maintain the building in which they all held meetings. They all hired me personally, one after the next, to take care of each of their housing units in the meeting place.
        The place was like a mansion. Maybe because it was a mansion. It was beautiful too, I'm not sure how to describe it, but I think it was the way the sun hit it. It made the building look like a masterpiece. I nearly had a heart attack when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I whipped around, nearly falling over as I whirled on my heels.
        "Ciao Bella! I just notice that you looked super cute and was wondering if you would go on a da-" He was cut off when a (overly) tall guy smacked the back of his head.
        "Excuse him... he's not all there in the head." He had a pressed look on his face. Poor guy probably can't sleep at night. He had a thick German accent as well, and he had slick blonde hair, with stunning blue eyes. He was well built to, if you now what I mean...
        "N-no problem! I've d-dealt with worse, heh heh..." Way to look like an idiot. Stupid me... My awkward feeling left when I noticed other cars pulling up. They must've been the other countries. That's when it hit me when The two standing in front of me were Germany (and assuming, since the Italian accent) Italy.
        "Well, I gotta go... uhh, bye!" And with that seriously stupid goodbye, I ran off into the meeting building and luckily found the maid's quarters. I grabbed the maid's uniform and quickly changed. The outfit was simple, Just a black blouse with a dark grey skirt, and a white apron.
        "Why must I always be so weird and say the dumbest things?! Why can't I just, be normal ?" I sighed and looked in the mirror. I didn't look half bad, the skirt fit perfectly, but the blouse seemed to be to small. It showed of my breasts more than I would like it to. I tried to find a different one, one that fit better, but my bad luck was step ahead of me. I realized that the blouse was supposed to fit tightly like that.
        "What a perv, whoever designed this top." I grumbled, slightly embarrassed at the thought of having to work around so many men, wearing something like this.

        Time passed, it was already dark outside, but I could still hear the talking of the countries in the main room as the world meeting went on. I didn't even think they were discussing world issues anymore, I took a small step inside the room, and it looked like the countries were hanging out instead doing what they were supposed to. Once again, I had to hold back my fight instincts as I felt someone hug me from behind.
        "It's you again bella!" It was Italy again, and his hug was making my lungs collapse.
        "H-hey... Italy..." I wheezed. I tried to pry his arms apart, but for someone so small, he was surprisingly strong.
        "I think maid-chan is hurting, Italia-san." A Japanese man said, but I almost didn't hear him. Italy finally let go and I sucked in sweet oxygen. Damn, my lungs almost gave out!
        "How can he resist? She is adorable!" A Frenchman said. I swear I saw a couple heads nod in agreement. It was Germany who finally asked the question, to which I didn't have an answer.
        "What are you doing here?" He towered over me and he especially looked irritated. I wrung my hands nervously and fidgeted as I sorted through my head, trying to find the right answer.
        "She's the maid, right? She's probably here to ask if we need anything." A brit with especially thick eyebrows said. My mouth hung open slightly, he just answered for me! My luck was changing! (By a super tiny bit).
        "Yes! Yes, uh... do you guys um, need anything?" I stuttered.
        "A nap."
        "A break."
        "A girlfriend."
        I had to cover my mouth to stop laughing. That last response was just to funny, such a shame I couldn't pinpoint who said it. Germany massaged his temples and sighed, obviously no one was taking this meeting seriously. I felt kinda bad for him, y'know? Have you ever just suddenly felt sympathy for someone who's having a rough day? I turned to him and smiled.
        "How 'bout you, Germany? You need anything?" He shook his head. "No... I'm okay." I frowned, he looked so sad for just the slightest moment.
        "Are you sure there's nothing I can do for you? I can get you some wat-"
       "Actually, can you get me a beer?" The question caught me off guard, I'm pretty sure your not supposed to drink while your doing your job. But he looks like he could really use one, so I smile and head off to the kitchen anyway...