towerofanimus

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Characters: Canada and anyone~ OPEN
Setting: Dormitory level;fourth floor
Format: EITHER
Summary: Canada got a job and it's not as easy as she thought it may be.
Warnings: Annoyed Canada

A. IN THE DORMS

[Canada was assigned a job. A job. Maid really? REALLY? Cue dismal staring at the letter but eventually she is found doing her job. Dusting and cleaning your room, pulling the sheets off your bed and piling them by the door. Why. Why forever why. She appears to be entirely unhappy with this whole situation but she's a tad bit nervous about what might happen if she doesn't do as she's told. She's sure there would be punishment]

B. WASHER/DRIER

[The water is way too hot and it splashes everywhere. She's taken off her jacket but left her suit top on. The last thing she needs is a see through shirt and these are all her clothes right here. Her annoyance as she shifts the hot sheets into the driers turns into pain as she hits her arm on the surface.]

Ow Ow ow--nnn who thought of this stupid job anyways...

C. IN THE DORMS

[The job of course is still not quite done and Canada has brought back those sheets she stole, tucking them in with neat corner like she was taught when she younger. At least this is simple and she can ignore the burn on her arm and the way her hair is falling in her face]

D. FOURTH FLOOR

[Canada's sitting on a couch on the fourth floor, eyes closed. Her hair is still damp from a shower and she only bothered to put on her dress shirt and skirt. It's just too hot and she's too exhausted. Let her relax and nurse her burn]

I hate this place...

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"..." She sighed and smiled fondly. "When did you grow up into a mature petite dame?" she asked tiredly, smoothing Canada's hair.

"And what's this maid business?" She glanced over Canada's clothes and raised a brow.

"Where is the maid dress?"

She sank back against the couch, smiling crookedly.

"There is no outfit, thankfully. I can't imagine doing that in a dress. Apparently this place assigned me a job and I'm to clean and dust and do the linens for everyone. It's exhausting."

And just a little bit hazardous for her health.

"Oho~?" She crossed her legs and began to smile slyly. "Perhaps I should put together a proper uniform for you~?" she teased, a wicked glint enterign her eyes.

Canada rolled her eyes and sighed softly.

"While I'm sure the men would enjoy it, I don't think it's very practical. At least not the ones you are surely thinking of."

"Nonsense~" she huffed, waving a hand nonchalantly over her shoulder. "An appropriately short skirt to show off your legs as well as to keep it from getting tangled between your legs when moving about-" she paused and adopted a thoughtful pose, touching a finger to her lips. "Though shorts could work as well- Oh, bloomers!"
She let out a ridiculously girly squeal at this and clapped her hands excitedly. "It would be so adorable!"

Canada felt her cheeks begin to burn at the idea and France just seemed to get more and more into it as time went on. She shook her head and glanced away.

"I don't want to show off those things to the world."

"But it is such a shame- no, injustice to hide such fine legs~!" she all but sang, gesturing at Canada's covered limbs in questions. "And as for the top, you should really be demonstrating what beautiful montagnes you have!"

Canada shook her head hard. The couch should just swallow her up or something. Please. As the talk turned the chest in question, she immediately crossed her arms over it.

"I am sure these things were quite visible in that suit. I am not trying to catch attention here, I'm trying to go home."

France stopped and sobered, smile slipping from her face as she sighed and stroked Canada's hair gently. "... And if they are right? That home has been destroyed?"

Canada frowned and her face fell. She sighed softly and shrugged. It was okay to be sad and upset and show it. It was France.

"Then I don't know what to do. Am I supposed to make a life here in this tower without my people and with duplicates of my friends and strange new versions?"

France sighed and tugged Canada close again, hugging her while stroking her hair. "We make do until we think of something else." She wouldn't mention her own fears, not to a former colony of hers'.

She kissed the top of Canada's head and murmured, "It'll all be fine."

It was easy to drift back into old habits, letting France stroke her hair, but the new pressures of this place were hard to ignore. The collar on her neck was a constant pressure and like she did every time she got upset, she tugged at it.

"I'm sure you'll do well here. You seem to do well wherever you end up."

She noticed the tugging and lightly grasped Canada's hand to stop her. "You'll irritate the skin underneath if you keep doing that." Though that hadn't stopped her from tearing at her own accursed collar until her throat was raw and bloody the day before.

France then smiled brightly and shrugged. "You learn how to adapt as you grow older, otherwise you can't cope with the new centuries and the wonders they bring." She then snorted and tossed her hair vainly. "Besides, I have dealt with corsetry since they were brought in existence - I think I can handle anything life decides to fling at me after those."

Canada hand stilled and she sighed a little. Irritating the skin would be a minor problem compared to wearing the collar in the first place. Corsetry hmn? She had to laugh at that.

"I still can't believe you wore those. How does one breath with those on? And I am certainly old enough to know about dealing the wonders of the centuries. I was around before you named me Kanada."

She merely batted her lashes and gave her former colony a coy look. "If you are that curious, I was blessed with a couple of mine in my trunk and I'm sure with a few minor adjustments they would fit you quite nicely..."

Canada slunk down a little and refused to meet France's eyes.

"As if my chest needs any help. I think I save that adventure for some other time. Perhaps when...if we get home. When the men aren't here."

She smiled and kissed Canada's forehead lightly. "When we get home then. That's a promise with maman~"

She then tilted her head to examine Canada's bust..........

.......... Before poking at a breast with a fingertip. "You definitely need no assistance here," she chuckled.

Her relief at putting that off for a while only lasted a few moments. The poke got a squeak and a blush from her, arms shifting to cover as much poke-able area as possible.

"M-Maman!"

She laughed airily at this, hugging the girl close again. "Ah, ma petite~ Tu es si mignon~ Never change, d'accord?"

She didn't drop her arms from her chest, but attempted to lean into the hug with the least amount of awkwardness. Her smile made a brief return appearance.

"I try, maman."

"Now then," France continued in a business-like voice, still hugging Canada. "I shall get a proper maid's uniform put together for you! Mon dieu, can you imagine how much happier people would be if you were to be cleaning up dressed properly?"

Canada groaned, not this again. She had so hoped France had dropped that subject for good, but no such luck it appeared.

"You don't have the fabric or needles for that France."

France shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm sure I could fine something somewhere in this damn tower to use~"

Canada could only hope that there was a severe lack of needles in this place.

"Nowhere to get clothes, I mean, there's just sheets and those white suits." She shuddered and curled up a little, "And I am only wearing those when I must. It was terribly embarrassing to meet people--men--everyone like that."

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