Literature
Greece x Maid!Reader
You sighed to yourself smiling as you looked at Greece's Living room.
There were cats, EVRYWHERE.
You smiled as they jumped from couch to couch, scampered around the floor, and every now and again, tripped over each other as they tried to get wherever they wanted to go.
You made your way forward, careful not to trip over them, or step on one, as you made your way to the kitchen, your (h/c) locks trailing after you.
You squeaked as you skidded to a halt on the tiled kitchen floor, you slid a little in your black, knee-high socks.
You were a Maid, and you worked for a man named Greece
well, that's what everyone called him anyway.
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