You sighed as you walked through the quiet streets of the city. Why are you walking around you ask? Well it turns out that your parents kicked you out because you were "already 18".
So, you needed a job and FAST!!
At least your parents had the decency of getting you an apartment with all the necessities inside already. That was kind of the only thing you were thankful for at the moment...
Here's another thing you were flustered about...you can sing. It's not a bad thing, it's just that your friends keep on pressuring you to audition somewhere and every time you're like 'Oh, ok, yeah, sure...SIKE!!'
Anyway, while thinking of your 'suck-y life at the moment' story, your (e/c) eyes darted left and right looking for a sign. A 'HELP WANTED' sign, to be exact.
After what seemed like an hour(more like 5 mins...) you saw a...highlighter poster with 'help wanted' on it.
"Well, it's a job...and it pays HOLY SHIT BALLS!!$20 an hour?! I better haul ass if i wanna get this job!"
And with that, YOU WERE OFF~
[ Time Skip brought to you by Mr.Puffin]
You got to the steps of a pretty big house...You know what? Screw it, the house was HUGE!
After you got over your 'awe~' you rang the doorbell. A couple seconds later, the door swung open revealing a very cute looking man. He had violet eyes, short light blond hair, a white beret thing on his head, and a troubled face.
"Hello, what can I do for you?" he asked.
"Mmmm...OH! um...I-I'm here for the 'maid' position..." you showed him the poster while mentally scolding yourself for being so...lost.
"OH THANK GOODNESS!!" the man said as he pulled you in. You two walked(more like ran)to, what you guessed, was the living room. Once you got there, you instantly regretted grabbing that poster off that pole. It. was. a. total. mess.
There was a man with wild, blonde hair running around with a beer bottle in his hand screaming who knows what. A man with dull blue eyes, light blond hair with a cross in it, and a strange floating curl was trying to make a boy with purple eyes and silver-white hair call him 'big brother'. Another blonde man with blue eyes, glasses, tallness...(?) that was trying to calm a "sailor-looking boy" down.
"Hey you guys!" the man who pulled you in the house said...Nobody listened. He tried again.
"HEY you guys!"...still. nothing. He tried again, but with more 'umph'
"HEY YOU GUYS!!!"....They all looked at us.
"GOSH FINNY you don't got to yell!!!" the man with the beer slurred out.
The man with the floating curl wacked him over the head with a wooden spoon( i have no idea where that came from)
"*ahem*" the one called 'Finny' cleared his throat "This is...umm..." He trailed off. 'Ok, first impression. Here it goes.' you thought.
"Hi! My name is (f/n)! I assume i'm gonna be your new maid!".......'#awkwardsilence' you thought.
"Well, hello (f/n)! My name is Tino!" The cheery one
"I AM MATTHIAS, THE KING-" The drunk one
"Lukas..." The mysterious one
"Emil" The cool one
"...Berwald..." The quiet one
"I'm Peter!" The younger one
[Time skip to nighttime]
"(f/n), how about you stop cleaning for a minute and take a break..." Lukas asked you.
"Are you sure? I mean, is there anything else you want me to do?"
"Well,n-" he got cut off by a cheery voice.
"Excuse me miss (f/n)! Can you read me a bed-time story? PLEASE ?!" Oh, little Peter..
"Of course, let's go"
~~In Peter's room~~
You got Peter ready for bed and tucked him in. "So what would you like me to read?" you asked in a calm voice.
"Hmm...can you sing me a lullaby?!" Oh there's that word again. Sing.
"Umm sure. Does it matter what lullaby?" He shook his head."Oh Ok. Here I go,then..." (A/N: You sing as good as Ariana Grande, she was my inspiration!!You are singing 'Nothing is too wonderful to be true' Ariana Grande version!!)
Look at the way the moon behaves~
Look at the way she paints a silver
ribbon on the waves~
One thing i've learned that I'll share
Nothing is too wonderful to be true~
~~meanwhile outside Peter's door~~
The other five nordics heard singing from Peter's room, so they went to investigate.
Through the half-open door, they saw you and Peter on his bed with you singing. They thought it was beautiful, but nobody said anything...
~~Back with you~~
Each moments opens like a flower~
The age of miracles comes every hour
on the hour~
Turn every corner there's something new~
And nothing is too wonderful to be true~
You stopped, noticing that Peter was asleep, and carefully got of the bed, then quietly walked towards the door.
Once the nordics heard you stop they saw you coming towards the door. The all booked it to the living room and sat on the couch(or chair in Emil's case) and started doing their own thing. Like reading, watching t.v., or talking with Mr.Puffin.
You walked in the living room seeing the other five so caught up in what they were doing. Tino looked up from his upside-down(he picked it up so fast that he didn't notice it was upside-down...durrrrr) newspaper and looked at you with kind eyes.
"Hey (f/n), is Peter asleep?"
"Yeah it took awhile, but it happened! Hahaha..." you trailed off feeling SUPER tired.
"How about we all go to sleep now? It's late and i'm tired..." Emil said while rubbing his eyes cutely.
"Ya' m' too..." said Berwald as he got up from his seat.
"(f/n), would you like to sleep in the guest room? It's pretty late and we don't want you to go at this time." Matthias said(he got over his drunk-ness long time ago)
"Mhmm yeah sure thank you.." you said about to fall asleep on the spot.
Tino led you to the room and told you goodnight. You said goodnight, too, as your eyelids started to close. And before you knew it, your mind drifted off into dreamland...