Oliver Kirkland and the Cake Factory
Chapter Two
A 2P "Hetalia" Fanfiction
High pitched squeaks echoed through the empty shop as Oliver cleaned down all the tables and equipment to perfection. This wouldn't have taken him quite as long had he an assistant, though he was comforted by the notion of having a new person in mind. Oliver thought of Max again. Max cleaned his wounds and wrapped them, and then as soon as Oliver could walk normally he was sent off. Max never smiled the entire time nor was he much to talk to.
Who cares about Al? Oliver thought and grinned. He began setting all the cleaning materials away. Max would be a more efficient worker and he can't hate Oliver that much as he did help him. Everything about Max made him a better choice than Al. Oliver figured that before any requesting or kidnapping was done it would be worth it to stalk the man. Work for the day was done and it was time to play.
The cake factory was in the same city as Max's house. However Oliver did have to be careful as he knew Al and Max lived fairly close together. The last thing Oliver wanted was another assault from his past friend. He stalked around the area until he located Max's abode. "Just as humble as before." Oliver smiled as he compared it to the gaudy house Al lived in.
Knocking wouldn't do. Oliver sat and waited, out of sight of course. Eventually Max walked out into his yard, pulling his wavy mass of hair into a ponytail. Oliver peeked out from his hiding place to observe and examine Max's outfit that day. Red suspenders and a plaid shirt. The clothes looked like they had mud stains in every which location.
Is this a good moment to talk to him? Oliver questioned himself. He thought maybe if he spoke to Max for a while first he could sway him to volunteer to work at the cake factory, no kidnapping required. Yes, he would speak to the man. Oliver prepared himself as did school girls before they spoke to their crushes. He stepped into the open, straightening his pink bow-tie. "Hello, Max!" Oliver Kirkland grinned, his eyes lit up as he greeted his latest obsession.
Max sighed and looked over at the obnoxious little man. He had nothing really against Oliver that was personal, though he wasn't fond of what Oliver did to Al. "Oh. I take it they are healing nicely?" Even the marks on Oliver's face and neck were fading and almost unnoticeable with the make-up that covered them.
"Yes! Thanks to you." The reply was a sweet thank you. Oliver was genuinely thankful for what Max did. Max just nodded and mumbled a dismissing remark before turning and walking off, presumably to do some work in what was obviously work attire. Oliver was a tad offended at getting brushed off so easily. He huffed and strolled home, tomorrow was another day to try again.
Bright and early Oliver had all of his outfits strewn all over his room. He discarded anything dark and dreary looking to a secluded pile. Oliver then tried on all of his clothes, finding the one that gave him just that right curve, didn't make his butt look too big and of course it had to have bright pink on it. He finally settled on one and made his way to the washroom to cover the fading injuries with makeup. This had to get Max's attention.
Again on this day Max easily walked away from conversation with Oliver and didn't even give a second glance at the outfit, which by the way made Oliver's butt look very nice, at least Oliver thought so. This went on for a couple weeks. Oliver would prep and be in a different outfit every day. One day he was even in a pink leopard pattern vest. And each time Max would ignore it all and after a simple greeting walk off to do his business.
Oliver decided then that a new course of action must be taken. Although he hadn't wanted to resort to kidnapping it seemed to be the only option here. How else would he get Max to pay attention to him? Max would be his assistant and if he wouldn't let him talk long enough to be able to propose the idea than force was necessary.
Back home Oliver was preparing a room for the event. He pulled a chair, some rope and a blindfold and a gag. It was more convenient to have everything ready in case the captured individual woke up before he or she was restrained. That night Oliver planned on heading out to take Max into his custody, and Max wouldn't exactly be able to say no to the idea of being Oliver's assistant. He giggled and loaded up a couple tranquilizer guns just in case they were needed. Oliver than put on his oven mitts and pulled out the pan of cupcakes he had just made and decorated them. In the icing was a strong mixture of Chloral Hydrate, not enough to kill a person on one cupcake but more than enough to knock him or her out.
It was late but Oliver didn't care. He made his way again to Max's house. Once there he knocked on the door, holding the cupcakes in an intricate container. Max wearily opened the door and glanced with a slight frown at his visitor. "What do you want?" he mumbled, glancing back at his TV to see as much of the hockey game as he could.
Oliver laughed. "I made these and wondered if you would want any? They are maple cupcakes!" he batted his eyelashes a couple times at Max while wearing a sheepish smile. Max rolled his eyes.
"You've been bothering me a lot lately." The taller one sighed. "Want to come in and watch the rest of the game?"