Oliver Kirkland and the Cake Factory

Chapter Three

A 2P "Hetalia" Fanfiction

Sometime while watching the hockey game Max got sort of hungry. He glanced over at the tray sitting on Oliver's lap, not really noticing that Oliver hadn't eaten a cupcake himself. Max shrugged and picked one up, he may as well, and took a bite from it.

Oliver saw the action and smiled a little, and soon the Chloral Hydrate was taking effect as Max's eyes looked heavier and heavier until they shut. Oliver set the tray aside and caught Max as he fell over on the couch. Now to get him to the room set aside in the cake factory. Oliver hadn't thought this completely through though…after all Max was pretty heavy.

Of course! It was the perfect time to call upon his lackey's assistance. Oliver pulled out his cell phone, adorned in a bright pink case, and sent his younger brother, Petar Kirkland, a text telling him to come to Max William's house. Petar listened to Oliver without question, he was known for disliking everyone except his big brother. Soon enough Petar knocked on the door and Oliver let him in. Petar was smaller than Oliver but with their combined effort they were able to carry Max to the cake factory.

Petar was quiet the whole time. "Thank you!" Oliver beamed at his younger brother. Petar's face flushed a little and he nodded, heading off on his way and leaving Oliver to tie Max to the chair in the room he had set up prior to the kidnapping. Oliver had Max's wrists and ankles tied, he also blindfolded and gagged him. Smiling at his work he leaned against the wall and watched, knowing it wouldn't be long before his magical drugged cupcakes wore off.

About twenty minutes later Max began to stir, he moved around slowly, dazed and confused. He couldn't see or speak. Oliver bounced over with glee to get a closer glance at his live victim. "Hi!" he sang, Max moved his head in the direction of the voice. "You were so quiet I had a hard time getting your attention! Max, you shouldn't have made me take such drastic measures just to get you here!" Oliver pouted a little as he spoke.

Max grunted, trying to respond. "Oh you want to talk!" Oliver took the gag off.

He received a glare from the contained Max. Oliver didn't move, completely unafraid. "What the fuck is this?" Max spat.

"tsk, tsk, tsk. No swearing." Oliver chided. "I wanted you to be my assistant! And oh believe me I was going to ask you but you never paid me any attention, so kidnapping you seemed to be the best option!"

The taller man stared at Oliver blankly. "All I remember is watching the game and then…taking a bite from one of the cupcakes. What did you put in those things, Oliver?" Max narrowed his eyes.

Oliver rolled his in response. "Just a harmless mixture of Chloral Hydrate in the icing. It is commonly sold as sleep medication, you'll be fine."

A sigh from Max echoed through the small room. Oliver just grinned. "You are going to be my assistant here at the cake factory."

"Do I have a choice?"

"No."

"Why don't you make Petar help you?"

"Because" Oliver's eyes widened with excitement "I'm not as obsessed with him as I am with you!"

Max was about to say something but went silent. He didn't know much about Oliver but he knew enough. Oliver being obsessed with a particular person wasn't necessarily good for the one he was obsessed with, after all, what happened to Al spoke loudly. Max had to watch his steps carefully. True he was probably stronger than the smaller blond man, however in this particular sticky situation he was at Oliver's mercy. "Fine then." Max did his best to stay quiet.

A Pout spread on Oliver's lips. "You don't seem happy about it! Where is the fun if you don't enjoy yourself?" Max was befuddled and didn't know what to say back. Oliver continued to carry the expression of a disappointed child.

The silence from the tied up man got to Oliver, frustrating him. "Hmph! Well I must go get my beauty sleep!" He walked away from Max, pausing to turn around once "I'll check on you in the morning, sleeping like that probably won't be comfortable but meh, you'll survive." He strolled out of the room, leaving Max restrained in the chair.

Back at Max's house there was a knock on the door, it was Al. "Hey! I have some beer! Maaaax open up already!" Al whined. For a while he thought that his adopted brother was ignoring him, as usual, but then he looked over in the window and saw that the TV was off and couch empty. Tonight was hockey night and Max would NEVER be away from watching the game. Al grew suspicious and kicked the door down, he didn't care if Max killed him over that.

Al searched the house for any sort of clue and couldn't come up with anything until he spotted one little thing. He saw, on the side of the left couch cushion, a tiny collective of bright pink icing that had somehow gotten there. Al couldn't imagine Max having anything during the game other than beer and then he remembered that for the past little while that small pest, Oliver, had been trying to get Max's attention. Was it possible that Max actually let him inside? In that case the icing was obviously from Oliver's 'baking' and that left more questions such as: What was in that baking and more importantly…Where was Max? Al was sure Oliver had him and Al knew one thing. Oliver would pay. If the creep hurt his brother in any way, any way whatsoever, he was going to die for it.

As if Al didn't already have enough reasons to hate Oliver, he just got a new one.