Oliver Kirkland and the Cake Factory
Chapter Four
A 2P "Hetalia" Fanfiction
A full day of work at the factory was generally pretty relaxed. Oliver was picky with how he decorated his pastries and cakes. There would be times Max would simply watch him as he created a masterpiece.
"What chemical did you put in this one?" Max mumbled, looking around to see if any were about.
Oliver set the bottle of decorative icing down and glanced up at Max "Oh they don't always have chemicals in them." He smiled at the taller man "I normally do that when I intend to give the product to someone specific. This will probably just get sold to a random customer. After all, I do have to make money."
Max was naturally flustered at being kidnapped and forced to work against his will, however each day he learned more and more about the strange man named Oliver, the more he wanted to stay just a little longer. Max had decided that he wanted to find out all of Oliver's twisted secrets. There had to be a reason the strange man was the way he was. Max had no intention of helping, more so he was curious to know simply to be personally satisfied.
It had been only a week. Oliver had a room set up for Max and was nice enough to him. He even let Max have a TV in his room so that he could watch the hockey games, and at times Max invited Oliver to watch with him, though he never did eat any more cupcakes again.
The only thing that Max found odd, aside from Oliver being his general self that was, is that some days Petar would stop by and have a serious conversation with Oliver about something. Oliver never told Max what it was about though. Max tried to shrug it off but he kept on wondering. Every time after such a conversation with Petar Oliver's mood seemed to drape down into a quiet boil of anger that he always kept to himself.
Max, at first, was taken aback that Oliver went through all the trouble he did to bring Max there for what seemed like a simple companion. He wasn't surprised that Oliver didn't have many friends but it was different to be kidnapped simply to be someone to spend time with and talk to, well and sort of help around the shop. Max wasn't exactly adept at baking so it was a learning process, though Oliver seemed more than happy to teach.
However, Max could never bring himself to trust anything Oliver made, making it difficult for him to eat. Also, for the first three days he constantly tried to escape, which led to Oliver drugging him multiple times. Through everything, no matter what, Oliver always smiled. He even smiled when he was angry and the first time that Max insulted him.
"Let me the fuck go!" Max yelled as the smaller man grinned at him from across the room. All the doors had been locked and Max had no way out.
Oliver laughed "Oh no, please watch your tongue. And why would I let you escape? I would be so lonely." For a moment Oliver almost looked sad, though the constant smile made it hard to tell. Max gulped and stopped moving, he stared at Oliver for a while, scared of what he knew this person was capable of.
The silence began to drive them both a little mad, for it went on quite long. "What made you so fucked up?" Max couldn't stop himself from asking. He expected Oliver's smile to fade, for him to do something violent but instead Oliver just burst into laughter.
"Sometimes people are born mad…sometimes something makes a sane person mad and sometimes something makes a mad person madder. The end result is the same though, isn't it? Madness!" Oliver couldn't contain the chuckles and hysteria that exited him, the question was all too amusing from his perspective. He had obviously been asked this many times before.
Max growled "You fucking psycho!"
"No, no, no." Oliver walked over and placed a finger delicately on Max's lips. "Please…no more cussing."
Through Max's entire recollection Oliver never flickered. Eventually Max calmed down and stopped swearing, he realized that around someone as mentally unstable as Oliver it might not be a good idea to cuss. Although, Oliver did set up a swear jar, just in case Max slipped up.
As much as his situation wasn't horrible, Max still couldn't contact home nor did he knew if they had any idea where he was. Naturally he was concerned about Al. Max knew Al would try to come after him, especially if he suspected that his little brother had been taken by Oliver of all people.
Oliver and Al used to be very close friends. After they stopped talking it was obvious they both took it very hard. Oliver lost a couple more marbles and Al was more prone to violence after the event. Of course there was no way they could simply make up and be companions again, however Max did hope they could patch the situation up.
That day Oliver sold all of the baking he produced, Max taste tested a couple things, slowly getting over his fear of Oliver's food. There was no way Oliver would poison a paying customer. He made his way to his room. Max settled down and flicked on the TV to see if there was a game, luckily there was. Neither was a team he much cared for but whatever, hockey was hockey. He sat shirtless on his bed, wearing maple leaf pajama pants.
A knock sounded through the room and Max yawned, the only person who it could be was Oliver. Oliver grinned as Max let him in and they sat down on the bed together. Max felt eyes on him and he looked over to see Oliver staring, Oliver smiled, softer than normal and wrapped his arms around Max "It's…a lot less lonely with you here."