Oliver Kirkland and the Cake Factory

Chapter Six

A 2P "Hetalia" Fanfiction

Max was inside the cake factory, right near the entrance placing a set of pastries on the window display. "Max!" Al yelled and bolted towards his brother, yanking him towards the exit and causing him to drop the entire plate of treats. Oliver turned around and his face fell, the first time Max ever saw him not smiling.

"Why are you taking him away from me?" Oliver's voice was sad. He made eye contact with Al who glared back. "We used to be friends you know." Al held his glare, determined in his hate for the more colourful man.

Max stood silent, not sure whether to stay with the strange man who kidnapped him or go home with his brother…was there a possible compromise?

It was the middle of the night and Max woke up, not noticing anything strange at first until he realized that his vision was entirely black. He couldn't see a thing. Max tried to move his arms and legs but found them restrained. He decided he was tied up again. This time blindfolded and gagged too.

Max felt the gag come off and took a deep breath in. Before he could close his mouth a baked sweet of some sort was stuffed into it. Feeling a hand clamp over his mouth he was forced to swallow. Max growled and asked "What poison did you put in that one, Oliver?" in response he heard a laugh and felt two delicate hands remove the blindfold.

"It was just my way of having you taste test something new I made. Any thoughts?"

The treat itself did taste wonderful, like everything Oliver made. Max was thrown off by this new test Oliver claimed to make and was still convinced he had consumed some sort of chemical. "Seriously, am I going to fucking die in two minutes?"

Again Oliver burst into giggles, he moved over and sat on Max's lap as he did so. "I wouldn't poison someone who I want to keep alive…most of the time." Max sighed, realizing that nothing had happened to him and that it probably was just a regular pastry of some sort. Oliver must just have been being his wacky self.

"It tastes good now can you get the fuck off me and let me the fuck go?" Max's voice was low as he snarled.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Oliver chided. "You know what I like to say? Fudge." He smiled, proud of his superior linguistic skills.

"Can you get the fudge off me and let me the fudge go?" Max's voice was equally as nasty as before except this time there was a bit of humor behind it. Was it possible he was growing somewhat fond of the wacko that kidnapped him?

"You're lucky I don't just fucking kill you, fucking creep!" Al yelled at Oliver. In turn Oliver glanced at the ground, his face appearing almost as if he was about to cry. "You kidnapped my fucking brother and why the fuck would he ever want to stay here with you? How hard is it for you to understand that nobody likes you for a reason!?" Al continued to rant and Oliver tried to block him out but every word hit harder than the last.

Max eventually had enough. "Shut up, Al!" he punched his brother in the face. Al backed away from Max and raised a hand to cover the aching part of his cheek. Max rolled his eyes "Not once did you ask me for my opinion, did you? Was I being tortured when you walked in? Was I hurt? How can you just assume that I don't want to be here at all?" Al took note of how Max hadn't uttered a single swear. Even when Al was friends with Oliver he swore all the time, Max seemed slightly changed even just by the short time he was at the factory.

As Max spoke Oliver raised his head. "You don't hate me?" he asked, genuinely curious of the fact.

"Hmm?" Max mused. It did seem strange that he could actually like Oliver in some way. Though it was true that Oliver never did actually hurt Max he did kidnap him against his will. Max didn't appreciate that bit. Maybe it took being there for some time to understand why Oliver would take such measures. Oliver was obviously lonely. Why else would he confront Max in flashy outfits simply to get attention? Max sort of understood. Oliver must have been feeling at a major loss when Al shut him out, so that day not so long ago when Max took Oliver in to clean and wrap his wounds Oliver thought that maybe Max cared, or could care. In some strange way, Oliver was right.

Al was less than impressed. "I'm fucking leaving. I came all this way here just to save your ass and you fucking hit me. You seriously want to stay here with that…that freak!?"

"Actually I want to go play hockey with you and Alex at the moment." Max sighed.

Al grinned and grabbed his brother's arm. "Good then let's go get our gear."

And after all that confrontation and the small speech from Max Oliver was being left alone yet again. It wasn't as if there was anything he could say to make himself appear not guilty of kidnapping. He was about to walk away into the back of the shop when he heard Max call him. Oliver turned around to see Max walking in his general direction and Al staring, befuddled. "What time do you want me here to help you, Oliver?" Max stared down, face slightly flushed and determined for an answer.

Oliver stared up and blinked, shocked that he had confirmation that Max actually did want to help and spend time with him. "Around nine would be splendid!" he grinned wide.

"I can do that." Max smiled and turned to leave, he left the shop with one more invitation. "Oh and there is a game on tonight, you should stop by my place!"

-the end-