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Today was Monday; your least favorite day of the week. Yet again…who in the world even likes Mondays? It just means the start of a week full of school. You honestly hated school: people were too judgmental and always were rude for other peoples’ talents. It sickened you. You couldn’t stand the cruel world: nobody was nice, now these days…

You had woken up early today because your alarm clock had gone off about and hour before you actually had to wake up. It took you until after you had gotten ready to realize the time and that you were way too early to go to school. Unless…you wanted to hang out with your teachers at school…Nah!

Then, your stomach grumbled. “I didn’t eat dinner last night…that’s right!” you thought to yourself and thought of something that could be in your fridge to grab as a quick snack.

You rushed to the kitchen and rummaged through the fridge. Nothing… Your stomach grumbled angrily.

You sighed and grabbed some money, and headed out into the world.

“What are some great places to eat…?” You asked yourself, trying to think of maybe a café to find a meal to satisfy your hunger. This café had caught your attention from the smell of freshly baked, chocolate cupcakes invading your nostrils. You walked over to the café to notice it was open.

You placed your hand on the handle and pushed the door open, only to have your nose stuffed with the smell of all kinds of sweets. Your stomach grumbled again, telling you to hurry up and grab some grub. You quickly ran to a booth and sat there.

Your eyes had been darted all over the menu, nothing that seemed to be amusing you. You were having trouble finding some food, and yet, you’re practically starving. Then, a man with strawberry-blonde, messy hair and blue eyes with pink pupils walked up to you with a bright smile. He had the most adorable freckles over his plump cheeks.

“May I help you…?” You asked and wait for the man to answer. “It’s actually me, who can help you, love.” the man said. You raised and eyebrow at him, but kept going along with it. Maybe he was attracted to you…

“Having trouble deciding?” he asked, seeming to know your purpose being in this café. “Uh…yeah.” You confessed and sighed. “Maybe I can help you decide your treat…” he said and his smile brightened.

“Oh, yeah? Give me your best shot!” You ordered. “How about this?” He gave you a pink cupcake, apparently strawberry flavored, with pink frosting, pink wrapping, and different varieties of ‘candy’ sprinkled on the frosting for decoration.

“Uh…” You mumbled. “What is it, love?” He asked, his smile loosing happiness. “What is it?” You poked the cupcake with your nail and licked the small amount of frosting that was on your finger. “It’s the ‘poisoned’ cupcake. The reason why it’s called poisoned is because it’s so sweet, it seems to have been poisoned,” the man answered.

You raised and eyebrow at the man. “Is this one of your best sellers…or is it just on the house?” you asked and started to peel the wrapping from the cupcake. “You tell me…” the man said, and walked away.

You smelled the sweet cupcake. It smelled like fresh cut fruit, and yet its smell was seductive. The smell teased your stomach. You finally stole a bite from the cupcake and tasted the flavor of the cupcake.

The cupcake was enchanting! Its sweet sugar buzzed with your taste-buds and the frosting was nice and thick. But…your version started to become cloudy…you had saw the man start to walk over to you, with his smile mocking you… “Nighty-Night, love…” the man said and giggled innocently.

~~~

You finally had gained your consciousness and the blur in your vision faded. “Wh…Wh-where am I…?” You asked yourself and felt something cold and solid around your wrists. You tried to stretch, but the thing holding you back prevented you from moving a muscle.

“Wh-what the hell is this?!” You exclaimed out-loud and heard footsteps. “Love, you’re finally awake,” you heard a male voice say. Your eyes darted to the same, mysterious man from the café where you tasted that cupcake. “You! What did you do to me?!” You asked, mortified.

“I’m keeping you captive, love. You’re far too cute for someone else to have stolen you,” the man said. Your eyes popped open. “Wh-what…?” you asked. The man grabbed your chin and lifted your face to make look into his rare-colored eyes.

“I said…you’re too cute for someone else to steal from. I can’t have you stolen from me…especially since I know more of than you think,” the man said. This absolutely frightened you.

“I’m Oliver Kirkland,” he practically answered your question you’ve been wanting to ask. “Y-You’re doing nothing but keeping me away from the world…life?! I have to go to---“ You looked at the clock; 12:54. “No! I’m late for school!” You whined and tried to shake yourself loose from the cold metal surrounding your wrists.

“You don’t have the capability to leave handcuffs, now do you, love?” he asked, smiling widely.

You gave him a cold glare, trying to break through him. “What…was in that cupcake?” you asked, trying to stay calm. “Sleeping medicine,” Oliver answered. You clenched your teeth and glared at him with your (e/c) orbs, burning with rage in your irises.

“So, you kidnap me?! Did you know that I was going to enter your stupid café?!” you asked coldly.

“I might have, love…” he smiled demonically.

You felt your eyes twitch. You tried, once again, to wriggle out of the hand-cuffs, but that only angered Oliver. “Are you trying to leave me, love?” he asked.

“What else would I do?!” You exclaimed, and somehow had gotten your left wrist out of the left cuff.

“No!” Oliver exclaimed, and brought out a butter knife, stabbing it into your forearm.

You squeal in pain and feel as your blood drains from your arm. “You’re not going anywhere…” Oliver’s hair had covered his eyes and his smile was stolen away from your trying to leave him.

“I don’t want you to leave…” Oliver said, his voice cracked from being saddened.

“A-Are you…sad…?” You asked.

You heard Oliver sniffle. “I d-don’t want you to leave…love…” Oliver said.

You had no choice; this stranger had developed a love for you within hours and already had gotten attached to you. Oliver slowly slid the butter knife from your arm, allowing more blood to drip out.

“Fine…” you gave in. “I’ll stay…” you say and feel Oliver’s happiness be restored. “Yay!” He squealed hugged you.

You felt you cheek burn up and feel Oliver snuggle you. “If I let you go…will you come back to my café?” he asked.

“S-Sure…” you answered and saw Oliver smile brightly at you, after kissing your sweet, cupcake-tasted lips.
Commission for :iconvery-fangirl: I have to be honest, I'm not proud of this. :iconlazypoolplz: I hope I got Oliver right...This is my first Hetalia X Reader. Ever. :icondepressedplz: Yeah, I started to do commissions since I need to gain some points to give some of my friends some dA premium membership.

Details - kamryn30.deviantart.com/journa…

I hope you like it! :heart:

Oliver (c) - Creator of Hetalia = NOT me.
You (c) - :icon2penglandplz:
Evil Cupcake (c) - made by Oliver, the sexy--- //shot.
I OWN NOTHING.

EDIT: Please stop asking about the butter knife. For real, it's annoying as fudge. This was my first ever Hetalia fanfic, and I didn't know much about Oliver. Plus, I believed that he was pretty strong... So, yeah. Stop asking about it. If you look at the comments, the biggest thing that is talked about is the knife. Please, stop. Thank you.
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NOMNOMSUN Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2014
Yeah, sure i'll come back.
I'm just ignoring the burning pain in my forearm from where you stabbed me.

:iconlolnoplz:
Why did you kidnap me again? Could'ave you just introduced yourself and become friends naturally, like NORMAL people? 
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Kammy-Tan Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I do not appreciate you spamming me five times on different deviations with a stupid hoax
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Just-Another-Gamer Featured By Owner Jul 20, 2014
Butter knife? Did Ollie read Divergent or something?
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KittyTheOtakuGirl Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2014  New member Hobbyist General Artist
That's what I thought... though, butter knifes do hurt.... lol
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LifelessQ Featured By Owner Jul 8, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Actually I feel like I'd be  the one to try to kidnap him...
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Peacebuggy Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Hahaha no.
Oliver: *takes out butter knives* are you sure about that poppet?
Me: hah never mind :D
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Batgirl134 Featured By Owner May 22, 2014
I love it soooo much!
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DoremiSanyouluv Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Will you come back to my café?
sure! *In my head* oh hell no I won't XD
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CrazyHetaliaLover13 Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
*singing really loudly* DA-DA-DA-DA- wait. A BUTTER KNIFE?!!?! HOW DOES THAT WORK? Also,fabulous story. :iconfabulousplz: :iconepicclapplz:
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