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Oliver walked down the street of his home towards Allen's house, they were currently back in their own world and Oliver was bored so he decided that he would go bother his beloved Allen, Oliver snickered to himself, "Allen is always so easy to rile up, today will be fun~" Oliver said to himself while swinging his basket of cupcakes gently.

Oliver got to Allen's house in no time and looked around the front door and successfully found a spare key that he knew Allen kept stowed in a bush, Oliver unlocked the door while humming happily, his blue and pink eyes swirling slightly as he let himself in, "Al!~ Al Love~! I'm here!~" Oliver announced happily as he walked right into the kitchen to put his cupcakes down.

Oliver came back out into the living room and saw that Al was fast asleep on his couch, his bat laying next to the couch as the american snored, Oliver's grinned widened as he quietly moved the bat a safe distance away, tucking it behind a chair out of view before taking a deep breath and running forward, jumping and landing right on top of Al's chest, "Rise and shine love~!?" Oliver yelled, grinning wildly.

Oliver straddled the american's chest, grinning, "I hid it so you couldn't hit with it, duh!" Oliver said giggling, tapping Al on the nose. Oliver grinned widely, "I was thinking I would visit you, since I have nothing better to do! Isn't that great!" Oliver cooed, his eyes swirling, "And I got in using your spare key! Silly billy, you need a better hiding spot for it, wouldn't want weird strangers popping into your house whenever they feel like it now, you need to be more aware love~" Oliver chided Al like a child, "And clean that potty talk, I raised you better!" Oliver demanded huffing before breaking into a grin again.

"I brought cupcakes too, to share! You seem to be getting a little too thin on that vegan diet of yours so I thought some sweets might pack some sorely needed weight onto you." Oliver also shared, shifting on top of Al, jumping a bit and knocking more air from the poor american 2p not realizing the pain he was adding to the poor american.

Oliver scooted off the American's chest a bit, instead he now straddled his waist and leaned forward, propping his elbows into Al's solar plex, and resting his chin in the palm of his hands, he grinned down at the suffocating man, "Now, now love, what's wrong? Can't breath he teased, "It's what you get calling my works of art little sugary shit, not when I spent good time making them for you~" Oliver said cheerfully as he dug his elbows into his chest to make his point.

"You should be nicer to your elders boy, I was just trying to be nice but your rotten attitude needs some work, I want an apology~" Oliver huffed, his eyes swirling a bit faster as he threw Al a mischievous grin, Oliver thought Al looked adorable, all pinned down underneath him, begging for air, it was cute and Oliver couldn't help but giggle.

Oliver looked down at Al and caught the whimper that passed through his lips, it only made him grin more as he waited for his apology and when he got one he giggled, running a hand through Al's hair, lightly snagging his cowlick, "Good boy~" Oliver cooed as he moved off him, and moved back a few feet out of striking distance and the coffee table, he had broken into Al's so many times that he learned that after toying with the american it was good to get some distance between them, he was just happy he remembered to hide his bat this time.

"See you learned, you shouldn't be so rude Al, it's not nice." Oliver chided him from safe distance, watching as the american gathered air back into his lungs before moving to the kitchen.

Oliver was indeed baking cupackes in Al's kitchen, humming as he pulled out a third batch, "Well hello there silly, I made more cupcakes for you~!" Oliver cooed cheerfully, as he bounded over to the taller 2p holding out a blue and pink cupcake for him. "Choose." Oliver said grinning holding them out in front of Al's face.

He sees Al hestiate and frowns, "Please! pick one! please!!!!~" Oliver whines, wanting to see if Al chooses the correct cupcake, he does this every time and every time Al never chooses the right one and Oliver thinks it's the funniest shit in the world. He giggles to himself waiting.

Oliver paused and then grinned, "Sure thing love~" Oliver agreed, unwrapping the blue cupcake and moving to cut it in half, he handed a piece to Al and then took his own piece and waiting for the american to take a bite our of it but he just stared at him and Oliver rolled his eyes, "Fine I'll take a bite first." Oliver said as he bite into his cupcake piece, swallowing it and then giving Al an amused look.

"See, nothing bad, don't worry, I'm not on the floor dying, I didn't poison it I swear, and I just took a bite so don't worry~" Oliver cooed moving Al's hand that held his cupcake towards his mouth, "Take a bite~" Oliver urged, his grin still stuck in place not betraying a thing as he waited eagerly for the man to take a bite.

Olivers grin grew wider as watched Al finish the cupcake noticing that a tiny bit of frosting on the side of his mouth, Oliver moved grabbing a napkin and wiping away the frosting, ”I swear you're such a child sometimes.” Oliver said pulling back before patting the american's chest and looking up at Al.

”I'm so glad you ate the cupcake but you choose the wrong one again~” Oliver exclaimed cheerfully as he saw the american give him a horrifed look, Oliver immediately backed away from Al, putting a good five feet between them and a counter.

”I get so worried that you don't get the protein you need so the blue cupcake had bits of a chicken ground into it with a small animal heart while the pink was just a regular cupcake, but before you get mad look on the bright side I didn't posion it this time and you didn't even taste the heart~” Oliver giggled evilly his eyes swirling excitedly.

Oliver watched amused as Al began to force himself to throw back up the cupcake, thinking how over-dramatic he was being as he watched him puke on the floor and then storm our of the room, he listened as he heard the table being flipped and watched as the enraged American came back into the kitchen with his bat.

Oliver leaned against the counter as he watched him throw a tantrum, smashing his own stove, Al was yelling at him but Oliver paid no mind since this was a often occurrence but he did get a bit upset when he saw Al knock all his cupcakes off the counter and smash them and just when Oliver was about to butt in to try and calm down the seething American, Al screamed at him saying that he hated his cupcakes and him especially.

Now this was a usual thing too but something about Al's tone suggested that he meant it this time and Oliver's eyes began to swirl darkly as he glared down the American pulling out his knife from behind him, "Now that wasn't very nice...." Oliver cooed but his tone was low and dangerous as he moved from behind the counter gripping his knife, "Here I am just trying to get you to eat some protein and you go and be a little whiny upset brat, juts like always, you know how much that hurts you horrible little wanker." Oliver hissed, his grin was still in place but his eyes were swirling fast and had gone a shade darker as he advanced towards Al.

Oliver was not happy, he was worried about how Al ate constantly, not sure if he was getting the protein he needed on his vegan diet and here he was just trying to help him and as usual the little shit was being ungrateful, “Someone needs a lesson in manners.” Oliver giggled but his laugh was anything but happy sounding.

Oliver giggled darkly as he heard Al try and reason and that's when he dashed forward swinging the blade at him , "Don't lie to me you little brat you meant every word that came out of your mouth!" Oliver yelled as the American managed to dodge his hits, Oliver was angry and hurt and right now all he wanted to do was cut the American up but he wasn't letting him finally Oliver stopped and stomped his foot like a child, "STOP.FUCKING.MOVING." Oliver grounded out his grin still in place but the fact that his eyes were swirling crazily and his hand shook while he gripped the knife was enough to tell anybody he was pissed.

Oliver threw his knife, the blade barely missing the top of Al's head and he produced another from his pocket throwing that one too, Al barely had time to dodge out of the way seeing as Oliver had aimed for the nuts, "Why are you always so mean to me! It's not nice and I'm just trying to be nice to you half the time!" Oliver screamed at him and then his lower lip began to quiver and his eyes began to well up with tears, Oliver's emotions were constantly all over the place, one moment he could be the happiest mother fucker in the world and the next a deranged psychopath and then after a pile of blubbering sadness.

The last one happening usually after he got frustrated with a fight and right now he was extremely frustrated with American, Oliver pulled out another knife hurling with speed, the blade this time catching the side of Al's cheek making him bleed a bit, “How come you won't hit back!? Hit me!” Oliver screamed at him as he continued with his barrage of knives.

Oliver watched as Allen charged forward, is bat in hand and and Oliver got ready for the it he was sure would be a swing to the face from Allen but to his utter surprise the American just wrapped his arms around Oliver tightly but what really freaked out the brit was when the taller man apologized, his voice sounded so soft compared to his usual gruff way of talking and Oliver swore it sounded like he was whimpering.

Oliver froze in the embrace, how many times had the brit fantasized about being held by the American like this, or how many times had he imagined Al apologizing to him after a fight, because in all honesty, even though Oliver always acted like the words that Al sometimes spat him didn't hurt they did, he just wanted to be close to him and Oliver just felt like he always fucked up which in turn made him think that Allen hated him which in turn always resulted in their usual violent arguments.

Oliver slowly calmed down in the hug, for a moment it was utterly calm and then Oliver couldn't help but start crying, "W-what?" Oliver stuttered out not quite believing his own ears, Oliver stomped on the taller man's foot angrily while still crying, utterly confused but the American still didn't let him go, "I though I-I told y-you to s-stop lying!" He yelled up at Al still utterly confused by the way Al was acting.

Oliver had continued to rant and rave, not even noticing that Al had dropped his beloved bat and before Oliver could continue to yell at him he felt Al's lips press against his, silencing him effectively, slowly Oliver closed his eyes and moved to wrap his arms around Al's neck, dropping his knife in the process having to get a bit on his tippy toes to reach him a bit better, pressing his lips harder against his as he kissed him back roughly, tangling a hand in his hair, pulling roughly since he was still feeling upset.

Oliver pulled back a bit to breath and looked up at Al his tears drying but his usual grin in place, his eyes no longer swirling fast, "Hmm~ Never seen you shut me up that way before~ I think I prefer this way then a baseball bat full of nails to the face to be honest~" Oliver cooed, his mood doing a 360, "Why the change in tactics?" Oliver cooed, curious as to why Al didn't hit him.

Oliver looked at Al curiously, seeing the sadness in the others eyes and it finally clicked with him, "Allan...do you like me?" Oliver asked shyly looking at the American in wonder and hope, Oliver took a deep breath, "Because I like you...no I love you." Oliver said honestly, his bright blue and pink eyes not swirling at all as he focused on the taller man, Oliver stood there in the taller man's arms waiting for an answer, he was curious, he had never seen the American be so gentle with him and he wanted to smack himself in the head for not seeing the Americans feelings earlier, hell he had raised the boy, he felt kind of stupid and wondered if the reason Al had never said anything before was because he was afraid Oliver would make fun of him, "Please tell me, I promise I won't tease you." Oliver said quietly looking up at Al.

Oliver listened to Al's confession with complete focus, listened him confess his love, everything and Oliver was in awe as he was hugged tightly again, Oliver stayed silent for a good two minutes, processing before slowly snickering to himself and then pulling away to laugh, doubling over and clutching his stomach as he laughed uncontrollably before just falling to the floor because he couldn't breath, "Y-Y-YOU'RE J-JEALOUS O-O-OF MY C-C-C-CUPCAKES?!? HAHAHAHA" Oliver chokes out as he rolls around on the floor laughing, it was good ten minutes before the pinkette composed to himself, tears still glistening in his eyes and he looked at the American who looked highly upset.

"Oh I'm sorry love it's just...why would you be jealous of my cupcakes that's so silly!" Oliver cooed moving to cup Al's face and kisses him, "I'm so sorry love but I couldn't help myself, I love you so much but you just said you were jealous over a pastry~" Oliver giggled wrapping his arms around the disgruntled man, "Please don't be mad with me love but you can't say that if I told you the same thing you wouldn't laugh at me too." Oliver said nuzzling into Al's chest to try and cheer him up, “I love you so much Al, I won't go anywhere I promise, if I wanted to I would have a long time ago after all those nights I went to bed upset or crying or after having my face smashed in but I'm still here aren't I? I won't leave~” Oliver said softly, being blunt as he looked eyes with Al.