"Jonathan!?What are you--?!"

He pinned you to the nearest wall and smirked.

"Got your address from that fat lady(owner).I just came to stop by to deliver the news that the shop will be closed tomorrow and also to claim you mine."

You widened your eyes in horror at this.

Meanwhile,Oliver,after hearing your screams,scrambled to your place.And his eyes darkened when he saw Jonathan kissing your neck,and you trying to push him away,but to no avail.

"Get off!"you hissed."Help!!!Rapist in the house!!!"

"Oh,no one's going to save you."Jonathan chuckled darkly.

"Really?"Oliver crossed his arms.

You froze after remembering Oliver was still there.Jonathan turned to look at the Brit.

"Really?Can you handle me with that figure of yours?"

Oliver huffed."Yeah."

Jonathan released you while he eyed Oliver.

"Come at me."and he cracked his knuckles.

Oliver shifted the knife he held behind.

"(Y/n),poppet?"Oliver said sweetly."Can you go to your room for awhile until I get rid of this guy?"

"Uhm...okay.But take care."and you walked pass them to your room.

I just hope this won't get violent.

***

"I found that chick first!Fvck you!"Jonathan growled as he charged at Oliver,getting ready to punch him in the face.

Once he did,Oliver's knife stabbed his chest.Jonathan widened his eyes and froze when he saw Oliver smiling insanely at him.

"No.(Y/n)'s mine.And I will protect her."Only did Oliver realize that he has feelings for the female at this very moment.

He stabbed him again,this time on his side.

Jonathan choked blood while his powerless body leaned at Oliver's.

"You are so arrogant,and you have a very potty mouth.I hate it."was the last sentence Jonathan heard before he blacked out.

Jonathan's dead.

Oliver stabbed him at the stomach one last time before dragging the lifeless body outside,to his yard.Good thing no other people are around.Or so he thought.

2p!America, Allen parked his car in front of Oliver's house.And then he saw him dragging a corpse.

"Hey Ollie!"

Oliver abruptly stopped to look at him,irritated.

"What?"

"I should ask you that!What the fvck are you doing here and with my people!?"

"As if you care about them."Oliver rolled his eyes.

He's right at some point.Allen thought.

Allen got out of his car and pushed his gate open to enter.

"What the hell,then?"

"Well,this guy's a little irritating."

Oliver threw Jonathan at the ground before covering it with his dirty bed sheets sprawled somewhere and went back inside your house,leaving a confused American behind.

Oliver wiped the blood stains off with the use of his hanky and carefully put it deep in his pocket afterwards.He then climbed up the stairs to knock on your room.

"(Y/n)?Everything's okay now."

You slowly opened your door and got out.

"Really?He's gone?"

He nodded."He will never bother you again."

You smiled at him."Gee,thanks Ollie!I didn't hear anything down there,so does that mean you didn't use brute force on him?"

He stopped breathing for a second.

"Of course not,poppet.I just had a conversation with him."with my knife.

"Ah...okay."and you looked down.Then a sudden thought popped up in your mind so you looked up and met his blue orbs with a smile.

"Ollie--here,"and you grabbed his shirt and pulled him into you for a hug.He was shocked to move at first,but hugged you back happily afterwards.

You inhaled his scent.Smell of pastries,candies and...blood?

Nah.

These Delusions of mine.Tsk.Tsk.

You two went to the living room.

"Uh,I better leave."he smiled."I had fun.Thanks for the time,poppet."

"Sure.I'm just sorry you had to witness that."

"No,it's okay--really.At least I've been of help.See you."

He pecked your cheeks before heading out,making you blush.

Oliver...he's a strange one isn't he?

Calling me puppet...or poppet?I don't know.But I don't mind.

***

"Finally you returned!"Allen groaned.

"Who told you to wait?"Oliver snapped back.

"Whatever.But why are you at your neighbor's house?Don't tell me this guy's your neighbor?"Allen threw a glance at Jonathan.

"No,"Oliver glared at the corpse."But he harasses my neighbor."

"What the fvck man!Since when did you care for others!?"he teased.

Oliver sighed and brought out a box of matches near his grill.

Cussing. He's lucky enough I left my swear jar at home.

"Why are you here?"he asked him.

"Wha?I should be the one asking you that."Allen sat at his garden table cozily."What are you doing here at my property?"

Oliver went near Jonathan and lit up a match.

"I'm not planning anything,if that's what you're thinking."for now.

"Really?"Allen sarcastically exclaimed.

"Yeah."and he threw the match to the lifeless body,lighting it up.

The two watched the flames dissolve the body calmly with no guilt as if this was an everyday scene to them.Which really was.

"I don't think so."Allen spoke up.

"Then it's not my problem anymore."Oliver looked at him over his shoulder.

"Just get out of my country,Brit.You have your own."

"You don't have to be harsh:i took care of you,remember?So no."

"Why!?"Allen shouted,completely frustrated.

"Because..."Oliver paused as he smiled creepily to himself as he remembered your expression once you tasted his yummy cupcakes.

"Because..?"Allen arched a brow.

"Because because."Oliver taunted.

Allen scowled at him.

***

No work for you,huh?

You decided to sit at the couch and play with your gadget.

As you opened your phone,you received a message.

Spain

<Hola Chica!Sorry for not texting you these days.I was busy.

You arched a brow as you texted back.

<So?As if I care.

You knew you acted too cold for you and and his liking:but who wouldn't right?He's such a dork for making you lonely.

Your ringtone suddenly went off,and you saw him calling you.

Should I answer or not..?you pondered.

But then pressed the green button anyway.

"Wazzup."you greeted.

"(Y/n)!I'm so,so,soooo sorry!Really!I am!"

"Really?Good for you."you replied monotonously.

"C'mon Chica,don't be like that!"

You could imagine him pouting on the other line,so you couldn't help but stifle a laugh.

Really,it was hard to be mad at this adorable guy.

"(Y/n)?(Y/n) you okay?"he asked after seconds of silence.

"Super!"you replied,your attitude changing--shocking him.

"And so the real (Y/n) is back!"he playfully announced.
"Oh Antonio,how I wanted to punch you right now."

You two talked for hours,and he told you he was okay at his place.He also asked about how your days went by,and yeah you told him about Jonathan and Oliver,which made him secretly jealous.

"I'll book a flight to go there."he said seriously.

"Dude shut up.There's no need."you chuckled.

But then you suddenly remembered something.

"Uh...Toni?I think I should be calling you Spain right now..."

"Huh?Why?I don't mind if you call me my real name."

"No,really...and you probably need to call me Pangaea in exchange."

Silence.

He processed everything you said because he was thoroughly confused,but when he did,

"...are you sure?"his voice was almost close to a whisper.

"I'm not joking.Ask...Japan.Kiku."you said.

He was kinda surprised that you already met the Japanese nation.

You waited for him to respond,but then suddenly he hung up.

"What!?Toni,that jerk!!!"you screeched.

***