Warning: This story gets a little gruesome at the end, consider yourself warned.

Klaus looked sadly out the window, once again, just like always, never noticed... or so he thought.

Olliver stared at the little timid albino, daydreaming about what would happen if they were together.

Ollie loved everything about that adorable Prussian. His pale skin and shimmering red-violet eyes, his long straight silver hair, the scar that ran along his right cheek, even the fact that he was mute! Oh, Oliver loved it all. So much.

Too much.

(Two Hours Later...)

Finally, the meeting ended.

"Alright, next meeting's in Venice." Italy slammed his knife into the polished birch table. "You all better attend."

Oliver heard Allen snort behind him.

"Meeting adjourned." Luciano said quietly, glaring at Allen.

Everyone got up and started talking to each other. Oliver watched out of the corner of his eye as Flavio bounced over to Klaus.

The blond Italian beamed as he walked happily up to Klaus.

Ollie almost snarled. Nobody touches his Klaus.

"Ciao, Klaus! I'm going on a date with Andres, but he might not show up, can you be my back up?"

Klaus shook his head, but Flavio ignored him.

"Brilliant! Come to my house tomorrow  at seven just in case; thanks!" Flavio bounced away happily.

Klaus sighed, packing up his papers in defeat.

Now Oliver was mad. Not only did that thick Italian ask his Klaus on a date, but he had the audacity to ask him to be a back-up.

He was SO dead. 

Oliver grinned, prancing out of the meeting room.

(Klaus' POV)

I watched as the cheery Italian walked out of the room.

I felt my heart sink; he really doesn't care. It's like when I had a crush on Canada during WWII.

I packed up my things and silently left.

I went outside to see that Lutz took my car. Again. 

Oh well, New Mexico was nice this time of year, I'll just walk to my hotel.

(3rd person POV)

Ollie secretly stayed on the Italian's trail, grinning as he slowly caressed his knife. 

Of course he was infuriated, but soon his troubles would be over. Klaus would be his and his alone.

Now you may ask- but what if the other nations went after Klaus too? And the answer is- they would learn their lesson the hard way.

(One hour later...)

Flavio sighed happily, tossing his shopping bags into his car and speeding off into the night. Unknown to him, Oliver followed him to his house (he rented a house in New Mexico, he hated hotels).

He unlocked the door, sad to not see Andres. Oh well! More time for a nice bath!

Oliver slipped into his house, getting ready in the kitchen.

(The next day...)

Klaus quietly knocked on the door. Flavio had texted him the address at some point.

He waited for a few minutes.

No responce.

He tried again and the door swung open, revealing... Oliver?

Klaus cocked his head to the side, confused.

The Brit just beamed at him. "I made cupcakes! Come in!"

The house, other than Oliver's babbling was eerily silent. It was times like these where Klaus wished he could speak.

Klaus was led to the couch and handed a cupcake. Oliver sat next to him.

"Dig in, poppet!"

Klaus hesitantly licked the icing. 

It was good. Really good. The dominant flavor was vanilla, but there was a hint of something Klaus couldn't name, something salty. It complemented the sweet vanilla well.

Oliver beamed, scooting closer to Klaus.

"You know... I've really liked you for some time now."

Klaus scooted away slowly, slightly scared of Ollie's overly-happy grin.

"When I say like, it's a bit of an understatement; actually, quite a large understatement."

Klaus looked into his lust-filled baby-blue eyes, now swirling with pink.

"What I'm trying to say is that I love you, Klaus."

Klaus gulped.

"You love me too, right? I even made you cupcakes."

Klaus was really wondering where Flavio was.

Oliver scowled. "Thinking about that stupid Italian, love? Don't bother, I made sure he'll never hurt you again~."

Klaus was really desperately wanting Flavio to show up, Ollie was scaring him.

"You want to know my secret for my icing, love?" Oliver asked sweetly.

Klaus slowly nodded, very worried at this point.

The Brit beamed. "It's always good to balance out the sweetness, what I do, is I battle it with a bitter ingredient." He giggled. "An Italian ingredient in this case."

The albino's eyes widened in horror.

Oliver took his hand, grinning maniacally. "That oaf will never bother you again."