To The Ends Of The Earth

Cupcakes - Mostly Original

2P Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. Maeve belongs to me, Mel belongs to a friend of mine, Philippines as she is depicted here belongs to Missionotaku321.

Ollie hummed to himself as he added the finishing touches to the cupcake batch he was making. This batch was clean, but that wasn't to say the previous batch was. Ollie rather enjoyed the time he spent in his basement, and the fruits of his labor were so sweet that even Phili, the childish 1P country of the Philippines, liked them.

"Ollie?" Maeve's voice rang out from the living room.

"In the kitchen, poppet!" Ollie replied jovially. The cupcakes were done and ready to be offered to the 2P who was moving in with them today. Ollie had never met her, but Maeve had. She had spoken highly of the mysterious tenant's strength, but had warned the 2P Kirklands of her violent temper. Ollie hoped the gift of delicious cupcakes would sway the woman into his good graces.

Maeve appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, blue eyes sweeping over the mess Ollie had made while baking. "She'll be here in ten minutes, Ollie. Make sure everything's clean--we want to make a good impression."

"Maeve, poppet, you needn't worry about a thing! Go give Al a kiss and let me handle things in here."

"Al doesn't need a kiss right now, Ollie."

"Of course he does, he's your soulmate!"

Maeve left with a laugh and a shake of her head. Speaking of soulmates...

Ollie looked down at his wrist and watched the numbers tick down. Today was meant to be the day he would meet his soulmate, whoever the unlucky soul was to be. 'It had better not be François,' Ollie thought bitterly. Though the sour-tempered Frenchman was not due to visit, he had habits of turning up unexpectedly.

Just as Ollie finished scrubbing the kitchen to perfection, a knock sounded at the door. Grabbing the plate of perfectly frosted cupcakes, he made his way to the front door when Maeve was already greeting the new tenant.

The woman was, by average standards, quite pretty. Ollie decided that she would be beautiful if not for the scowl she wore, even though her tone of voice didn't hint at the intense displeasure of her expression. A curl stuck out at an odd angle from the woman's auburn hair, and she wore quite professional attire, including a white collared shirt and black slacks. Her outfit was embellished by the polished black guns held in a holster around her waist.

Maeve wasted no time in introducing the woman to Ollie. "Ollie, this is Melania Vargas. She's moving in with us for the time being."

Ollie's expression spread into his signature Cheshire grin. "Good day, poppet. Care for a cupcake?"

"No-a thank you," came the reply. "And you can-a call me Mel." There was an odd moment of silence before Maeve cleared her throat, gaining the attention of the two.

"I hate to be a bother, but you seem to have dropped something," she said, pointing to their feet. Both Ollie and Mel looked down, only to be greeted by the 0's of their discarded timers.

Ollie looked back up at Mel, whose original scowl had not gone away, but seemed to have deepened at the sight. "Are you sure you wouldn't care for a cupcake, poppet?"