My Ollie Stuff

( these will be out of order in time but eh )

is is a conversation between Viktor Braginsky || 2p!Russia and Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ).

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): Hello!

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): Viktor! Nice to see you.

Viktor Braginsky || 2p!Russia: What do you?

Viktor Braginsky || 2p!Russia: *you want?

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): " hm? I just wanted to say hello " he smiled though less than normal.

Viktor Braginsky || 2p!Russia: "Well hello. Now shoo, I have things to do." He raised an eyebrow at the small man, glancing down at him.

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): " o-oh okay! Stop by for tea then! " He turned back felt something grab his hand, he turned to see Viktor looking at his wrist. " Shit " he whispered ' penny for the swear jar '

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): * but

Viktor Braginsky || 2p!Russia: "What?" Viktor asked, "Do you need something else?"

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): " u-um n-nothing " he pulled down his sleeve, avoiding contact.

Viktor Braginsky || 2p!Russia: "... maybe I will come over for tea." He shrugged a bit, kind of curious as to what was wrong with the ususally extremely happy man.

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): " o-ok! " ' uh oh ' he lead him to his house, a smallish light pink and pastel blue trim house.

Viktor Braginsky || 2p!Russia: He followed behind him, silent as always and letting out a dry chuckle of amusement at his house.

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): " do you like it? Built and decorated it all myself! "

Viktor Braginsky || 2p!Russia: He shrugged slightly, the only acknowledgement he would really give before letting himself in.

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): The inside was comfortable looking, with a mix of different light and dark pastels. Dark Green and light purple and dark blue and light pink, with a quaint fireplace.

Viktor Braginsky || 2p!Russia: Viktor knew how out of place he looked here, laughably even, but he ignored it, kicking his boots off politely at the door. He turned back to Oliver and raised an eyebrow again at him.

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): Oliver nodded, slipped of his shoes and hurrying to the kitchen to prepare the tea.

Viktor Braginsky || 2p!Russia: He sat down on the couch, waiting for him to come back with it. He had to admit, he knew the tea would be good so that may make this worth it.

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): He quickly came back out with a tray, on it where two pastel pink tea cups, and a creamy yellow teapot, along with a plate on rasberry cookies. He poured the tea into the small cup and handed it to Viktor, " vanilla chai, it has a lot of warmth and spice to it! And I seem to remember that you liked it last time we had tea " he politely handed him a cookie and then took a bite out of his own " so long ago "

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): * of

Viktor Braginsky || 2p!Russia: He let a word or two of thanks out under his breath, taking the ridiculous looking cup. He took a sip, remembering he did indeed enjoy the taste. He tilted his head at him after a minute, "What had you so worried earlier?" He asked.

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): He looked up " what? "

Viktor Braginsky || 2p!Russia: "You seemed anxious, what was it?"

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): He noticed

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): " oh nothing "

Viktor Braginsky || 2p!Russia: "Nothing?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): " mhm " ' maybe if I don't say much about it, he'll avoid it ' ( btw, '= thoughts )

Viktor Braginsky || 2p!Russia: "You seemed pretty damn worried for 'nothing'." He said with a small huff, just wanting and answer.

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): " i-I can assure I'm fine! " ' keep it together Ollie, and stop stuttering!!! '

Viktor Braginsky || 2p!Russia: "I've seen fine. You are not it."

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): ' crap, oh that's a nickel ' he remained silent, trying to respond.

Viktor Braginsky || 2p!Russia: "Oliver. What is it?" He said with a little of a snap.

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): . . . Drip, drip. What was dripping into his cup? Oh no it was tears . ' nonononononono! ' he remained silent, not wiping his eyes.

Viktor Braginsky || 2p!Russia: "You're crying." He said, stating it instead of really asking him anything.

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): His smile trembled at the edges, ' don't make a sound, don't make a sound! ' " it would seem so " his voiced wavered, breaking slightly at would

Viktor Braginsky || 2p!Russia: "Why?" He asked, shifting forward a bit.

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): He looked up, bright blue eyes washed over into blueish gray. " H-heh . . . " His smile slowly collapsed, suddenly putting his face into his hands. His body shook quietly, ' well good thing I put my cup down . . . '

Viktor Braginsky || 2p!Russia: "Uh, Oliver?" He moved toward him a bit, "What is going on?"

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): Silent sobs slipped from his mouth.

Viktor Braginsky || 2p!Russia: "Do you want me to leave?" He asked.

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): He shook his head and looked up, his mouth was trembling. Without a sound he pushed up both sleeves to the shoulder, revealing hundreds of horrible words sliced or carved in his arms. One large one one his left forearm read the word loved and it had an ' X ' through it.

Viktor Braginsky || 2p!Russia: Viktor furrowed his eyebrows, actually showing some worry. "Oliver?" He asked carefully, leaning a bit toward him.

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): He tried forming words, " I ... I ... "

Viktor Braginsky || 2p!Russia: "Oliver, you are none of those things." He said simply.

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): He put his face back in his hands, " Y-yes . . . I-i ... am "

Viktor Braginsky || 2p!Russia: He took one of his arms lightly in a gloved hand, it was odd for him, but he decided oliver needed it. "Who told you that?'

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): He looked up, " m-mostly me ... But .. s-some of others-s . . . "

Viktor Braginsky || 2p!Russia: "Well they're fucking liars." He said bluntly.

Oliver Kirkland ( loves baking, don't get on bad side, ticklish ): He was taken aback by statement.

Viktor Braginsky || 2p!Russia: He handed him his cookie and frowned, "Don't let them make you think that."

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( A bit short, but good )