Abuse ( 2p! England x Reader-chan )

Chapter two: cupcakes and knives

  Oliver walked in with a cupcake. It had pink frosting and rainbow sprinkles scattered throughout the top of it. "Tell me, (Y/N), you do like my cooking, don't you?" He asked with a smile.

  With the fact that she was too innocent to catch on, she replied with a simple nod, completely oblivious to his plans.

  He tilted his head to the side. "Prove it..." This left the girl confused. "Why do I need to prove it? I eat anything you give me..." She muttered under her breath as she walked over to him. She reached out but was blocked by a baseball bat.

She turned to see Allen. He smirked. " better not poison her..." He warned. Oliver frowned. " This one's pretty cute." This made her blush even more than she already had. The dark-haired man lowered his bat and put his arm around her, angering the other. She looked up nervously and her lips formed a weak smile.

"So (Y/N), why crush on him when you could have a real man like me?" He asked, grabbing her chin, slightly tilting it up. Oliver was infuriated. He yanked Allen's arm back, catching him by surprise, and stretched it backward.

"Hey! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Allen yelled, breaking free. He picked up his bat and swung it at Oliver's direction. He quickly dodged his attack and, taking a step back, smiled. "You really thought that would work on me? Wow, your actually dumber than you look...".

  "That's it."

  Allen grabbed (Y/N) by her waist and pulled her close. He looked back at Oliver and grinned. "One step closer, I dare you..." (Y/N)'s eyes widened with fear. "Oh god..."

Where the only words she managed to murmur.

  Silence filled the room as both men glared at each other. Oliver grabbed a knife off the table and took a step forward.

  "Would you look at that, he moved..." He smiled, facing the frightened girl. She gulped, knowing what would await her. 

(Warning: I'm pretty bad with this stuff so don't judge me if you no like...)

  He leaned in closer with one hand rested on her waist and the other against her dark red cheek. She closed her eyes tightly, waiting for it to be over.

  She had no interest in this pervert and just wanted to run into Oliver's open arms.

  ....

"Why can't he get this done and over with..." She thought to herself, now starting to get impatient.

  She then opened her eyes only to see a knife fly through the two, now stuck in the wall. They turned around to see an angry Luciano with his arm outstretched, indicating that he was the one who threw the weapon.

  Allen rolled his eyes and sighed. "Why are you getting involved, Luci?..." He asked. Luciano growled. "Don't f**king call me that you a**hole..." This was followed by another knife being thrown, this time cutting through the soft flesh of his cheek. Blood dripped down his face. He frowned and licked the blood off his lips.

  He then let go of (Y/N) and walked up to the Italian. To (Y/N)'s surprise, he wasn't holding his bat nor yelling a single swear. It was a bit too strange for comfort...

  Luciano stood at the doorway still angry. "Idiota! Can't you keep it down? I'm trying to get some damn sleep! Is that really too much to f**king ask of you?!" Allen smiled. "Maybe..."  His face was now starting to get red from rage. " Va' all'inferno..." He mumbled while turning around. Allen's expression went blank. "What..." He said with a now confused look. "Sorry, I don't speak Italian..."

Little note: (translation)

Va' all'inferno = go to hell