A Nailed-Bat-Armed Guardian Angel (Hetalia 2p UsUk)

Revenge

No one's pov

'Hello miss?' Oliver answered, the both of them straightened up and Allen's arms slowly left Oliver's sides. Now there was a tense and awkward air between the two.
Allen's secretary blabbered about some work Allen had to do, along with some teasing words about how she wanted to talk especially with Allen about some suspicious private issues.
Oliver frowned slightly and nodded 'Your secretary... Allen' the moment had anyway already been ruined, everything was awkward and tense between the two now, this wasn't going anywhere.
Allen nodded slightly and grabbed the phone before leaving the room 'I'm not in the mood for your stupid flirting right now, tell me what you must and then I'll hang up' Allen was unexpectedly cold towards her, but she had just ruined an intimate moment with Oliver and he couldn't let it slip that easily 'I fucking told you to not call me' Allen growled slightly, the secretary quickly changed subject and went back to Allen's work. She blabbered about some rich customers that needed a special treatment and then apologized before hanging up.
Allen sighed and went back to the room where Oliver was 'Where were we?' Allen spoke breaking the silence of the room, and hopeful to have a second chance with him, Oliver looked up at him 'The cookies, I was baking cookies' Allen looked to the side, he wasn't used to be turned down at such request, he looked really sad and broken 'Right... Your cookies...' nothing was going to happen soon 'Let's clean this mess...' Allen mumbled and grabbed the broom to clean up the remainings of the cookies.
Oliver rubbed his neck and looked down 'Do you think we can go out again like tonight?' Oliver mumbled '...Sure... If you'd like to' Allen answered 'Alright I'm gonna sleep now, goodnight' they waved at each other as Allen walked off to his room, Oliver tho, felt the urge to kill someone, their moment got interrupted by someone, and that someone needed to pay. Oliver wasn't the casual guy who randomly kills, he exactly knows how to trace his next victims, because he never killed for fun, but always because of something. Now, Oliver was going to kill out of jealousy and rage.
He knew how to trace a person's position with a phone number, Allen had left his phone in charge in the living room and as soon as Oliver heard Allen's snores he got up and went in the other room, grabbing Allen's phone.
Tracing the position, he found out that the girl wasn't too far from them, that was unexpectedly good. He found her, his knives drenched in poison, when he arrived where he needed to be, he stopped and checked all the exits.

Oliver's pov

She was going to be mine that night, of course not in a romantic way, that good girl was going to die this night. There was no exit beside the main door, the windows weren't a problem because I would have heard them open, I easily snuck in, the girl was sleeping on her pretty white bed, not knowing what was awaiting her.
Oliver wrote a little note for the police
'I got myself into something I wasn't supposed to be into
I ruined a romantic moment
I deserve to die'
But I'm not that stupid, it was going to look like a suicide.
The poor girl got stabbed right in her stomach, the poison had an immediate effect and she died some seconds after, I was holding a pillow on her mouth so her screams couldn't be heard anywhere, the poison got in her veins and coagulated her blood, turning it a dark red, almost black, from her stomach and up to her arms and down to her knees, a stunning view.
I'm a master in this, I grabbed her hand and put it on the knife's handle, brushing it all along so that my fingerprints would be replaced with hers, then I put the pillow back where it was, I always had a pill bottle in my pocket, I took it and placed it on her bedside table, I opened it and knocked it off, so that it seemed it had been dropped, then I grabbed a pill and crushed it, letting it fall inside her mouth, in the end I put the empty poison bottle under her bed, now it was perfect.
I gently placed the card where the pill bottle was and skipped out, making sure the house was completely closed on my way out.
I took off my shoes to be sure they weren't dripping blood and happily made my way back home, where I found an unpleasant surprise. Allen was up, frustratingly checking his phone.
I gulped and got my shoes on again as I approached the house.

Allen's pov

It was half an hour I was trying to get in touch with my secretary again, I wanted to apologize for the cold answers I gave her but she seemed like disappeared.
Oliver too wasn't home, what an odd hour to go on a walk, it was very dangerous to be out at this late hour, but when I turned my head I saw him in our driveway, approaching the door. Sighing relieved I opened the door 'Good, you're home, this is not a nice hour to be out at night, are you safe? Alright? Got into a fight?' I seemed an anxious mom but I couldn't help it, he seemed very odd in his answers to my questions tho, I brushed it off thinking he was only a tad tired 'Okay, time to bed, you must be tired' Oliver nodded and walked to his room, strangely fiddling with his fingers as if he was nervous I watched him and frowned 'So? What's wrong?'
Oliver looked at me
'Umm...'