Yay! Welcome back! As I said before, this chapter is going to be set in Oliver's POV so yeah! Another thing is that I will keep these Author's Notes short so you can go on with the story! Thank you!
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Oliver paced around in the cold, wreaked basement, the sound of his shoes echoing throughout the basement. As the time passed, he grew more and more worried.
"What is Allen going to say? How will he react?! Oh he will probably hate me! I've really messed up now..." He told himself, practically pulling out his baby pink hair.
He paced for about a good 15 minutes, debating whether or not to go and tell Allen. He sighed, deciding he might as well get it over with. He headed up the stairs, opening the door and the smell of smoke hit him like a brick wall. He waved his hand in the air to waft away the smell, following it to the front door. Upon his arrival, eh found a certain blonde male. His long, wavy hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, and he wore a Canadian police uniform. His hat was pulled down and his dark black sades covered his eyes. A cigarette was held in between his index and middle finger, as he raised it to his mouth, inhaling the smoke, and exhaling after a while, the off white smoke speadng in the air around them. Well, that explained the smoke smell.
"I heard you let him get away. Hm?" He spoke in a low growl.
"M-Matt! I swear I didn't mean too! I tr-"
"ENOUGH!!" He roared over the smaller male, causing Oliver to shrink back in fear. "You had ONE f***ing job. To capture him and keep him hostage for about two weeks while you go out and collect information on the rest of the other sons of b****es. How the hell did you manage to f*** that up?! Hell you murder people and bake them into cupcakes!!!" He continued to yell at the other.
Oliver stood there in shame, feeling tears well up in his neon blue eyes, which were usually bright and constantly happy, now turned dull and flooded with sadness and shame. Before he knew it, hot tears were streaming down his face as he held back sobs.
"I-I'm sorry Matt...I.."
"I don't want to hear your f***ing 'I'm sorry's, I just want to know how the hell this happened!!!" He screamed.
Oliver simply continued to cry, unable to answer the other's needs...er...wants. After about 5 more minutes of complete silence between the two (with an exception of Oliver's sobs), Matt finally just sighed.
"What happened to you...you used to be GREAT!! You used to fight back, used to never hesitate to kill someone...NEVER!!! Now look at you!" Matt yelled. "Ever since Allen started to rebel you went all soft....You b****...." And with that, Matt left.
Oliver watched as he walked away, rubbing his eyes. He sighed and quietly followed the other. Matt looked back at the other, sighing himself. They walked back to the hotel, the cold breeze that had arose from out of no where licking at their exposed flesh.
They entered the room, a male with dark red hair with matching maroon eyes sat on the nearest bed. He wore a white shirt that hung open half way down and a dark brown bomber jacket, the hem covered in blood. He stood up when he heard the door open, tuning and watching as Matt yanked Oliver in by the collar. Oliver yelped quietly, blushing at the sight of the other.
"H-Hello Allen....H-How are you do-" He started, only to be cut off.
"Shut up! What the hell are you going back?" He growled, walking closer to the two of them.
Oliver's blush faded as he saw how angry the other male was getting. He looked down, tears starting to threaten to spill from the neon blue eyes. He sniffed, a single tear falling. The male growled again.
"Don't f***ing tell me....You lost him! You let him get away?! How the hell did you manage to do that?!" He yelled, grabbing Oliver by the collar and yanking him from Matt's grasp. "You better listen to me, and listen well...you are going to find that man, capture him once more, and kill anyone and everyone that get's in your way...GOT IT?!" He yelled, finally throwing him back against the wall.
Oliver slid down the wall, pulling his legs to his his chest and laying his head on his knees, quietly crying again.
"Allen...What are we-" Matt started, only to be interrupted by the dark haired male.
"Matt...Go and find them...I'll stay here and try and calm him down." Allen stated, standing up and walking over and sitting next to the other.
Matt gave him a puzzled look, but nodded and exited the room. Allen never really showed affection.
Allen sighed, wrapping an arm around the crying Brit. He pulled him closer, hugging him.
"Hey...Come on now. There i-is no reason to c-cry..." He stuttered, having really no idea about what to do. He had never done this before.
Oliver looked up at him, his tear stained face red his eyes were somewhat puffy. Allen noticed something though, his freckles were gone. He remembered back when he was younger that Oliver had freckles, but how people would say that he looked ugly with them. Allen frowned and moved his hand and wiped at his cheek, the once missing spots now lightly appearing. He wiped them again,, the spots now fully appearing.
"What the hell Oliver? are you...wearing make-up?" He asked, thinking it was just so he could look more like the male he had posed as, but he would have taken it off along with the rest of the 'costume'. "You don't have to cover your freckles...I...I u-uh...Think they're cute..." He said quietly, blushing.
Oliver blushed as well, wiping the rest of the make-up off.
"Y-yeah....I-I was...I hate them...and so does everyone else..." He said quietly, looking back down. "B-But...I;m glad you think they are nice...er...cute..." He said even quieter.
Oliver had started to question the other's mental health. He had never called anyone, or anything, cute before. In fact, he despised the word. Oliver soon felt Allen's gloved finger tips lift his head, their eyes meeting. Oliver blushed slightly deeper, as Allen slowly pulled them closer, leaning in himself. Oliver watched as Allen closed his eyes and connected their lips.
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YAY!!! Chapter two is done! I'm going to do this story as every chapter will change POVs...so yeah... The next one is probably going to be in Alfred's POV, and then Matt's! Then we are going to get to the Canadacest ( Red Velvet Pancakes)!!! More yaoi to come! I'm planning for some Smut later on! Wooooo! Thank's for reading! Bai!!!
