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

Old Memories

Allen's pov

I was tapping my foot on the ground, nervously biting my inner cheek. Oliver was acting strange, this wasn't his normal behavior, he seemed nervous and was hiding something from me, and I didn't like it. 'C'mon what is it?' I tried to make him talk nicely, but he didn't seem like talking, he didn't seem like doing anything to be honest.

'Umm...' Oliver mumbled, but then I saw something red and suspicious on his shoes 'Is that blood??' I asked, to which Oliver said 'N-No! No it's... Uh... Red Velvet batter...?' not even he believed what he had just said.
'That's anything but Red Velvet batter Oliver...' I sighed 'Paint?' Oliver asked, to which I shook my head 'It's...' Oliver trailed off.
'Whatever. Do you know if my secretary called me and I didn't answer? I wanted to call her back but she isn't answering. She normally isn't asleep at this hour...' I asked him, changing the subject

No one's pov

'Why do you know if she usually sleep at this hour?! Do you call her or spend time with her at night?! Text her?!' Oliver then asked, in an unexpected fit of jealousy. Allen frowned and raised a brow 'Oliver. I don't know what has gotten into you, but calm the fuck down or else I'm not gonna listen to you.' Allen said, but still hadn't answered Oliver. He was acting too strange for his standards, something was going on, and it wasn't good.
'I-I... Uh..' Oliver started 'I might have...' he looked down and fiddled with his hands 'N-Nothing! Goodnight!' Oliver said and sped up into his room, avoiding any kind of eye contact or other conversation. If it wasn't that Allen rushed after him, following him upstairs before just getting locked out of Oliver's room. He banged his fist on the door trying to get Oliver to open up and talk to him already 'Oliver it's not like I get traumatized by stuff anymore, I kill people on an almost daily basis, I went to jail a couple times. I can recognize blood Oliver, what happened?!' he yelled at the door but stopped his knocking motions for a bit, hearing Oliver moving inside the room. Then silence.
Allen, who always had at least one bobby pin into his hairs, pulled it out and slowly picked the lock of his own door, not really having time to look around the house for the copy of that key. He opened the door, and Oliver wasn't there, but the window was opened and the tents were flying in the breeze of the night.
Oliver had escaped the house, or at least that's what Allen thought, Oliver was just on the roof, staring at the starry sky of that breezy summer night.

Oliver's pov

It was actually cold, or at least I felt cold. I felt like I had to tell Allen everything that I've done but that wouldn't be easy at all. I wanted to go back inside, you would never tell that night was a cold one, a breezy one, one of the nights that only took ice and snow, because the day had been warm like any normal northern summer.
In these nights I liked to think about my life, future possibilities, but I very much missed the warmth of a loved one next to me.
I wouldn't say I'm needy at all actually. I've been with someone in the past, but it wasn't much fun, and he was the one that had left me, Oh it happened so much time ago... I closed my eyes, and my mind began to fly into my memories of five years ago.

London, United Kingdom. 2015

No one's pov

Oliver and his boyfriend were out on a normal Sunday Date. They had just got out from the cinema and they were walking down the street to find a nice place where to have ice cream, which the Brit was craving at the moment and was basically pleading the other to get some.

Then Oliver sped up to go look at the window of a bakery he loved, letting go of the other's hand, little did he know, it would have been the last time he would have ever held it again. Oliver glanced back at his lover, talking to him, but he noticed the other didn't give any reaction to his words, and just stared at him.

Oliver frowned at that, it had never happened before 'Fran? Love what's wrong?' he asked concerned to the other, who snapped out of his trance 'Don't call me that Oliver.' he started
'You're clingy and don't let me have time alone, never. You continuously talk about magic and your stupid sweet recipes, all our dates are the same three things over and over, and we never got a little more intimate after almost two years of dating. You're not enough, this is our last date ever.' he said, and with this he turned around, leaving Oliver crying alone in front of the bakery and disappearing into the crowd.

Oliver tried to live normally and forgetting about what had happened that day, but every side of the city hid a memory of the two, and that's why he moved to New York City, America, a city clean from any memory he could have ever had, a way to start a new chapter of his life.

New york City, USA. Present time

No one's pov

The thoughts were hurting Oliver's heart, and now he was sobbing on the roof of his room, letting the breeze capture his cries.
But then, he was startled by a familiar voice 'Hey...'