Alstroemeria

Chapter 37

You had been awake for a while, but currently you sat on your island top, drinking coffee. Liechtenstein had decided to go hang out with her brother, it was Saturday afterall, you were free to do whatever you pleased. For you, your Saturday activity was going to the small town nearby with Victor and visiting a few shops. You sat on your island, sighing into your warm coffee, waiting.

After what felt like forever you heard Victor's excited knock (you knew it was him, it was the same rhythm every time). You were already dressed so you put down your coffee and picked up your bag. As soon as you had picked up your backpack the left strap snapped. It had been holding onto a string for the past week, did it have to snap now?

"One moment..." You groaned out to Victor, you heard him groan back. Impatient much?

You went into the bedroom, turning on the light, and opening the right side of the closet. You scanned your belongings for a bag, but none were adequate. You had two bags out in the open, they were both a bit ratty and old (broken handles/straps; you have worse luck with straps on your bags than you'd like to admit). You huffed, realizing you'd have to use the demon bag.

The demon bag was a not-so-pretty. black, pho-leather, satchel that your current boss had gotten you. She forced you to take it, and so it sat in it's turquoise box on the top shelf. It was very heavy for being so small, and was a bit oddly sized--whether you thought it too big or too small, you could never tell. You stood on your tippy-toes and retrieved the turquoise box. Victor's knock rang out again, now more impatient.

"Just hold on!" You yelled out to him, opening the box and ripping the satchel from it's tissue-paper-grasp. You shoved your phone, wallet, and a water bottle inside of it, it all barely fit. You then shoved the broken back-pack right next to the other broken bags, and headed to the front door.

Opening it you saw Victor looking excited.

"Let's go-oh my god what is that?" He pointed to the demon bag, hissing. "I haven't seen that thing in years."

"It's been three years since I've worn it." You stated, matter of factly. "My only other good bag broke."

"Well... Let's go then!" He grabbed your arm, leading you to the elevator. When you stepped in your heard someone yell out,

"'old zhe elevator, please!" It was a female voice, french accented. A blonde girl with her hair tied into a long side braid with a large red or blue hair bow, and her bangs held back on the right side of her head by bobby pins. She also had glasses and a stern expression on her face. France followed behind her, smiling once he saw you.

"Merci." The girl said.

"Of course." You replied. France and the girl stepped in.

"Ah, Belvisida, bonjour!" France greeted, patting your head. "Belvisida, this is Monaco." France pulled the girl close by her shoulder, the girl (who had been giving off a very stylish aura) greeted you.

"Bonjour."

"Ah, hello." You said.

It was a short elevator ride, France eyed Victor, and vice versa (both in suspicious and other ways). You and Monaco made small talk, you learned a bit about her history with France, and she- well, barely learned anything about you.

The elevator came to a stop, the doors opening and all four of you walking out. France and Monaco waved.

"Au revoir." They said, walking away from the entrance (there was a small hang out room just behind the front desk).

You and Victor walked out into the front, just as you made it to the gates you heard Victor's phone ding, a car pulled into the drive. A lyft? Uber? Eh, all the same. You and Victor got into the car, wearily. Your driver ended up being a nice, older woman who you enjoyed a nice conversation with. She dropped you off right across the street from a cute bake shop, the sign said 'Ollie's Confectionary: Have a treat'.

"Have fun, kids!" The nice lady yelled out of her window. You nodded, Victor gave a thumb's up.

Victor hastily led you inside of the bakery, when you entered a bell rang. It was completely empty, but soon a cheerful-looking man with alarmingly familiar eyebrows appeared from what you assumed was the kitchen.

"Hello, Victor!" The man greeted, his hair and eyes were strange to say the least, but he seemed to fit into the pink and blue bakery. He gasped when he saw you. "My! And who's this lovely poppet?"

"This..." Victor paused, as if waiting for a drumroll, "Is Y/N~!" He sung out, shoving you towards the counter that separated you and the cheerful man.

"Oh~! Hello, Y/N. Aren't you just so cute! I'm Oliver, but please, call me Ollie!" He said, grinning at you and examining you.

"Um, hello... Ollie?" You said, unsure. He gasped again.

"Ohmygoodnessnooneevercallsmebymynicknamethankyou~!" He grabbed your face from over the counter and grinned so widely you thought his face might break.

[Oliver..?: Oh my goodness no one ever calls me by my nickname thank you]

"You're...welcome?" You were a bit awkward, this man--whom you did not know--was so happy to meet you? Was he always like this?

"Well, poppet, welcome to my bakery~!" He calmed down, releasing your face. "Would you like to try some cuppy-cakes?"

"Sure." You said, excited for the sweets.

"How about the... vanilla ones? Chocolate?" Oliver began to pull out cupcakes from the display, you noticed some red velvet ones. Red velvet is one of your favorites!

"What about red velvet?" You asked. His face dropped before returning to its original grin.

"No no, those are... special cupcakes." He said, thinking about his words carefully.

"Oh, okay." You said, not paying too much mind to it (though it was a bit suspicious).

After a while of sampling cupcakes and other pastries you and Victor decided to head out.

"Goodbye~!" Oliver waved, excitedly. You and Victor both bid your farewells.

"Oh, let's check out that boutique, you need a new bag." Victor said, dragging you a few doors down to an expensive looking boutique. As soon as you both entered you heard a voice welcome you.

"Welcome to-" A loud gasp cut the voice off.