The Chains of Insanity: Oliver Kirkland [2p!Hetalia]

Five

My dear boy Allen truly has quite a temper. He displays his hatred through his killings, his victims never given mercy. I wouldn't say I'm the merciful one, but sometimes I would prefer if Allen wouldn't bring it inside the house. But, I can't stop that. I can't control him for all I want. He is my sweet little boy, but there are times I would feel that he is an ungrateful one.

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"I'm going out!" was what I heard as I baked in the bakery kitchen. You see, there's a front door and back door. I always told the three of them to use the back door when going out, for I didn't want to scare my customers, but Allen isn't one to listen.

Luckily there were no customers, since he had his bat upon his shoulder. I watched him leave, his figure getting smaller and smaller into the moonlight.

It was a full moon, not a great night to kill. People could see him. But in this chaotic universe, who would care? I imagine Katalin, the second player of the country known as Hungary. A kind one she is, despite her previous marriage with Ryszard, the second player of Austria.

I closed up the bakery early, since the outside was filled with little people. Perhaps for once I would follow Allen. I never really had seen him in action. But one problem arises, for I had not a single idea where he had went!

I finished making the current batch, then kept them accordingly. I quickly grabbed my knife just in case, then headed out into the cool air.

I looked around constantly, perhaps once or twice I almost got into an accident for not paying attention to my surroundings. Curses were sent my way, which I hated very much. I ignored it as I continued my mission to find the dear American.

I finally spotted him when I heard loud cries of people fighting, as if a street brawl was going on. True, that was what happened, and my dear Allen was fighting on his own. The others seemed to be targeting him, with their weapons raised. Bats, pipes, large blades. Yet the redhead managed to fend them off. They kept going at him, as if they wanted his fall. What had Allen done without my knowledge? What is it he had been doing without me knowing, as I stayed at the bakery?

Those were questions I wanted answers. Right this very moment. I stomped over to the large group and stabbed the nearest one to me - it was obvious he was one of them for he held a metal pipe - then shouted,"Allen F Jones!" All the fighting ceased as they looked at my way, and while I kicked off the man who was dying.

He looked at me shock and all, probably due to the fact that I wasn't supposed to be there; but I was. And I gave my demand,"What is going on, you idiot!?"

He growled at me,"Go back! This is not your place!" I shouted back,"Yes it is my business to know what you are doing!" The gang around us didn't seem to be patient, for one attacked me. I stabbed that one as easily as cutting paper, then shouted with a question,"Who is the leader!?"

A large man appeared, his fat didn't seem to be in the way of his walking. He looked as if he was a glutton. Accessories donned his neck, ears and fingers, all glittering gold. His face was not shaven, and his teeth yellow as he spoke,"I am. Who demanded for my presence?"

I made myself known, standing just a few mere feet away from him. I smiled, my insanity coming to light,"Good evening, mister. I was the one who asked for your presence." Three common words he asked towards me,"Who are you?"

I couldn't help but laugh, and I was fully aware of my eyes. Baby blue with pink swirls. I believed he looked into my eyes since he had such a shocked face. It amuses me so much to see the different reactions of people towards my eyes. "You're not human..." he stuttered out. I replied,"Neither is Allen. Why do you think he has red eyes?"