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Cupcake Stall (Chapter 1)


It was another boring afternoon at school, the long drones of the teacher's voice were being drowned out by the slow ticking of the clock you stared at. It was quite obvious that no one was paying attention to her, but she chattered on with the lecture anyway. You tapped your desk lightly with you pen, growing tiresome of the lengthy class. However, this lesson would soon be over, you had a notepad ready for when the teacher would explain the homework. The teacher turned from the board to face the class, coughing loudly to gain the student's attention, and began reciting the assignments for the week.

"Our class will be holding a fundraiser this weekend. Please join up into pairs and plan a food stall, you may sell any food of your choice. The group with the most money raised will win a prize", the teacher relayed the assignment once more before the end of the lesson.

With the mention of a prize for the winner the entire class buzzed with excitement, pairs of students were already formed, leaving you, who was distracted by the bell ringing, to be a one-man band. You collected up your textbooks and trotted out of the classroom, making your way through the crowded hallways towards your locker. After arranging your things in your backpack, you sighed, this was going to be a long weekend.

~~~~~

There you sat, behind the small stall you had set up, rearranging your wares absentmindedly. It was only a regular table, with a large pink poster advertising the typical cupcakes you were selling. The street was entirely empty, the only sound came from the rare cars which sped down the road. Unfortunately, all the good spots in the neighbourhood had already been taken by other students who were eager to win the aforementioned prize. This meant that you were left with the lonesome dead-end street where your stall was set up, otherwise known as the weird side of town.

The sun had already begun to slowly descend to the horizon, bringing a cool breeze with it. You stared at the sky which slowly blended into orange, as you munched on the only cupcake which had managed to escape it's tray. Yes, you had already begun to eat your own products in a vain attempt to swallow your boredom.

As soon as you reached for a second iced pastry, a certain individual caught your eye. You hadn't seen anyone walk down the street for this entire day, let alone someone who looked as eccentric as this. The man had strawberry blond locks, sparkling sky blue eyes and was adorned in an intense pink vest with a baby blue bowtie to top it off.

Strange, very strange indeed.

As he slowly neared your unworthy stall, you gulped down the last bite of the cupcake. The odd man stopped in front of you, inspecting the decorated cakes on the table, with a wide grin plastered on his face.

"These look wonderful!", the man sung in a british accent, it suited him well, "How much are they, poppet?"

You raised a brow, wishing you could lazily point to the sign, but this was your first and probably only customer of the day. Meeting his gaze you replied, "They are a dollar each, sir", you winced at your almost robotic voice.

The man took a step back, staring at the cupcakes with admiration before glancing up to you, "No need to be so polite, please, call me Oliver", he smiled cheerily at you.

"Sure thing, Oliver. Now, are you going to buy the cupcakes or not?", you motioned towards the table of untouched goods, not including the few you recently scoffed.

"Dear, you sure are an impatient girl", he tutted and shook his head dissapointedly, "But, I will have to say I would like to try some of these amazing cupcakes! Did you make them yourself?"

You nodded in response. This man was seriously bipolar, lecturing you the first minute then admiring cupcakes the next. But you had to admit he was quite handsome, the simple mental defect could be overlooked. Oliver caught you staring at him and he flinched slightly, a blush dusting his cheeks a light pink as he brought a hand up to gingerly touch his freckled face.

"I'll take a box, please", he quickly requested as he handed you the money. You immediately packaged your finest, decorated cakes and handed him the pink box, flashing him a polite smile.

"I hope you enjoy them!", you chirped as he turned and left, his blush intensifying with each step he took. His strange actions caused you to tilt your head in thought, what was he embarrased of?


Once he was out of your line of sight you sighed, that man was definately a weird one, if it wasn't for his looks and charm you may have doubted his sanity.

The sky had already darkened and you had only made a miniscule profit during that daily ordeal, the prospect of obtaining the prize was flushed down the toilet. You began sorting the cupcakes into a bag to take home, perhaps you could shovel it all down in one night? Slowly and surely you began your treck back home, hauling your stall along with you.

You didn't feel so secure walking down this particular street at night, there could've been some knife-wielding pschopath wandering this very same neighbourhood. But this didn't bother you much since your mind was kept on the delicious cupcakes in your bag, as well as that delicious-looking gentleman you met earlier.

As you walked along the pavement, you noticed some pink wrappers left on the gravel. They were very familiar indeed, they were the cupcake cases you had used! The small trail led up to a bin, you poked your head over it and your gaze met the most horrifying thing. You could barely hold in a scream as you trembled, dropping the bags from your shoulders.

As there, in the bin, were half-eaten cupcakes.

The very same cupcakes you had sold to Oliver.

Why that son of a cup-fake!

How dare he even think of throwing away the sweet baked-goods you had slaved over the oven to create. This was war, you were definately going to teach that ungrateful man a lesson. He had better watch out, your revenge was going to imminent and sweet as hell for you to witness.

~~~~~

The sunlight was long gone, but you were still hunched beside the bin, cackling as you planned your revenge. Your instinct to kill the man had gone severly overboard as ideas of mutilation flooded your mind, perhaps you had one too many cupcakes? However, you had nothing to worry about during the evening, the intimidating aura which surrounded you could definately scare off any serial murderer who crossed your path, that's for sure!
:iconyay2penglandplz: I need to get all of my ideas for Oliver out of my system, to be honest he isn't even my favorite character! Perhaps I enjoy writing his persona, I find it fun. The title was supposed to be different, but it wouldn't fit :iconemocorner-iggy-plz: This series is going to be 3 chapters long, and I hope to finish it soon. Please enjoy, everyone, and comments are always appreciated!

Yeah, I know I am procrastinating my other works when I do this...

Chapter 1: You're here~!
Chapter 2: fav.me/d6mrc6s

I don't own the image.
Story ~All-Bark-No-Bite
Hetalia Hidekaz Himaruya
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:icontoonprincesszelda43:
ToonPrincessZelda43 Featured By Owner Jun 8, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
Oh no, I'm cplanning on killing the cutest 2p Characters (besides Iceland and Romano)! (Oliver and Luciano are my favs). 
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purpledragonflies Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
*GASP!* HOW DARE YOU THROW AWAY MY CUPCAKES!!!! I PUT MY SWEAT AND BLOOD INTO THOSE!!! (not literally) AND YOU THROW THEM AWAY!!!!
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TheTalkingTomato Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Wow, I though there was going to be like a bloody head in the trash can or something... Nope just cupcakes 

READER-CHAN YOU TROLL!! :iconyoumadbroplz:

Either way all is forgiven to reader-chan because we have to work together and even if they were just cupcakes, they were my cupcakes and nobody throws away my cupcakes :iconinternalinjuryplz:
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All-Bark-No-Bite Featured By Owner Dec 1, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Don't worry about their being a decapitated head in the bin, cupcakes are far worse!
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TheTalkingTomato Featured By Owner Dec 1, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
:icondatarseplz: TRUE DAT, GURL
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All-Bark-No-Bite Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Oh god that icon!! :iconenglandgiggleplz:
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:iconthetalkingtomato:
TheTalkingTomato Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Lol I know right xD
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SilverStitches09 Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2013
That.Son.Of.A.Bluberry.Muffin.
I'mma have to use all my special weapons on him. :icon2penglandglareplz:
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All-Bark-No-Bite Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist

Yeah! You can do it!

:iconyay2penglandplz:

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SilverStitches09 Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2013
Oh, besides that unimportant matter that I had discussed earlier, the fanfiction was BLOODY AWESOME! Despite Olivier being a charming douche, it was entertaining. Very, entertaining. 
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