There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best
For my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet
Oliver sighed as he wiped the blood off his blade. Yet another one bites the dust. He giggled insanely as picked up the decapitated head. "That's what you get for calling me weak~" He sickly smile only increased. He started giggled insanely then, he stopped. He drew a deep breath before throwing the head on the floor in defeat. "What the bloody hell am I doing?" he questioned him-self silently. He turned to look at the unfinished decorated cupcakes abandoned on his counter. He lightly put a bloody hand by his heart, a tingle of pain tugging at him.
It was you.
You were everywhere.
Your scent waffled his senses as he laid down on your, once, bed. Your hair on his brush/comb. Your pictures you drew of him. He could feel tears come down his cheeks once more. "______, poppet, please come back..."
Yet year after year,
it's the same routine
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing
Oliver sighed happily as the world meeting whet on. America and Canada began to fight for...Oliver wasnt paying attention why. To be honest, he could really care less. It was the same thing, over and over again. His world seemed to be repeating itself daily. Sure there would be some spice here and there, but nothing exciting.
Nothing exciting like his 1p! Had it.
His 1p! had everything:
Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
Emptiness began to grow
There's something out there, far from my home
A longing that I've never known
He longed to be with you. Sure occasionally Canada, America, or even France would come to visit. But they wouldn’t stay. He could see it in England’s eyes, he could even FEEL, the powerful affect you had in their lives. He looked down sadly as he got up and left the now empty room. There was something about you, something that made him wait, long for you. He tried to figure these feelings. But nothing seemed to pop up that was familiar.
He sniffled as he thought of the first time the two of you had met.
I'm a master of fright, and a demon of light
And I'll scare you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
And I'm known throughout England and France
"Are you sure?" England said hesitantly. "He's not exactly 'SANE' you know..." He looked at his spell book the up at you. The magic circle glowing in the dark room.
"Positive! If we are really going to get serious then i want to know EVERY one of you." You smiled at your fiancée warmly. He sighed and handed you a bottle that had a purple mist flowing in it.
"If you break this bottle, then the spell will send you back here." He looked at you pleading. "Just please, love, be safe?" you nodded in determination, then jumped through the portal.
“And since I am dead, I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean quotations
No animal nor man can scream like I can
With the fury of my recitations”
You heard the insane Brit scream at the top of his lungs. You had landed straight onto his bed. The plush pillows breaking your fall. You looked to see the main colors; pink and blue. You walked down casually, confident he wouldn’t kill you. You turned to see the man in the kitchen, the pink apron tied around his back. You could tell he was making cupcakes. He started to hum; blissfully unaware of the fact you were right behind him. You cleared your throat.
He jumped slightly and turned to look at you. You smiled warmly as you expected him. He had the same eyebrows, but different hair. “Hi, I am ____-“
“Yes, I know who you are poppet…” He quickly whispered and started to walk closer to you. You were faced to face with him now, gently, with a flour covered hand; he lightly cupped your cheek. he smelt just like blood. You could hear him breath deep. He cleared his throat, before turning around. “Ah, yes...where was I? Ah! yes…” He turned back to the cupcakes. “To what honor do I have, to see MY fiancée?” You gulped.
“W-well, I wouldn’t say yours…but, ok.” You took a deep breath and began once again. “I wanted to know more about you… you know, why England didn’t tell me sooner about you…” He raised a brow, curiously.
“Why on bloody earth, would you want to know about a killer?” He turned around to smile sadistically, trying to scare you. You simply shrugged. “Curiosity killed the cat.” He stated simply.
“Satisfaction brought it back…” you retorted.
But who here would ever understand
That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown, if they only understood
He'd give it all up if he only could
Time seemed to fly by as you hanged out with your with your ‘fiancée.’ It had been 2 weeks and Oliver could tell he had been falling for you. He wanted you, needed you. You were always seemed to there for him when he needed you most. He soon did NOT want anyone to visit, for they would take time away from the two of you.
Oliver chocked a sob as he unlocked the door to his house. You were just sitting on the couch, watching T.V. You shut it off as the man caught your attention. “Oli? What’s wrong?” You got up to see the Brit now bawling. You ushered him to his room as he began to sob uncontrollably. You both sat down on the bed. “Oli? Tell me what’s wrong.”
“F-Fran-ce s-says th-that you w-will leave m-me forever!” He stuttered out. You looked at him and frowned slightly. “A-and he said I-I w-will end up alone!” You wrapped your arms around him as he cried into your chest.
“Oh, Oliver, I love you….I love you.” You whispered over and over again. The two of you lay there like that until his breathing was under controlled. You gently pulled him away to find out he was sleeping. You smiled and laid him down on the bed, getting up to leave him rest.
Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
You cleaned up Oliver’s mess from earlier when he was making cupcakes. You felt two hands snake around your waist, you jumped in surprise. Oliver put his chin on your shoulder. He was grinning for some odd reason.
“I love you some much _____” He whispered and kissed your neck lovingly. You shivered.
“I love you so much poppet…there for, I can not let you go.”
The glass bottle fell to the ground, the purple mist surrounding the two of you. You gasped as he whipped you around. His blue eyes had a pink swirl in them, and…
…he was crying.
He had the face of insanity, but cried like a baby.
“So take me to 1p!...So I can kill him, and make you mine…
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears…