Warning: OOCness, cupcakes, baseball bats, and CRACK!
You stood on the porch of your uncle's house. Your dad, Arthur Kirkland, knelled in front of you with a very serious look on his face. "(First Name)," He started, his bushy eyebrows coming together in worry. "You must promise me to not eat anything while you're here. Especially the cupcakes!"
You pouted. "But Daddy-" Arthur gripped your shoulder. "Promise." You huffed before promising Arthur that you wouldn't eat anything. After you promised, Arthur ringed the doorbell of a surprisingly large house. You looked around while you waited for your uncle to open the door.
You thought it was strange that your uncle painted the outside of his house a very bright shade of pink and blue, but you loved it anyway. In your eyes, you were about to have the most exciting tea party you've ever had. Specifically because you've never met this uncle before.
You actually didn't know you had an Uncle Oliver. You had Uncle Alfred, Uncle Matthew, and Uncle Francis, but no Uncle Oliver until recently. Your uncles were taking your dad somewhere (you didn't know where) and all the other nations were busy/didn't want to. So Alfred dropped the bomb right in front of you, mentioning how Oliver could babysit.
For some reason, Arthur got mad at Alfred, and nearly killed him with his scones. But you still asked him about this uncle, and insisted that you go over to his house. So here you both were, on a pink porch, facing a blue door.
When the door opened, a man that looks a lot like Arthur smiled before seeing who was at his door. He had the same bushy eyebrows, but his cheeks had freckles that reminded you of sprinkles on cupcakes. When he did, he frowned. "Pardon me for being rude, but what would you be doing here?" You smiled at your new uncle. "Hello!" You said cheerfully. He looked down on you, realizing that you were there, and couldn't help but smile. "Why, hello! And what might your name be?"
"I'm (First Name) (Last Name)-Kirkland!" You said proudly. "Oh, and why doesn't Daddy want me to eat your cupcakes?" Oliver glanced at Arthur. "I think he's just jealous of my cooking skills, Poppet." Arthur was just about to start yelling at Oliver when you spoke. "Why? I like Daddy's fish and chips! He doesn't make very good scones though."
"Is that so? Why don't you come in for some tea." Oliver suggested. "Sure!" You skipped in. When you were already in, Oliver shut the door in Arthur's face.
You were sitting in the middle of a blue couch with a pink flower pattern on it, your feet not even close to touching the ground. You smiled at Oliver, who was sitting on the other side of the wooden coffee table. "You have such a pretty house." You complimented. You wanted to go explore it, but you thought it would be rude.
"Thank you, Poppet! It's hard to believe that Arthur raised you." Oliver took a sip from one of his colorful tea cups. "Daddy had a lot of help from my uncles, though he gets in a lot of fights with Uncle Francis. . . ." You giggled at the memory of Alfred and Matthew trying to stop Arthur and Francis from strangling each other to death.
"Though it is hard to believe that he raised you, I'm not surprised he didn't tell me he had a daughter." Oliver sighed. "Don't be sad Uncle Ollie! Mr. Kiku told me that Daddy's gone insane, so I guess he did it for some crazy reason." Oliver chocked on his tea, and started laughing. You didn't know what was so funny, but you had a feeling that it was something you said.
"Hehe, I'm sorry for laughing, Poppet." Oliver apologized. "I don't think it's bad that you found something funny. Mr. Feli always says that laughing is good for the heart, so in a way I'm doing you a favor! Even though I don't know what I said that was so funny." You smiled, taking a sip from your own tea.
"Daddy told me not to have any cupcakes." You said when Oliver gave you two cupcakes to chose from. One was pink, and the other was blue. You didn't want to offend your uncle or anything, but you had to admit that they smelled a little funny.
"Poppet, these cupcakes are perfectly fine, I promise." You stared at him hard. "You lie." You said after a long time of staring. "What!? Why would I ever lie?" Oliver protested. You picked up the blue cupcake. "Uncle Ollie, do you believe in unicorns?" Oliver frowned in confusion. "No, why?" You suddenly stuck the cupcake to his forehead, the frosting causing it to stick. "BELIEVE!"
"Wha-? Why did you do that!?" Oliver asked. You shrugged. "I grew up with my uncles. One of them was bound to rub off on me."
Oliver sighed. You insisted on playing hide and seek, and he had to admit that you were better at hiding than him. "Poppet! I give up! You win!" Silence. Oh, butterscotch.
Oliver heard a knock on the door. He opened it up to his brother Al and his infamous baseball bat. "I don't have time right now, Al. I have to find Poppet." Oliver sighed again. "Who?" Al asked. Oliver tried to close the door, but Al used his bat to keep it open. "Seriously, who?" Oliver rolled his eyes. "My niece, I'm supposed to be babysitting her but she ran off somewhere." He opened the door wider. "And if you would be so kind, help me find her."
"SURPRISE ATTACK!" You tackled Oliver from behind, knocking both of them over. You laughed at the surprised look on their faces. "Hehehe! I win!" You started to do a victory dance.
"Uncle Al, do you believe in unicorns?" You asked. Al looked slightly confused. "Uncle. . . ?" Oliver glanced up from his tea. "Just say yes, it would make things a whole lot easier."
"RUN!" Al shouted at Oliver, sprinting down the hallway. Oliver looked off to where his brother ran, and glanced back just in time to know to get out of the way. You were swinging Al's bat in front of you, giggling like a maniac. Oliver started tearing up after you past by. "Makes me so proud." He wiped a tear away.
"Can I keep it?" You asked Al, bat still in hand. "Yes! Keep it! Just stop pointing it at me!" You smiled happily before looking down at the nailed bat with dried blood on it. "Why? Is it supposed to do something?" You swung it again, and Al took cover behind the couch.
"Put it away, Poppet! You're gonna break something!" Oliver said from his spot on the couch Al hid behind. You frowned before setting it down on the coffee table.
Ding-dong! The doorbell went off while you and Oliver were painting the bat (favorite color) while Al sulked in his tea. You rushed to see who was at the door this time, but realized it was just Arthur. You swung the door open, bat in hand, and smiled at your father.
"Hi, Daddy! Look what Uncle Al gave me!" You held up the bat that still had traces of blood on it. He frowned at the sight of it. "(First Name), we are not keeping that bat."
"Why not~?" You whined. Suddenly, an arm reached over your head and stuck a pink cupcake on Arthur's forehead. "BELIEVE BITCH!" Al shouted. Oliver piped up beside him with a jar of money in his hand. "Swear-jar!" Al groaned, giving up a dollar for the jar. You sulked on the porch, clutching the bat to your chest.
Arthur had to drag you to the car, and pry the bat from your hands. In the car, you babbled on about the time you spent with your uncles.
"Can I come agai-"
Al flopped on the couch when you finally got in the car and left. He ran a hand through his hair, glancing over at his brother. "That girl's scary." Oliver smirked. "Doesn't it make you proud of the little witch?"