The Path that lies Ahead (SovietReich)

Chapter 3

Naz POV:

"What's his problem."

I rolled my eyes at JE. "You know his problem. He doesn't like us" she looked at me "but why though?" I looked down and didn't answer. Sara walked in "you two ok?" JE jumped up "You said we'd get our disguises today! That we can go out in public! Are they done!?" I looked at Sara since I was curious as well. I fell out my chair startled,

to see Reich standing behind her.

She rushed over "Are you ok!?" I pointed at Reich who smiled at me "Look!" she turned them looked back at me concerned. Oh right... I just made a fool of myself. They can't see him. "I'm sorry... Never mind." Soviet walked in and Reich disappeared "What's the all the noise for?" I stood up and fixed the chair I fell out of. Sara continued staring at me concerned. I just stared at my hands. "None of you can answer?" Sara spoke up finally "Naz just fell Soviet stop worrying" he glared at me "I don't care." and with that he stormed off and slammed himself up in his room. I sighed and laid my head on the table.

He of course is still mad at me for what I did...

Soviet Union POV:

I sat on the floor of my room. I looked down and noticed blood dripping down my hand. Great I cut too deep again... Now I need to find bandages. I opened the door and went back to the kitchen everyone was in. I could see everyone tense in my presence. Sara looked at me "What do you need now?" I frowned "I nee-" suddenly the door behind me open and Italy stepped out "Hey Sara have you seen my gloves?" she smiled "Oh yeah! Here" she picked up white gloves and turned to hand them to him but I was between them...

I stumbled back quickly

White gloves...

No...no..no!

Not again! why does this happen!?

"Soviet!?"

who was that, everything is blurry...?

I felt my head hit the floor hard and darkness consumed me....

*flashback*

It was a normal morning. Except for one thing. In the office everyone seemed nervous? I didn't know why and eventually I asked one of my comrades

"Oh, comrade Stalin hasn't come out of his room this morning... No one is daring to go in there but it's starting to get concerning..."

I frowned confused. Last night he did have a party? Maybe it's a hangover?

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Eventually morning turned to evening and evening turned to sunset. No sign of my leader coming out. I walked up to his room with my comrades and a maid. "Are you sure he won't kill me..?" the maid stumbled out. I looked at her and frowned "I can not make any promises..." she teared up but walked up to my leader's room. She knocked a few times and we stood and watched. Eventually she opened the door and walked in. Immediately we heard a scream of horror!?

We ran in to find him on the floor dead in his own piss.

He had a stroke!?

My leader was gone... My leader was gone! Someone new will be in charge! I will never deal with anymore abuse! No more torture! No more slurs and judgment! I pretended to be sad in front of my comrades and excused myself to go outside. I went outside far from earshot.

I couldn't help but laugh hysterically...

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