The Path that lies Ahead (SovietReich)

Chapter 5

Soviet Union POV:

I heard someone run down the hall and a scream suddenly. I dropped my sickle and pulled down my sleeves. I'll just bandage my arms later... I peeked out the door and wanted to get sick.

America was there interrogating Sara.

"WHERE IS HE!?" she looked terrified "Who!?.." he yelled louder "SOVIET!" I felt my heart drop and start racing. He's after me... Why? How did he find me? What can I do?.. I quietly shut the door and looked around my room. There must be some hiding place... I noticed my bed had a lot of space under it. Perfect! I quickly slid under the bed and cover my mouth so to silence my breathing. I had plenty of practice as a spy so I knew how to stay quiet when necessary.

America slammed my door open and searched around quickly then went to the next room. I felt a sigh of relief in my mind when Sara peeked under. "I'm locking you in here." I glared at her "Why!?" she rolled her eyes "so he doesn't come back in here" she pulled away and walked over to the door. I'm impressed that I didn't notice her entrance. Suddenly someone else slid in and the door shut after them.

*click*

and now I'm locked in with this someone... I peeked out from under the bed to find Reich leaning against the wall. "NO! Why are you here!?" he glared at me and quickly put a finger on his mouth "SHHHH!" I rolled my eyes and slid out from under the bed. I sat on the bed and laid back.

Why was America searching for me? Does he need something? Does he want to kill me again? and why the hell did Reich slide in here!?

That could be answered at least. I sat up and glared at him. "Why are you here?" he rolled his eyes "So America doesn't catch me obviously!" I frowned "He's not after you. He's after me." he looked away. I could tell by his eyes that he didn't know that and wouldn't look at me out of embarrassment. I know him too well. The way he acts and fidgets. The emotions laying in plain sight. He taught me how to build up walls. I knew every emotion just by looking at him, I never wanted to be like that. I stared at the floor trying to avoid talking.

"So I guess you must really hate me?"

I looked at him shocked and ticked. He looked at me softly and sad. "That's a bit of an understatement." he looked down "I know but I never meant to hurt you, you know..?" I could hardly listen to his excuses "Bullshit! You not only stabbed me in the back literally and metaphorically, you shot me when I tried to let you go!" he gave me this weird look like I had just made a mistake? "Speaking of which, why didn't you kill me... back in Stalingrad" I looked away quickly. I hate that question... because I don't even know the answer... I had the full chance to shoot him dead and be a hero to my country. I could've saved thousands maybe millions... but I couldn't do it!.. I could never shoot him!...

Why...

That was the part that hurt. There wasn't a why. I hate him. I know I do. I wish he weren't here right now! Though if I had to kill him I couldn't... I glanced back at him. He still looked at me expecting an answer. "It's none of your business so you can stop looking at me." he rolled his eyes and stared at me more. I looked away trying to ignore him. I could feel his eyes dig into me. I looked at him and sure enough he was still staring "Ok! Why are you staring at me!?" he looked down and stared at the floor for a bit. I looked away annoyed. What is his problem... I glanced over to see him staring again. I snapped immediately "WHAT!?" he flinched at my yelling but didn't move "Is my looking at you that annoying?" I looked away "Yes. It is." I noticed out of the corner of my eye he looked away "I remember when you used to taunt me and I'd get so mad but you laughed in that dumb Russian accent of yours..." I looked at him and tried to read his eyes, though he just looked empty, for once I couldn't read him "I'm glad my accent is dumb to you." he frowned "I didn't mean it like that." this only made me curious "Do you want me to make fun of how much you've shrank?" I smirked at him grimacing "Are you always this shitty?" he glared at me "Well your one to talk Mr.I can't hold a contract because I'm a piece of shit who will RIP IT IN TWO!" I snapped. I don't know why I said such things but I couldn't help it. Being in his presence made me want to kill something. He walked over to me and put his face near mine "I can hold a contract actually Mr.I'm gonna cheat on my wife with another man for no reason." I glared at him "Don't bring my family into this!" he inches closer "Oh I will." I inched closer not daring to back down from his threats "Well guess what happened to Germany once you were gone." he narrowed his eyes "Don't even mention his name you commie." he inches closer and then stopped "Uh.." I looked at him confused only for me to see his widen eyes look at my lips. We were barely centimeters apart. I felt his hot breath against my lips and once again my body felt frozen. Some part of me wanted to be drawn forward. I want to seal the gap between our lips finally... It seemed like timed stopped as we stared at each other. Neither of us dared move...

Finally he leaned forward...

...

NO!

I pushed him back quickly before we could touch. He fell to the floor and looked at me disappointed. I grimaced realizing he actually had tried to kiss me!? "What is wrong with you!?" he looked down "I wasn't trying anything..." I practically snarled "Bullshit! You leaned in!" he glared at me "Well you weren't pulling away! I thought you wanted it!" I snapped again

"Why would I ever kiss YOU AGAIN!"

The door suddenly clicked open and America was standing there...

I couldn't tell if he was more shocked to see me, Reich, or the both of us together...