Sides ( Rusame )

Part III

-AN- PRISON- I mean school is over, so I can now update. This chapter is fully around how USSR and N@zi's life goes. There will be important things mentioned throughout the whole chapter, so there will be a summary for people who don't like the ship. ( This is mostly for my friend @Shyrii09. They are one of my few friends on here I try and talk to . . .and I am still waiting for those books to be updated. I miss them ) -EOAN-

-WARNING- A shit ton of fluff. Like my heart dead writing this.

-USSR pov-

"Did we get it all?"

"Da."

"Did you make sure to say Merry Christmas?"

"Da."

"Did you forget your card?"

"Net"

"Where are the bags?"

"Back"

"Did you make sure to bring the other card for the bank?"

"Da."

"This is a merical. . . Where is my husband, and what are you doing with him?!"

"This is Soviet, I just didn't forget this time."

I sall him just stared at me with those big, buetiful, red eyes. His pupils were slightly moving side to side, and even though it was hard to notice, it was fast motion.

"Did you lock our bedroom door?"

"БЛЯДЬ!!"

"There it is."

"Those суки better not be in their. . ."

"Why not? Did you not clean the room, too?"

"БЛЯДЬ!!"

"And there's the other one."

Yup, I knew it. Those kids know there's things in their. I don't need them seeing my war plans. Mabey Russia, but I doubt he would even care.

I looked at his hands. . .his. That's something that comes to my mind a lot. Why do the kids call him a she? Is it because they see him as a mother figure? Is it because he asks like a female a lot. Especially in his choice in clothing. Is it because he has a female body. The way it curves more than most men and the way his ass is curved like a female.

Or his face, his sticking cheeks, that look so perfect. Or his lips that look ten times better than most women I've seen. Or his hair, the way it falls on his face. Or the way his hands move to write in German. The way he hums to something he loves. The way he hugs me.

He caught me staring, Блядь. Now I feel like a idiot.

"What ja staring at?"

He was flirting. But his accent sent shivers down my spine.

"You."

He giggled at that. Why do you still make me feel like this even after so many years. Even after the past. The hard ships we had. You make ME feel this. . .good.

I clung to the bags, trying to stop thoughts in my head from becoming too much. They weren't bad thoughts, just ones I can't think in public.

He shifted, slowly leaning on my shoulder. After a few minutes, I could hear him softly snoring.

I can't forget the meeting tonight. There's a lot of things I need to get done in less than an hour. Where even is the place again. Oh right, our house. How could I forget.

I looked at the man at my left side. His shoulders slowly go up and down. Over and over again.

People say people can change. No one can change. But they can try and be a better person than what they have been in the past. That's what he is trying to be like. He just wants to try.

                     <Flashy backy>
               Holocaust mentioned

"It's a monster. How could you try to be with him."

"He's trying to be better."

"It killed millions of people in gas chambers. How could it be better."

"He is a he! Not a it!"

"It's doesn't deserve anything!"

                   ^Wow the end^

No, he deserves one thing. That one thing is love.

When will people try and see the good in something and not just the bad. Not the thing that you see at first. What was the saying? Never read a book by its cover? Eh - well, that's what people need to see.

I heard the car come to a stop.

I used my free hand to shake him awake. He was refusing, but I got him up.

"I was having a good dream."

"And I was enjoying the time of silence with you."

We got out of the car. Most people would be ever so happy to come to this place. To see the paintings of famous Russian and German artists that never made more art other than a few masterpieces.Or would it be that everything in here is almost the same as when it was built.

I walked up the staircase to the door. A creak for every step was following me. The sound was almost endeffening to me. It was in a good way thow.

As I open the door, I hold it open for моя дорогая.

"Papa, Mama, your home!"

Bela came up to both of us to hug. She smiled through the whole thing. Not even bothered that mabey someone would judge her.

"How was work?"

"It went well, even though we found out they might plan on attacking us."

"Oh, well, that's OK! At lest it wasn't a total bust, right?

"Of corse."

Belarus always seemed to connect to Third Right then she did with me. I don't mind it. Actually, I'm glad. At first, none of the kids except her would really talk to him.

"Will you be a dear and go tell your sibling to go and get ready. We have company today. This is an important meeting, and they want all of you their so they can see how the war is going for other people."

"Yes, Mama."

As she ran off, I couldn't help but see his stare linger on her.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you think that when they ask them questions, they will say things that could make us lose them?"

"What? No. I know my children, they love you. I don't think they could just do that to you."

"I wasn't talking about for my health," he turned around to face me, " but for yours."

I walked up to him and snaked my arms around his wast. We both had our chest pressed together.

"I don't think they hate me THAT much."

I laid my head in his shoulder. I had to bend down a though.

"I love you, Soviet."

"Love you too, Third."

-SUMMARY-

In their room, there are war plans. The other side is planning to attack. A meeting is about to take place at their place.

-AN- There is a hint to a book that got deleted by wattpad, and not by the author, that I loved. They have part two of the book that continues from the first book. It was really sad to hear about. So I made a little thing for the book that I love so much. I am still subscribed to the person and will always be. If they can find the book and repost it. I will send a link. -EOAN-