My first Thirdunion Story

Chapter 3

Third, woke up to USSR still holding him in his arms. ''Soviet...wake up...'' Third yawned under sleepiness. ''Five more minutes...'' USSR softly said. ''But I have to go...'' Third said with slight sadness. ''Nooo... please stay with me.'' USSR held Third more tightly. ''I can't Soviet you know that...'' Third said while sitting up on the bed. ''Fine...'' USSR also sat up.USSR got up and sat next to Third, placing him on his lap. ''Uh- S- Soviet?'' Third looked at him in shock.The Russian then started to place kisses all over Third's neck while leaving the German in shock. ''Soviet~ not now~'' Third said, trying to push him away. USSR then moved up to Third's lips, starting to firmly kiss him. ''Soviet~, please~ not now...~'' Third tried to keep it not so long. ''Can you stop, please...?'' Third asked softly, trying to make Soviet weak, so he let's him be.''Fine but now get dressed love...'' USSR demanded. Third, did that, and they got to the front door. They looked at each other. ''Listen up Third if they don't want you back just come here again ok?'' USSR softly took Third in his arms. ''I will. But I have to go now...'' Third slowly walked out the front door. ''I will miss you, love...''Third said with pure sadness. ''Me too, but remember that we will see each other again, I promise.'' USSR replied. ''Goodbye...'' Third said and left.

''Third?! I thought you died?!'' The first one to greet Third was Hans he was Third's best friend. ''Yeah, but just bring me to a general, please.'' Third wanted. ''Yes, of course.'' Hans replied. They walked  to one of the many tents that were set up on the ground. ''Here we are just go in and tell him what you want.'' Hans quickly explained then rushing to somewhere else. ''Here goes nothing...'' Third said to himself, entering the tent. ''Uh... hello?'' Third looked around in the tent, seeing a chair and a desk in the middle and on the chair sat someone and that someone was General Berkanal. ''What brings you back Third?'' Berkanal said calmly. ''I wanted to say that I am back nothing more...'' Third said, trying to leave. ''Third... Get off my territory, you traitor.'' Berkanal hissed at him. ''What? What did I do?'' Third lied, he knew what he did. ''Don't think I can't see the paper in your pocket.'' Berkanal hissed with pure disgust. ''I- I...'' He couldn't explain it. ''Get the fuck out or do you wanna die?'' He said with a calm but angry voice. ''I'll just go...'' Third said. He ran out of the tent like his life was depending on it, and it was. He ran and ran until he fell over in pure exhaust. Breathing heavily, he stood up and started running again.

After a while he saw the base of USSR in pure fear he ran straight into it bumping into a russian soldier. ''Shit...'' He mumbled. ''Who are you and what are you doing here?!'' The soldier asked loudly. ''Hey! What's the screaming for!?'' a familiar voice said. ''USSR!'' Third said in fear and joy at the same time. ''Third? Why are you here?'' USSR asked irritated. Third wanted to answer, but instead, a soldier grabbed him and moved him to one of the tents. ''Ugh...my head...'' Third groaned. '' Third why are you here?'' USSR asked calmly. ''They didn't want me back. Like I said...'' ''Aha and why coming to my base?'' USSR asked. ''Where else should I go?!'' Third was visibly aggressive. '' How is that a question you could've waited at till it's night?!'' USSR adviced aggressive.USSR jus grabbed Third again and smashed him against a desk putting his arms beside him. ''You're a maniac Third...'' USSR just looked him straight in the eyes. ''Soviet, please don't hurt me...'' Third whined.'' No... I will do something else...'' USSR said starting to kiss Third on the lips.

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Uh yeah, that's chapter three. Help me, my parents are asking for my life decisions 😭😬. Yeah, let's just go on and never question this again. Sorry for not posting. I had a lot to do. I set myself a goal of 500 words for each chapter, so be patient for the next one, please.

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