My first Thirdunion Story

Chapter 8

If you don't know the age just to the next chapter.

Since you now know the age of all, we will continue. Please don't kill Soviet because he was 21 and Reich 17 as Russia was born. I don't think I've got anything to say anymore, so let's go on with the chapter, shall we?

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USSR POV:

I woke up and straight on remembered what happened that night. ''Damn, was I that horny?'' I asked myself. I looked at Third, who seemed to be still asleep. I then randomly remembered how Mira had offended Third in front of the whole school.

Flashback

Still USSR's POV:

''And now let's have Third Reich on the stage!'' The teacher said in a loud voice. It was the day when the students with the highest grades would be announced. I was quite happy because I was already on the stage. ''Hey there.'' I whispered to him as he stood next to me. ''Hey.'' He whispered back. ''Stop! No! That's impossible!'' Mira shouted out. ''Why is that so Mira?'' The teacher asked calmly. ''Because he is a little brat who gets everything from his parents!'' Mira hissed like a snake. ''He always told me how rich he was and how hot he was, which he isn't!'' I looked to Third who seemed to hold back tears. He never bragged about anything. But then Mira interrupted again. ''He is poor! I know that because he lives in a small shed in the woods!'' I looked back at Third, who was now crying. He wasn't poor he was rich he lived in a mansion just like me. ''Yeah, go on and cry, brat!'' She yelled again with a smile of pure evilness. Third, he wanted to walk backward but fell hard and hit his head. I immediately kneeld down to him, hugging him tightly. He didn't deserve this he already has a hard life. ''I want to get out of here...'' Third sobbed through my arms. So I picked him up and ran out through the back door. We never went back there...

Flashback end

Still, USSR's POV

''She is a toxic bitch...'' I whispered. ''Who?'' I heard a voice next to me. ''Mira...'' I whispered to him. ''She was and maybe still is...'' He said. ''What time is it?'' He asked me. ''9 am...'' I replied to him. ''And I can't walk because you decided to go hard on me.''  Third said in a friendly but aggressive way. ''Tells me I did a good job...'' I said quite calm. ''God why are you so weird...?'' Third mumbled. ''Hey! I'm not weird not my fault you fell in love with me at 14.'' I replied back. ''Hey! Don't bring my age into this! You know you could've gone to jail for making a 16 year old pregnant with 21.'' He said. ''Not my problem that we got drunk.'' I said under my breath. ''But I still am happy we did it that night...'' He whispered in my ear. ''Oh yeah?'' I asked. ''Ofcour-'' He suddenly stopped. ''Are you o-'' I got cut of by Third jumping out of the bed and running out the door. ''Hey where are going?!'' I yelled after him. Then, a loud thud came from the hallway. I immediately stood up and ran to the hallway. When I got there, Third was on the floor surrounded by his own thrown up. ''Third!'' I was quite irritated by this, but now I haven't got time for that. So I quickly picked him up and walked to the bathroom. ''I will clean up the mess in the hallway later...'' I whispered to myself. I placed him in the shower and started to clean him. After I was done, I dried him with a towel and got him new clothes. ''Here put these on.'' I said as I handed him the clothes. ''Thank you...'' He mumbled and then started to put on the clothes. ''How about we go to the doctor and get you checked?'' I asked him. ''That would be nice...'' He said and pulled me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around him and sat down. ''Come on now.''

We arrived at the doctor's office. ''Ah, hello, USSR and Third Reich.'' Switzerland said friendly. ''What brings you here?'' He asked calmly. ''I wanted to get Third checked up...'' I replied. ''Why is that?'' Switzerland asked me. ''He threw up this morning and that out of nowhere...'' I replied anxiously. ''Third please come with me into my office...'' Switzerland said in a friendly but anxious voice.