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Part 51

I really don't know why this took me so long to make. I may just post a new one at some point this week or next week along with the ones on Sunday's. I need to get back into that routine again anyway's especially if it's getting to the point in the story where we get to my favorite parts >:). Anyways I hope you enjoy chapter 51.
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Soviet's POV

I sat there on the outside chair trying to really understand what that all ment. "What do you mean by that, Отец?" (translation: father) he crossed his arms over his chest. "Well it's exactly like I said, you can crash two reality's together like in this instance a friend of mine was able to fuse the afterlife with the human world but only for a few minutes." I sat back into the couch really deep in thought.

How was all of that even possible.

"You still seem really confused." I felt as the couch dipped from new added weight. "Don't you hate me? I killed you." I looked back up from the floor and to the Russian man next to me. Through the mesh covering his face I could see his eyes close and he faced forward.

"Soviet you're people wanted a change and you gave that change. Our job is to serve and protect our people. Prices are payed and my death was what had to happen. You heard what I said to you that day."

I felt as a lump formed in my throat. I couldn't believe even half of the stuff that was being said. Would I just wake up and it all be a dream? I don't really know, shit I didn't even know what I see or think is even real half the time.

"Why did you decide to come here, shouldn't you have seen Finland instead?" Отец scoffed and crossed one of his legs over the other. "I'm sure your brother is a great young man now. Actually he's not young anymore, that boys 40 something now." a small smile spread across my face and oтец kept going.

"I came here because I know Finland is doing okay but you are not." suddenly the atmosphere around us turned very negative. "I'm fine really, why wouldn't I be?" his smile immediately washed away into a frown. "Soviet, I don't know everything because I'm not a creepy bastard like some of the others but I still know what happens here. Your not fine." I started to scrunch up the fabric of my pants a little. "I don't really know why you would stay with someone that hurts you, especially a German representation."

"He's not hurting me." his eyes then shifted to me. "He would never hurt me without a valid reason." Отец just stared at me I couldn't tell what he was even feeling. "What do you mean he would never hurt you, that's utter bullshit coming out of your mouth." he sat up straight on the couch and I was shocked about his reaction. "But oтец-"

"You better shut your mouth and I don't want to hear it." I then went dead quiet. I didn't want to talk back, for some reason the thought of doing that was terrifying.

"Why would you ever want to stay with someone that put that on your face and my god I don't even want to know what types of wounds are all over your body. Why would you want to stay with someone that is never here and talks shit about you. Why would you ever want your children to grow up in that."

I felt as tears started to form in my eyes and the look that oтец gave me made it all worse. "I-i don't want that. I know that me and him can work it out and it will all be better." oтец then let out a sigh. "And what happens if that German bastard puts his hands on them, huh?" while oтец said that he pointed to the backdoor. I then started to slightly shake my head back and forth. "No, no, no, he would never hurt them." my breathing started to get uneven as I tried my damn hardest to not cry.

"You sound like your trying to make yourself believe that." I couldn't look up at him. My mind started to go to the time's when he would scream at them, threaten them, and even scare them.