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Part 58

⚠️Warning ⚠️
Mentions of the crazy Austrian mustache painter and drugs and alcohol usage 😁👍

I can't believe I forgot to write today. That was something weird like I've never forgotten to write before. Maybe it's because I'm trying to sort things out with another book I'm making. Like a side thing I will do while making this. It's not related to this book in fact it's an entirely other ship and isn't a shit ton of angst. If you like RusAme I'm making something that's happier then this sooooo that's good ig. Anyways while I'm slowly figuring out what I'm doing with that I hope you enjoy chapter 58
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Soviet's POV

All I could hear was the beeping of the machines around me in the hospital room. My body just felt so numb it was like my body won't register what pain was. My brain also felt numb to me, I couldn't wrap my head around what happened a few days ago.

I woke up not that long ago from being unconscious from the amount of blood loss. The doctor told me I was completely unconscious for about a week or so.

I was also told that I wasn't able to leave for a little bit. Just from all the external and internal injuries I have. I knew that the next time I look at my torso I would only see tons of scars everywhere.

Russia was here in the hospital bed with me and has been since he was signed out by the hospital but when the hospital called the house phone no one answered. Reich couldn't even pick up the phone to pick up his own child from the hospital that he put the child in.

I then heard a knock on the door and a few seconds later the door opened. I then saw PRC peek his head through the door. His eyes widen when he saw me and walked into the room, closing the door behind him.

"我现在看到你清醒了" (translation: I see your awake now.) he gave me a smile and sat on a chair next to hospital bed. "你好吗?" (translation: how are you doing?) I moved my head to the side a bit and looked at him. "Хорошо." (translation: Okay.) my voice sounded horrible and really raspy. My throat was also ridiculously dry.

"我不知道俄语." (translation: I don't know Russian.) it took a second for my brain to process what he said but eventually it click. I then realized and I gave him a little smile. "我说我没事 没什么可担心的." (translation: I said I'm okay, there's nothing to worry about) I can tell that he didn't believe that but he nodded hesitantly.

"我可能不应该问这个，但你对发生了什么看法？ 你知道与帝国." (translation: I probably shouldn't be asking this but what do you think on what happened? You know with Reich.) I sighed and looked down at Russia. He was peacefully sleeping up against my side. It was like he had a iron grip on me and won't let go ever.

"...... 我不知道." (translation: ......I don't really know.) I quietly said as I reached my hand up to softly play with my son's hair. Sure my hand and entire arm felt like a million pounds but I sucked it up anyways. Playing with his hair did make me feel better anyways.

"你要离开他吗?" (translation: Are you going to leave him?) I didn't look at PRC when he asked me that question. I should have known he would know what had happened. I should have known that he would ask me that question.

"...... 不 我不会离开他." (translation: ...... No I'm not leaving him.)

I couldn't leave him, I just couldn't do that. I couldn't just throw away 11 year's of being with Reich into the trash can. I love him and what would I even do with myself if I didn't have him? I didn't have much in my life other then my family and the few friends I have. Reich gave me love in my life and I didn't want that to disappear. I know that everything had to get better at some point. This all just had to be some sort of mistake. He was just mad at me, I should have known to be quiet but I didn't.