Stalker | Delusional Love

1: Not Again

Hello everyone :3 Welcome to Stalker 2, the sequel ✨ if you haven't read the first one already, I recommend doing so before you read this one. Warnings in the description, may have some slow updates- and this book is gunna be kinda goofy sometimes 👌

So ye- thanks for coming back and welcome to chapter 1

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"Wow Reichy! This is a great place to continue our honeymoon at! I should have let you plan it."

Reich walked silently, feeling his temper rise as Soviet giggled behind him.

How the hell did that stupid Russian find him?

The German grumbled hatefully as he walked. The world must despise him at this point, he thought as he stared down at the ground, staring at the wooden deck he was walking on.

It was a bit sandy, but his only pathway other than the actual sand. And he didn't feel like trying to walk through that, so he stuck to his path, even though he had to deal with the Russian walking behind him. Though he would probably have to deal with that either way.

He was ignoring every word that the Russian was saying. The man was unbearable in every single way.

Eventually Reich looked up from the ground, and noticed the main area of the resort's location. Hurray, perhaps some cops could come get Soviet.

Reich continued to walk towards the place, he was here for another reason besides the Russian, as he needed some new clothes. Though most of the stuff here was a bit too tropical for his liking, he would just have to make do.

And so would Soviet apparently, as now he was shopping with the German.

Reich had to use every fiber in his being to ignore the obnoxious Russian that trailed behind him. Goodness it was embarrassing to walk around a crowded store with an absolutely enormous man who screamed and yelled for his attention at every chance he got to.

Reich's mission at the moment was to just find some decent clothes to get. He sighed deeply for a moment, as he glanced to his side, seeing Soviet's large frame running around the clothing store.

It wasn't long before the Russian was standing next to the German again, a cheerful look on his face as he presented a bright flowery shirt to him.

"What do you think?" The Russian giggled as he waved the orange shirt for a moment, as he stared proudly at his German. "We can get matching sets to-!"

Reich blinked silently as the Russian went on. How the hell did he even get here in the first place?

Reich looked away from the tall man, and went back to looking at the clothes that were in front of him.

"Whatever Soviet." The German's voice was dead, and almost silent compared to the other man's loud chatter.

"-Whatever?! Reichy! Getting us matching shirts is not a 'whatever' matter-!"

Reich shut his eyes for a moment, his head hurt like hell. It was hard to be around such a stupid person for such a long time. If only he could shut the Russian's mouth and have it never open again.

Eventually Reich walked away, off to find some other clothes as Soviet followed close behind him.

The Russian's rambling banter never seemed to end, until it finally did for a moment, but not for a good reason.

Soviet stopped speaking suddenly, as he stared a little ways away from his Reich. Another man stood nearby, looking right at his Reich. Oh hell naw.

Soviet glared at the man harshly, but he seemed to go unnoticed, as the man suddenly began walking over to his dear.