"Nick, you will be working as an artist in this castle from now on.", announces Soviet Union with a smile. Is he serious? The main thing is that I am close to him. "T-That's great!", I say, smiling. Will I ever stop stuttering?! "I'll get you in half an hour for dinner, because you do not even know your way around the castle. Afghanistan said she'll show you around soon. Do the cooks need to know there's something you don't like?", he asks. I think about it for a moment and stutterly inform him: "I-I am very afraid of m-meat. I've had a bad experience and s-since then I get a panic attack if I get too close to m-meat."
I feel a little uncomfortable and I rub my neck a little. "You don't have to be uncomfortable. I will make sure that there is no meat around you.", Soviet assures me. I am very relieved. I've always been a vegetarian, but with the thing about being burned, I get panic attacks if I just have meat a little too close to me. I thank him: "T-Thank you very much!" Stupid stutter! "AU!", I shout too loudly because my head feels like an anvil has just fallen on my head. I have to support myself on the wall with one hand while holding onto the sore area with the other.
"What's wrong?", asks Soviet Union worried and puts his big warm hand lightly on my shoulder. I have to come up with something! Come on Reich, think! I answer him: "I-I am having j-just a bad he-headache at the moment." I hope I don't have to come up with anything. Soviet asks me: "Do you have a remedy for it?" "I-I have no real r-remedy against it, the only t-thing I always do that helps a l-little is to stay away from s-situations that are s-stressful for me for a day.", I answer him. The pain slowly stops. Luckily! I don't want to be like that in front of Soviet, I feel so uncomfortable.
The Soviet shouldn't take care of me, I'm fine and I don't need or want any help. I'm not even worth anyone to take care of me. I am from society, the lowest level of living beings. I don't even deserve to live or exist. I don't want him to worry about me. "Are you feeling better?" He asks me. Do I feel better? I feel terrible and you are not improving the situation, emperor Soviet! I say: "Yes, I-I'm feeling a l-little bit better." I want to stop stuttering! Why is everything so incredibly complicated? My head can't get me to speak sensible and my heart is like a party that is too loud.
He asks me worried: "Are you sure?" Stop worrying about someone like me! "Y-yes, I am s-sure.", I answer him. He takes his hand away from me and I take my hands off my head. Soviet please just go and leave me alone. "If it gets worse, just go to the guards.", he informs me. "Y-yes, I will!", I lie to him. He walks slowly out of my room and says: "See you then." He still seems very worried about me. It's kind of cute. What am I thinking again? It's not cute, it's annoying! Or is it cute? I don't know! I lock the door and drink the reconversion potion again before lying on the bed.
I wrap my wings around me and take off my shoes. I imagine having Soviet with me again. I would lie in his arms and kiss his lips or cheek hundreds of times. I notice how close and how far I am to him at the same time. Is it a good idea to be here? I don't know! I pull myself together and I felt the tears come up again. Why do I have to be in so much pain? My head and my heart ache. My stomach hurts a little too because I'm hungry. I want to go back to Soviet. Somehow it still seems strange to me that I can work here so easily.
I lie there for a while longer and sum a few songs until there is a knock. I drink the potion that makes me human, put my shoes back on and open the door. Soviet stands in front of me because he's coming to pick me up. I walk next to him and try to follow him, but when I slow down, he slows down too. I always try to look to the right because I don't want to look at him. I don't want to make him feel uncomfortable and once I stare at him, I can't stop looking at his every elegant movement and I want to prevent that. We slowly go down the stairs where he leads me down a hallway.
He opens the door for me and lets me in first. I see a long table with a lot of people. "Come with me!", said Soviet and I followed him to my seat. I sit down slowly. I'm almost right next to him. There is only one chair between us. Soviet slowly sits down in his chair and waits. Isn't it actually the case that the king or emperor doesn't have to wait and that the food is served on the table as soon as he is seated? It seems to be going a little differently here. The door opens and I look at the door, which is opened by two children. The two laugh and look very happy. The two are really cute and make me smile.
Then I realize that there are two Countryhuman children. The larger one has a white, blue, red face and the other has a yellow and blue face. These are Soviet's children! They are even more wonderful than I imagined or saw at night. Nice that he has such wonderful children. I could never have given him these angels. One of them sits down next to me. Shortly afterwards the food is put on the table and everyone grabs it, I wait a little longer, especially because I forgot which fork, knife and spoon are for what. In the end, I did it the way I want. After dinner I was more full than I had been for a long time. Everyone stands up after the royal family stands up.
When everyone spreads out, Afghanistan comes to me and takes my hand. She pulls me out of the room. I think she wants to show me the castle. Suddenly she presses me against the wall. What's wrong? Did I do something wrong? Is something because I no longer knew which fork was for what? She looks at me so strangely. What is she up to? I don't understand what's going on. "You're a really hot guy~", whispers Afghanistan with that strange emphasis that I don't like. What's wrong with her and what does she mean by what she just whispered? She runs her hand under my top and strokes my chest and stomach. I pull myself together a little from her touch.
I don't like that at all. What's wrong with her? Why is she doing that? I am really uncomfortable! She comes closer to my neck with her face. What is she up to? I feel really uncomfortable and I'm scared. I do not understand the situation. She comes way too close to me. But I can't defend myself, because I can not stand against the empress, because otherwise there will only be problems for me. I just let her do what she wants to me. I do not like this. "Afghanistan leave the poor artist alone!", I hear from Soviet, "He should draw and not become one of your toys." She makes it clear to him: "I only hired him because his body just looks perfect and not because of his picture."
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Colors and Life / Soviet x Reich
ParanormalThe king Reich the Second or also called the Second Reich has two sons, Weimar and his successor of the throne, Reich the Third or also called Third Reich. Third Reich has no desire to be the successor of the throne and flees from its planned life...