Colors and Life / Soviet x Reich

Chapter 21

Did i hear right? I can not believe it. He has not forgotten me and loves me to this day. I feel tears of joy in my eyes. I am so incredibly happy. The kids seem to have noticed as they come up to me and hug me. "He still loves me.", I whispered overjoyed. "Yes, he still loves you.", Ukraine confirms. I have a big smile on my face as tears run down my face. I no longer have a grip on myself and let everything out. I am so overjoyed! Soviet still loves me! I can really stay with him forever. Maybe I even have a family that loves me for who I am.

I can stay with Soviet and his wonderful children forever! I finally have a home! I cannot say or describe how incredibly happy I am! So there are really happy endings. I always thought that a happy ending was a pure invention, but I guess I'm wrong. There will be a happy ending for everything I've endured! Still, I shouldn't be too hasty. Besides, why 'end'? What just got into my head? The end is death right? And what if it doesn't turn out to be happy after all and I'm just thinking that everything will be fine?

What if Soviet loves me, but believes in this fairy tale with the half-white wings? If he really sees my wings as a threat and wants me away because of it, I will still do everything to make him feel safe, even if it means that I have to die for it. I won't flee or hide anymore, he can do whatever he wants with me, because he's the only reason I'm still alive. I never gave up hope that he still loves me and now I know that he still loves me. For me, the time as his artist is the best after so many years. If he is really scared of me, I'll go to the grave with these last fond memories.

Why am I thinking so negatively again? He loves me and I know he doesn't like fairy tales. He won't hurt me. I will be with him forever and love him forever. I will look after his children with him. I'll never be one feet from him again. The two children slowly let go of me. Russia then asks me: "Do we want to play something future mom?" What did Russia just call me? I try to make it clear to him: "Russia, I am not your future mother. I am..." I don't know myself! If Soviet is the father who is divorcing Afghanistan, the mother of the two, what am I then?

I can't actually be a father either, since it's already Soviet Union, can I? I'm confused. Am I a mother after all, if Soviet is already the father? I'll just talk to him about it because it's just too complicated for me. "Can we call you that for the week?", asks Russia. I give him the answer: "For me, yes, but not if anyone else could be around." They both nod and then I ask them: "What do we want to play?" The two run to a wooden box and take out some wooden figures. Then I come to them and with them I convert half their room into a whole world.

There is a village and a large forest around it. I play a dog and the two play two brothers. In our stories, Russia first comes up with some ideas and then lets Ukraine continue. They work really well together. I also play a dragon in the story who is feared because he could harm others and then accepted his fate and played the villain until he told the brothers that and he became their friend. We make up a lot of stories, it's just wonderful to see how many creative ideas the two of them have for their stories and to solve problems.

I also have to say that I built in some of my problems so they might understand me a little better. After playing we go to lunch and I am so cheeky and lie down in the bed of Soviet and Afghanistan. The two of them are not there anyway and I have to get used to this bed anyway because I might sleep here for a lot longer than just a week. I haven't seen Russian Empire either. After I woke up I also found two peacefully sleeping children next to me. I get up and quickly write them on a piece of paper that I'm outside drawing.

I take everything I need from my room and catch some mosquitos with a glass and release them outside. I'm drawing a weeping willow this time. Weeping willows are my favorite trees. The way they hang their branches looks so beautiful. So that the picture looks even more beautiful, I also draw the pond in the background, which is not far away. The picture turned out really well and I'm bringing it inside. Then I get the guitar from the music room to play a little more. When I get back upstairs, the children are just making a cave out of pillows. I'll help them and we'll all go in there.

They get their cuddly toys before I play something for them. The two are very happy about it. When I finish the first song, they immediately want another, then another and another. You can't get enough of it. At some point I'm so exhausted that I have to take the kids for a walk outside because my legs have fallen asleep several times. I then go to dinner with them before I practice reading with them. I also teach them some math because they really want to know more about it. We spent a nice day together. I also snuck away that night because the children and I want to know how their father is doing.

He is fine and sleeps in a bed with at least ten children. I don't see Afghanistan. I count the children and find that there are 16 children. 16 children?! How did Afghanistan manage that? I'm just speechless. I will look after a total of 18 children together with Soviet. I can not believe it. 7 years ago I said that I didn't want to have children and maybe soon I will have to look after 18. That's impossible! Or not? I don't know. I figured it was going to be 7 or so and then it turns out it's more than double that. I'm looking forward to getting to know everyone.