I'm back in my room. Why does everything have to be so difficult? I shouldn't have paid a visit to Soviet. I made him cry and I can't even tell if it's good or bad. Tears run down my face because Soviet infected me. I can't see him cry without doing it myself. I wipe away my tears with my arm. Suddenly there a knock on the door, whereupon I drink the potion before I go to the room door. Russia stands before me. Why is he here? Is something bothering him? "Have you really just been to see dad?", the little one asks me. I nod and try again to wipe these tears away. Russia hugs me and I hug him back.
"Papa is so happy that he could feel you.", says Russia. "I'm so happy about it too.", I tell him. An hour goes by and I help set up the hall for the ball or celebration. I'm not quite sure myself what it is as it will be a celebration and a ball at the same time. It will be a celebration for the children and a ball for the adults. There's a band, something to eat, a dance floor, a few tables, chairs and stools and a bar. I don't really like parties and balls because there are always too many people around me. I hope that it will be a quiet and calm evening, because there is a lot of chaos in me because of tomorrow.
I carry three more chairs into the room and see Soviet with two chairs that he puts down. I go back to the room where the rest of the chairs are and this time carry four as they are quite heavy. Soviet tries to pick up three, but it is very difficult for him, so he takes breaks all the time. People can only take one. I'm stronger than Soviet or he's just makes a theater. He's the more muscular of the two of us and yet I'm better at transporting chairs. It is really nice of Soviet Union that he is helping. Normal kings or emperors are too selfish for that and want you to do all the work for them. The oldest children also help a little, but more with decorating.
Soviet sits down after 18 chairs as he is exhausted. I need 23 chairs before I can no longer and have to rest. It only takes him a few minutes before he can again, but it takes me at least 15 minutes or even more. Because I have to go on, because I want to show the Soviet how hardworking I am, I pick up five chairs, but that is too difficult for me and I have no more hold. My arms hurt and my head hurts again too. I fall forward, but someone grabs me before I fall on the chairs. My body can no longer, I let go and close my eyes. Whoever caught me lifts me up to lie in his arms.
"I'll take care of him.", I hear Soviet. I am being carried away. I am put in a bed. My head hurts like never before! I feel a slight pressure on my forehead. Is someone kissing my forehead? His lips are cold. Someone puts a wet cloth on my forehead. Soviet says: "You'll be better soon Nick." A blanket is placed over me and I slowly open my eyes again, but that hurts even more, which is why I close my eyes again. I hear: "Nick please open your mouth and drink the liquid." I open my mouth a little and feel a cold bottle on my lips. Slowly I feel the liquid flowing into my mouth and swallow it down, even if it is not so delicious.
At some point the bottle will be removed from my lips again. I lick my lips after the last sip as there are some drops running down my chin and bothering me. Someone is wiping the drops off my chin. Then I put my head to one side, because that's a little more comfortable for me. Can this headache please stop. Why did I just forget the headache potion. The cloth on my forehead is turned over. Why does something have to happen to me all the time? I want to finally have some peace and quiet and rest and feel good, but instead every day is a new adventure, especially for the last two weeks. My headaches are slowly getting less, but only slowly.
I slowly open my eyes and look around. Soviet sits next to me and takes the cloth from my forehead. He takes the cloth with him and walks out of the room. It doesn't take long until he's back. He puts the cold cloth back on my forehead. I feel my strength coming back and the pain disappearing. "Thanks.", I whisper to him. He smiles from it, comes closer to me and says to me quietly: "You're welcome." I close my eyes again and take a rest. I want him to stay with me and feel the bed for his hand. After I find his hand, I pull him closer to me and snuggle up to his arm.
It takes a while until I feel almost normal again, I let go of his arm and straighten up a bit. Soviet takes the cloth from my forehead. I ask him: "What time is it?" "A little after sunset.", he replies to me. The ball! "What about the ball?", I ask. "It has already started, but we haven't missed anything yet.", Soviet Union tells me. "Did you stay with me the whole time?", I ask. "Yes, I did.", he replies, "I wanted to make sure that you feel better soon. We're still friends and friends take care of each other." That's really nice of him. I thank him: "Thank you very much!"
I hug him as a thank you. "How about you get your suit and get ready?", he says. I nod and slowly get up before going downstairs to my room and putting on the black and white suit with silver buttons. The suit looks pretty good on me. I'll take a transformation potion and a reconfiguration potion with me. Before I leave the room, I drink the transformation potion and the headache potion. I walk down the hall and take another good look at my clothes. Then I go on until I see Soviet in his gold suit. He looks amazingly good.
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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...