Stalker | Delusional Love

14: (un) Pleasantly Surprised

WARNING: It's one sentence- I just don't want anyone to be offended by it

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Reich grumbled as he tossed and turned in his bed. He was feeling quite tired, but like everyone else, had to get up eventually.

Unfortunately for him though, he wasn't alone in his bed. And that idiot that was in his bed, was also stealing his blanket.

The German tugged and tugged to get his blanket back. But was unable to do so. Though all of his tugging eventually woke the man next to him.

Soviet was surprised to see him trying to yank the blanket away. Now with Soviet not wanting to give up his blanket, he did the only thing he could think of. Which was to yank the German into his arms, so that they could share the blanket.

The sudden pull on the German's arm woke him up completely. But now he had a new problem, as he was now stuck in between Soviet's big arms.

"Let me go!" Reich huffed, pushing at the Russian, but he was unsuccessful in getting away.

"No." Soviet grumbled, moving his head a bit so he could stare into the German's eyes. "Didn't you want to be cuddled by me?"

Reich looked grossed out for a moment, before he shook his head rapidly. "I wanted the blanket."

Soviet let out a little 'oh', before going back to cuddling his dear.

"Ya know." Soviet hummed, gleaming down at the other for a moment. His heart raced in his chest as he stared at those beautiful blue eyes. "You were in my dream last night."

"Yeah?" Reich stared back at the other. Looking just so peachy. "You were in mine too-"

"-Really?" Soviet smiled at the other. "And what were we doing?

Reich unconsciously cringed as he felt the other's hands move down to hold his waist.

"Someone was beating you to death, and I got to watch."

Soviet's expression dropped quickly. "What-"

"-I threw popcorn at your corpse." The German giggled suddenly, and pushed the confused Russian off of himself as he moved to get out of bed.

Soviet was frozen there for a moment, watching as Reich got his clothes to go change in the bathroom.

What a disappointing morning it already was.

Soviet sighed before getting up himself. First he thinks he'll have a cute little moment with his Reich in bed, snuggling and all. And then Reich leaves bed early, and rudely.

No snuggles or kisses. Soviet grumbled as he got dressed for the day, this unfruitful morning will ruin the plans he had.

Soviet looked towards the bathroom as he saw the door open. Reich stepped out, dressed in some clothes that, just like anything he wore, made him look just so cute.

Soviet purred seeing him, and was quick to follow the German out of the bedroom. Even though Reich was obviously ignoring him.

After a short breakfast, Soviet was disappointed to see Reich eat so little, and to leave so quickly.

"Hey-" Reich looked back at the Russian from the front door, a bag over his shoulder, and his phone in one of his hands. "Where are you going?" Soviet looked very sad as he spoke.

Very sad Indeed he was, though to Reich he looked a little funny. As his hair was still a bit messy from bed, and the apron around his waist from cooking breakfast was just strange to see.