Stalker | Delusional Love

17: A Swiss Counselor

Despite Reich's continuous struggles throughout the morning, he was still not released from his bonds. It was getting to a point where even Soviet was annoyed with his whining, even if it was muffled.

Soviet told the German that he could perhaps be untied once he calmed down. But Reich was still pissed, so that wouldn't be happening.

Though the Russian found the whining terribly annoying, he didn't have too much of a problem with the new arrangement. Though he did worry about Reich's hunger, and dehydration.

Soviet thought that maybe they could have lunch together, talk about some things. Perhaps remind Reich of how he's supposed to be Soviet's perfect little wife and do everything Soviet wants.

It was going to be a great moment for the two, a wide step in their relationship.

But Reich, oh Reich. He would not shut the hell up.

Soviet ticked as he stared at the German. He was standing at the door of their bedroom, watching as Reich continued to hassle in his rope.

His wrists were redder than normal by now, as they had been rubbing against the rough rope all day.

The German barely even acknowledged the Russian, as he didn't feel like looking at the other. He would not acknowledge the Russian's presence.

Soviet wasn't pleased with that. He was never pleased with anything. Never would that man be satisfied.

Eventually Reich stopped his hassling when Soviet came up to him, and asked him in such a childish way if he was ready to eat and talk like a proper person.

That only made the German even more upset, and Reich just began to yell at the Russian again.

This was getting them nowhere.

Soviet grumbled as he shut the bedroom door behind him. He just stood there for a moment, hearing Reich's muffled shouting.

What was he to do? He had an angry German that only got angrier when he talked. If he united the Reich he would probably scream even louder, which would just make the neighbors even more suspicious.

There didn't seem to be many options for the Russian at the moment.

Soviet sighed as he walked down the hall and towards the living room. He had Reich's laptop there, and was quick to sit down and open the thing.

Though the Soviet wasn't exactly sure what he wanted to search, he knew that there had to be something on here to help him.

The Russian began googling things, and looking through his past notes on relationships and baby things.

Maybe this was a mood swing kind of thing? But either way Reich would be pissed at him right now in this circumstance. With or without the baby.

Certainly Reich was hungry, but his anger seemed to override that.

The Soviet hummed very lowly to himself. He rubbed his eye harshly for a moment, as he was unsure what to do.

That was until an interesting idea came to his mind- What if he just googled his problem?

'My lover keeps on screaming at me, and is always angry. We are meant to be, but they won't listen to me.' Soviet hummed as he looked at his search, he added a little 'What do I do?' At the end, before he hit enter.

The Russian's eye scanned the screen in front of him, as he looked for certain words and situations that were similar to his own.

He got to reading some answers and stories, and thought they didn't really relate exactly to his own problem, there always seemed to be a similar solution connecting them all.