Stalker | Delusional Love

18: Nein Nein

Yesterday did not happen in the German's mind.

Reich had been laying in bed for hours, unable to move himself.

He wasn't sure how long he had been there for, but he woke up in the middle of the night. And hadn't been able to sleep since.

He wasn't sure what to think anymore.

Why was he so stupid?

The German shook his head before hitting his face into his pillow.

It wasn't over yet.

The Reich began to bang his face into the pillow multiple times.

Soviet may not be lying about what he did, but Reich may not be pregnant. His body saved him once, maybe he will be saved again.

Reich eventually stumbled out of bed, pleased not to see Soviet yet.

He checked every corner before he went around it, and opened doors as silently as he could. He didn't want to speak to anyone at the moment.

The German waddled off to his restroom. He didn't want to use the one in his bedroom, as Soviet had been leaving it quite messy lately.

Reich sighed in relief once he got the door closed behind him and locked. He leaned against the bathroom's door, and though he didn't really want to, his eyes shifted towards the mirror in the room.

What an idiot he was.

Reich rolled his eyes at himself, and looked away. He was so stupid. What was he even doing?

The German was left alone with his thoughts for a moment, before he slid to the floor, and just sat slumped there.

He needed to get out today. He had to get out today. The German grumbled nonsense to himself. Something had to happen today.

Soviet stared at the Reich in front of him, a dead expression on his face.

Reich was sitting at the dinner table, eating a bowl of cereal. He had showered and changed his clothes, though he wasn't really dressed to go out today.

The Russian just blinked at the other, waiting for some attention that he would never get.

"How are you feeling Reichy?" The German looked up as his name was said, there was a spiteful look in his eyes.

"I'm going to kill you." Reich responded in a matter of fact tone.

Soviet raised an eyebrow at the tempered response. "Really?" It seemed like Reich's attitude was changing. His emotions were really a mess right now.

Soviet smiled at the thought, he could only guess what was going on.

"I think your mood swings are affecting you dear."

Soviet laughed and stumbled off and towards the kitchen, as he searched for his own breakfast.

He had been out this morning doing some secret little activities. Maybe if Reich played nice today he'd hear about them.

But the German wasn't feeling nice today.

"I will kill you." The Reich spoke proudly, as his glare hardened. "You just wait."

"I think I'll be waiting a long time." Soviet rolled his eye and glanced at the German. Perhaps he should hide the knives just for fun.

Eventually the Russian came back to the dinner table, much to Reich's dislike.

Soviet was eating some cut up fruit while Reich was just glaring at him. The German didn't feel like eating any more.

"I'm not pregnant, prick." Soviet nearly choked on his food when he heard that.