Stalker | ThirdUnion

2: I Can See You

Soviet breathed heavily. He was in one of his less secure hiding places today. Not a good idea, but he didn't have many of those anyways.

He had been sitting here all day. Watching and waiting to see his one and only. He had been giggling all day about being able to see him again.

His children believed he was working late again. All of them too naïve to notice his strange 'working schedule'. But they just assumed there father had to work twice as hard for an almost tripled sized family.

Which was true on some levels.

But this wasn't any kind of normal work. No. It was work of desire and lust. And Soviet couldn't get enough of it.

That's why he had been sitting in this wooden cabinet almost all day. Only leaving when he knew his loved one was out of the house or fast asleep.

Which he was neither at the moment.

Which meant he would most likely be stuck here for the rest of the night. But it was all worth it to him. Especially when his love came out to play.

Soviet watched him, giggly, his feet almost bouncing. But he couldn't move. He must stay perfectly still in order to not be caught

It was late in the night. Perhaps his loved one was heading to bed soon. If only Soviet could join him there, he dreamed as he watched the other bang pots around the kitchen.

It was all fun and games for him as he watched the cute country wobble around tiredly. Until the wood under him made a creak.

Soviet tensed up, almost becoming a statue. His smile flattened as he became one with the silent kitchen.

He felt his heart beat out of his chest as his loved one looked at him. Walked closer to him. Stared right at him.

He felt himself smile seeing the other so close yet so far. So close. He could jump out and grab him. Hold and cuddle the other down until he loved him. Smother the other with his love until he let him have him.

But sadly the German turned away from him. Overlooking him once again.

Soviet's mind was glad that he wasn't caught. But his heart would give anything to see those beautiful blue eye again. Even if it was for just a second.

He couldn't help but wonder what would of happened if the short country had found him. What would his reaction be? Would he finally be able to be with his love? Soviet hummed in delight, he would love to finally be with him. Weither he wanted to or not.

Soviet felt sad as he watched his love leave the kitchen. So he did the only reasonable thing he could think of- He followed him.

Soviet waited almost an hour in the kitchen. Listening carefully for the sound cues of the other, to know what he was doing of course.

When he knew the coast was clear he hopped out. Watching for everything in his way as he closed the cabinet doors quietly.

He was bigger than most people. Because of his height and built. But he had learned how to be extra carefully and quiet for his love.

Soviet walked over to the kitchen. Sniffing the tea to smell which flavor his darling had chosen this time. Hm. Chamomile tea.

Soviet smiled. He knew Reich liked this one.
And he liked it too.

Soviet moved away from the kitchen, making his way down the hall. The same path Reich had taken only moments ago.

Once Soviet had made it to the correct door, he put his ear to it, listening carefully as the German moved around clumsily.

He knew he was in the clear once the shower had turned on. He opened the door slowly. Scanning the room for anything new, as he had already been in here almost a hundred times already.

Soviet quietly went through some of Reich's things. Moving through his laundry to the paper work on his desk. Taking a whiff of his perfume, scanning his closet. Smiling and smirking at the sight of everything his beloved owned.

If only he could own it with him.

After taking a deep dive into Reich's closet Soviet spotted a tea cup on the German's night stand.

Once closer to it, he realized it was indeed the cup the German had just been drinking out of. Without a second of hesitation he picked up the cup a licked whatever drop of tea was left in it. Going as far as to lick the rim of the cup.

Soviet smirked and glanced at the bathroom door. If only he could be with him every second of the day. Every moment he breathed.

Soviet had to force himself back to the entrance of the bedroom. His time was almost up. He partly closed the door and rested himself up against the wall.

His twenty minutes was up. As that was how long Reich usually took in the restroom. He listend joyfully as he heard the Reich move around the room tiredly. Finding it hard not to giggle as he heard Reich bump into something and swear quietly.

He stayed upright and silent as he heard the other one settle down. All Soviet had to do now was wait...

It was almost two in the morning now. Soviet listened to his dear's snores like they where the siren's singing. He could stay here all night listening to them.

But he knew he couldn't do that. He got up regretfully, he didn't want to leave but he knew he had to.

So like a sad bear he took one last look at his love for the night. Staring at the sleeping German's soft and beautifully structured face.

He spend minutes wishing his darling good night and safe dreams. Promising to be there tomorrow to see and protect him.

He closed his dear's door completely, and made his way to the kitchen. Washing his hun's tea kettle and cup. As he had taken the cup with him.

Though he could of just put the tea cup back with how it looked, he would kill himself if his germs got the German sick. So he washed it anyways.

He stayed around for a while longer double checking all of his cameras, giving back a few items he had taken, leaving some gifts in hidden places. Which where usually chocolates and sweats.

And after a long search through his love's trash bin, he had decided his night was over. He quickly packed up his things, placed the house back in order, and moved himself out.

He smiled dreamily to himself on his drive home. Smiling about his one and only. Though he was sad that he wasn't with him right now. He knew he would be back there tomorrow anyways.