Stalker | ThirdUnion

5: Sweet Possessions

It took a couple of minutes for the man to burn. Soviet leaned against his truck and watched as the man raveled in pain. The flames got higher and higher. He could hear the man's muffled screams, his cry's from the flames. The beg for mercy that be would never be granted.

When the fire was finally out, and nothing was left but a overcooked corpse Soviet moved. He grabbed an axe from the back of his truck and got to dismember the body.

He swung the axe over his head and down onto the passed man. Tearing bone, tissue, and whatever was left of the crisped skin.

He spent the rest of his early morning finding hiding places for the body and was relieved when his work was finally done.

He got home at almost four in the morning. Trying his hardest not to wake his sleeping children. After a shower and a snack Soviet hopped into bed. Snuggling with his body pillow of a certain someone.

He sniffed the pillow and smiled dreamily. If only he was really here right now. He could dream for hours about all the things he would do to his dear. How he would adore him and make him feel ever bit of love that he has for him. Whether he wanted it or not.

Soviet snuggled deeper into the pillow.

He will have him some day, the Russian dreamed on, as he finally nodded off to sleep.

Soviet awoke grumbling.

Another day, and still no Reich. Soviet frowned, he was unsure how much longer he could live like this. Being so far away from his love all the time.

He got on his phone and started tapping away. Eventually he got his cameras pulled up.

He smiled fondly as he spotted his little German in his living room watching some sort of drama show on the TV.

Soviet snuggled into bed watching his love, thinking of what he would do if he was with the German at moment.

The Russian giggled into his pillow. They could cuddle, make dumb jokes together, they could kiss, they could even- Soviet's face flushed. He hummed to himself as he let his thoughts go. Technically, they could do that too.

But sadly the red man had to stop his day dreaming. He had to get out of bed at some point. He said a very long goodbye to his love, wishing him a wonderful day before turning off his phone and making his way to his own children.

If only he could say it was their children-

Soviet blinked rapidly, shaking his head. As much as he wanted to think of his Reich, he needed to focus on other tasks at the moment, and that started with cooking a very very late breakfast.

After doing some chores, checking on his kids, and planning dinner the Russian was free for himself for a while, but it was more like he was free for Reich for a while.

He spent the rest of the day going through Reich's things. It was just some little stuff that he wouldn't need anymore, old shoes, old wallets, photos, socks, gloves, chapsticks, some new and old accessories.

He had a place for all of these things in his room. Half of his dresser and closet where dedicated to Reich's cloths.

Personal belongings of the German were set out as decoration as well. He had even bought a vanity with a mirror for his German to use when he shows up. Equipped with the same hair brushes and facial products that he would use in his own home.

Soviet opened his bag from a couple nights ago, taking out some more items he had stolen from the German. Cloths, thrown out perfume bottles, an old toothbrush, and some more little things he had found.

He hummed quietly as he swapped out some of the stuff he had been keeping with the stuff in the bag. He would switch things from his house to the Germans, just to keep his dear from getting too suspicious when things stared going missing.

Soviet's favorite thing from the Reich was his cloths. He would purposefully take ones that Reich would wear weekly. He thought it was adorable when the German was confused about his missing attires. Especially since they would disappeared and reappeared weeks apart.

He folded them nicely and set them in a drawer with other cloths that the Russian had personally bought for him. Soviet could spend hours shopping for his dear. Having memorized the clothing sizes of the other, it was easy for him to fill shopping carts after shopping carts just on cloths the German would never wear.

After Soviet reorganized the dresser he moved on to his closet. Putting some new things up for the Reich. The closest consisted of mostly dresses and suits.

Soviet smiled dreamily seeing them. He could only imagine seeing his honey-bun in one of the many dresses he had gotten for him.

Sometimes when he was at the German's house he would switch out the other's magazines for ones with dresses in them. Just to give his dear nudges into possibly buying on.

The Russian felt satisfied once the room had been refurnished. He decided to cleaned up the place a bit more before calling it done.

He dusted off some old photos on his desk.

He smiled and picked one of them up. It was a family photo with his children, him, and Reich photoshopped into it. His smile widened as he looked at a small black box that was seated next to the photos.

That German was going to be his. If he had to force the other to do it or not, it didn't matter. One day he will be here, and they where all going to be a happy family.