Stalker | ThirdUnion

14: You

Soviet watched silently as Reich walked across the hallway. He may of set up some cameras in the German's office that he was currently using to spy on the other-

But that was not important.

What was important was the person Reich was talking to.

Soviet glared at the red, black, and yellow country. But he was unsure if he should intervene this time, as he already had so much blood on his hands.

And it seemed this man was just a friend to the German.

And if his dear needed someone else to rant to, he was just going to have to deal with it.

Soviet grumbled and sat back in his spiny chair, looking at his paperwork.
He clicked his pen and started getting his papers out. He glanced back at his phone.

That Belgium guy better stay away from his Reich. Soviet felt his face heating up in anger. Or else he was going to get rid of him too.

Hours pasted and Soviet could feel his energy drop tremendously. He was ready to go home and end his day, but he knew that wasn't going to happen.

He lit a cigar once he got into his car and began his long drive to the middle of no where.

The Russian eventually reached his destination, which was a storage unit he owned, and got straight back to work.

He still had three bodies he needed to dispose of; Spain, Norway, and Sweden.

The Swede didn't have any connections to his love. He was just at the wrong place at the wrong time, so he had to be taken care of. Or all of his hard work would be for nothing.

Soviet hummed softly as he dragged the bodies to his truck. Once he got all three of them onto the bed of the truck, he zipped a tarp over them, and started on another drive.

But he had to stop moving eventually, as the snow was too thick for him to drive on.

The Russian sighed and hopped out of the
vehicle. This was going to be a very long walk.

The forest was an incredibly useful place to hide things, winter had its perks, but it also had its disadvantages too.

The snow crunched under the Russian's boots as he walked into the cave, dragging the last body behind him.

He had drained most of their blood already, but there was still a small red trail following him.

Soviet threw the remains into a pile and picked up a gasoline can that he had placed in the cave a while ago.

After a bit more preparation the bodies where ready to be lit.

Soviet watched them burn silently, unsure of how much longer he could keep this up.

Getting rid of evidence was hard, very very hard.

He knew someone had contacted the police. He had his suspicions of who, but it was a fair game at this point.

The Russian grumbled the whole way home. He was feeling sad, really sad.

He snuggled into his bed, watching his love sleep on his phone again. Soviet grumbled, he wanted to be with the German.

Soviet sighed and eventually got up, unable to sleep. Instead, he spent the night going through Reich's things.

Soviet started reorganizing his love's cloths and decorations. Eventually he moved onto the bathroom to do the same in there. He mumbled sadly to himself the whole time. Little things about how much he loved the German. How much he yearned for him.

He hadn't had time to go shopping just for his love, or trade out anything from his house to his.

It was wonderful seeing and talking to him. But Soviet needed more, he needed him to be here every second, he needed to love him.

Soviet sat sadly on his bed, holding that little black box in his hand. He twiddled the small ring carefully in his fingers. It was the perfect size for his little German.

This was something he had been planning for such a long time.

Soviet kissed the gold ring and put it back into the box. He placed it on his desk and stared at the photos of his German.

It was only a matter of time.

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