Stalker | ThirdUnion

15: A Matter of Time

..Warnings... And more warnings..
There's a lot here, so y'all be warned
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"Don't you think he's kinda weird?" The yellow country wiggled his eyebrows.

Reich gave Belgium a confused looked, "What do you mean 'weird'? He's my friend."

The taller country chuckled. "I don't know Reich, maybe it's the fact he that he follows you almost everywhere, always knows where you are, knows everything about you- and uh, " The country coughed, "seems like he want to hit it up with you-"

"-Stop it Belgium!" Reich glared at the other man. He was furious! Why would he talk about Soviet like that?! "This 'weirdo' your talking about is my friend! And if you don't like that, then you can keep it to yourself."

Before Belgium could say anything else, Reich stormed off, not wanting to see his dumb face again.

Reich grumbled as he walked down the hallway, he was very, very annoyed at the other.

Belgium was, at first, helping him with all his worries and all that, but now he was just being a total jerk. Always commenting on his friends and what he liked to do. He even commented on the German's weight, and how he should wear 'certain cloths' that wouldn't make him look so 'fat'.

Reich huffed. This guy wasn't even his friend anymore, just some rude, controlling, inconsiderate di-

Reich paused as he suddenly ran into to someone face first, thankfully the other caught him before he fell to the floor.

Reich looked up, "Soviet?"

"Hello to you too, Reich." The Russian pulled him up.

Reich thanked the other, but before Soviet could get another word in the German hugged him.

Soviet froze on the spot, unsure what to do.
Reich hugged him tightly before sighed angrily. "Hug me you idiot, I need affection!"

Soviet quickly moved his arms around the German. After a couple of minutes of cuddles, Reich suddenly felt like an idiot. He shouldn't be acting this way, he sighed and moved his head from the other chest to his shoulder.

"I'm sorry Soviet, I'm just frazzled right now."
Soviet hummed and rubbed the other's back gently.

"It's okay.. you've been pretty panicky lately."

Reich nodded into the Russian's neck. He glanced at the poster board that was hanging on the wall. Most of the papers on it had turned into missing people signs, as so many of their coworkers had vanished.

"Yeah. Sorry again," Reich pulled away from the other, but Soviet didn't. "everyone's been such a jerk lately." Reich mumbled.

Soviet laughed lightly and nodded. Eventually he let go of the German.

"Do you-" Reich looked up at the Russian, Soviet looked away, his face slightly red. "Do you maybe, wanna go out tonigh-"

A loud noise suddenly interrupted the Russian.

The loud intercom went off, "USSR please report to the EUN manager's office immediately. USSR please report to the EUN manager's office immediately. Thank you."

The two red country's looked up at the speaker that was above them. Reich looked at the Russian worriedly, "Is everything okay Soviet?"

Reich couldn't see the other's face, as the Russian was still looking up at the speaker.

Soviet's mind was running. Did they know? How would they know? How could they? Who told them? How could he get out of this situation? This wasn't apart of the plan, this defiantly wasn't apart of the plan.