Soviet felt himself shake as he stared at the sleeping Reich.
His mind was in a frenzy.
He couldn't believe it.
He had done it. Like actually, he had done it.
Reich laid in his arms. His face had some blood on it, caused by Soviet of course.
The Russian grabbed a napkin from his pocket and tried his best to rid the blood from his love's face. It was, kinda, successful.
Soviet was unsure what to do now.
Well, he kinda knew what to do, he had a plan for this, but pursuing it was so, amazingly strange.
He never thought he'd make it this far.
Yet here he was, holding his love in his arms, something he had wished to do for months, years almost.
The Russian pulled the German up, as he had passed out in an awkward position. And once Soviet had gotten him properly seated in his lap, he hugged him, he squeezed the unconscious man tightly.
The Russian sighed. Finally feeling complete.
He felt himself smile stupidly. He must look like such a goof at the moment. He laughed at that, and began brushing the German's hair gently.
Snuggling into the man, he looked out the window. Seeing the night's star watching him. The stars that had been watching him commit crimes for a while now. All for the little German that laid in his lap.
He gave a silent 'thank you' to them. And continued to cuddle with Reich for about an hour, before deciding he needed to get going.
He moved Reich over to the passenger seat, though it hurt him, he didn't want to be in trouble if a cop showed up. He had already caused enough trouble for them anyways.
He put Reich's seatbelt on him and leaned his head onto the console, making sure to be extremely gentle with the other as he did.
The Russian smiled seeing his sleeping face, but his smile suddenly dwindled for a moment.
Soviet sighed as a big bruise began to form on the German's face. Soviet gently rubbed the growing mark, "Sorry Love." He hummed softly, and pulled himself away from the sleeping German. He started the car again.
But Soviet wouldn't leave the German alone, he couldn't. How could he do such a thing when his sleeping beauty was right there! Right next to him!
But he needed to focus on driving.
So Soviet accommodated to both of his needs and leaned over to his love. He gently took the other's hand into his.
The Russian sighed, smiling stupidly, feeling satisfied, feeling so so complete. He could stay like this for ever.
Soon enough he started driving again, off into the deep and snowy forest, holding his love's hand the whole way.
It was about two in the morning when he finally reached their destination.
The Russian hurried to park his car, as soon as he did he hopped out of the vehicle, and ran over to his Reich.
The German was still knocked out, making Soviet's life just a little bit easier.
He took off the other's seat belt, and picked him up. Carefully, he carried the other into the house.
He took his time, not needing to rush anything as no one was out there besides him, and the most important person in the whole wide world.
The Russian opened the door, and carried his love inside, holding him bridal style of course.
This was perfect. This was absolutely perfect.
For just a moment he forgot about his kids, his job, and all the horrible things he's done.
This was everything he needed. Everything he had wanted.
It was him, and his darling. Together. Finally, they where together.
He loved the picture he had painted. He loved the way his darling made everything look. How much brighter everything seemed to be when he was here.
He felt like a new man. Like a newly married couple, they had a house together, they could have a family together. And they where going to be together, forever and ever.
The Russian walked through the house, after locking the front door of course. He ventured upstairs, knowing exactly where he was going.
He reached a room, which was perfectly decorated, and held everything his love may ever need or ever want.
He set the German down on the bed, and after he made sure he was completely comfortable under the covers, Soviet kneeled down next to him.
He Admired the German's beautiful face. He brought his hand towards the German, brushing his bruised cheek softly.
The Russian could see their life together. The two of them happy together. Happier than anything else in the world.
Reich would love his kids. He would. He would love being a parent. He would love Soviet, and would always be there for him. He would love their life together, he would never want to leave, ever.
Soviet felt himself tear up. This was so wonderful. This is what he wanted. What he yearned for, for so so long.
He hugged the man, feeling absolutely wonderful.
This was it. This was the start to their new life together. And it couldn't be any more perfect.
The Russian didn't sleep that night. He stayed awake, admiring his love for hours and hours.
He was so happy. He was so excited. He couldn't imagine anything more perfect than this.
Soviet was so glad he waited. So very glad.
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