Stalker | ThirdUnion

27: Crunching or Crushing

Soviet sighed deeply as he sat in his car. Snow fell around his vehicle slowly, hopefully it wouldn't be there much longer. As his darling hated the cold.

The Russian picked up his head from his steering wheel. He had just been resting on it, he was quite tired really.

Running back and forth all the time. From his children, to his beloved, to his children, to his beloved. It was exhausting.

But he was going to change that soon. He was just looking for the right time to do so.

It would be very tricky to watch his dear back at his old house. He could very easily find a way to leave him. Either by talking to his children or simply taking one of their phones. Though Soviet couldn't figure out why he would want to leave so badly.

That was just another thing Soviet had to figure out about Reich. He loved his darling, he did. But sometimes he could be very complicated, very very complicated.

They've had some bumps in their relationship.

He wasn't expecting to lose his eye, and he wasn't expecting to have to harm his darling.

But sometimes things must be done.

Like their wedding plans. It was very difficult to plan it all by himself. He wished his darling could help him out a bit but it was going to take some time before that would ever happen.

But that's okay, because soon enough him and his darling will be married. And they'll be together for ever and ever. As long as no one gets in the way.

The Russian sighed tiredly and rubbed his eyes for a moment, perhaps once he got inside he could take a lovely nap with his dear. And they could snuggle together. Yeah that sounded nice.

But before the Soviet left his truck he reached over into the passenger's seat. He grabbed the bag that sat there, a big bag of KFC's finest chicken.

He hopped out of his car, locked it, and made his way over to the cabin.

The snow crunched under his feet as he did. His heart pounded in his chest, he was going to see his little love again. How exciting.

He stumbled into the house, dragging some snow in as he did. He kicked the snow back outside and shut the door, double checking to make sure it was locked after he closed it.

After taking off his coat and boots off he made his way to his shared bedroom. He peeked his head into the room. Seeing Reich sitting under the covers, staring at the TV he had put in there for him.

He was glad he had gotten it. As it had actually seemed to give his darling a bit of joy as he held the remote in his hand.

But the Russian couldn't stay there for long, as he had so many things to do.

He knocked lightly on the door, despite it already being partly opened. Reich looked over at him, his bright blue eyes were so wonderful to see.

Soviet smiled at him as soon as he did. He was so pretty. Such a pretty little thing.

The Russian opened the door all the way and let himself in.

He chuckled lightly, seeing Reich's expression change. The German's eyes were glued to that KFC bag, absolutely mesmerized by that greasy bag of chicken.

The Russian sat the bag down on the nightstand, which Reich immediately went to find his chicken and destroy it.

Soviet loved seeing his darling so interested in something. Even if that thing wasn't him. If only his darling would look at him the same way he did to that chicken. If only.