Stalker | ThirdUnion

37: Out of Time

It was an early morning in the Russian household.

Soviet was in the kitchen, working on some late breakfast. He was alone, unfortunately, as his love was still getting ready to start the day.

Soviet hummed happily to himself as he stumbled around his kitchen. He could hardly wait to see his love again, even though he had already seen him this morning. And barely fifteen minutes ago.

But nevertheless, the Russian was still quite excited. He had been keeping a better eye on his love lately, as their wedding day was getting closer by the minute.

He was so excited to see his love in his dress, to get to wear his ring, to finally be married to the man he loves, the honeymoon- everything!

He had also finally bought himself an eye patch, though he was waiting to wear it, as it was a little surprise for his little Reichy.

The Russian could barely contain his giggles as he placed a pan onto the stove. He wasn't sure what he was making yet, he wanted his love to decide, but he was preparing for it anyways.

He had their whole wedding day planned out, and had been repeating the events of the day through his mind.

Though he was going through things, he couldn't necessarily get himself to focus on the whole wedding part, as his mind was clouded with the thoughts of finally getting to their honeymoon.

Soviet found himself blushing as he stood in the kitchen. He probably shouldn't be thinking of such things, as he did promise his darling that he would wait, but still, he couldn't help but think about it.

But the more he did, the more he yearned for his Reichy, but then the more he would have to remind himself to wait.

The Russian grumbled and glanced at the clock. Goodness if his love didn't show up soon he would be kicking down every door in this house to find him.

Soviet sighed and shook his head, rubbing his face for a moment as he did. He could tell that he was still blushing, and that he still had no Reichy.

The Russian ticked for a moment as he glanced at the hallway from the kitchen. Reich had five minutes before he would go looking for him.

Reich searched through the dresser's drawers quickly yet quietly. He had tried his best to get Soviet away from him this morning. Therefore, he wasn't sure how much time he had, but either way, he needed to use it wisely.

The Russian had been watching him like a hawk, almost never leaving his side, constantly wanting to be next to him, whatever.

Reich felt completely doomed as their wedding day was getting closer and closer, and he still hadn't made much progress on escaping.

Perhaps he should have spilled more about what was really going on to JE, and FI. Or perhaps he should have done a better job than he had done at doing so.

He was a bit worried that his conversation with JE had come off more as a, 'my boyfriend/fiancé sucks and is really pushy and controlling', instead of a, 'I'm being forced to be here and this crazy, murderous, man is freakishly obsessed with me, and now he is making me marry him.'

Either way, he hoped JE would tell someone, call someone. Though he was worried about Soviet and what he would do if he found out, as he already seemed suspicious of him.

Their shopping trip was just the other day, and surely if JE had called the police in Russian they would have shown up already.

But they hadn't, and Reich didn't know what else to do but continued looking through the little dresser.