Stalker | ThirdUnion

42: The Lonely Soviet

Soviet tapped his foot gently, as he was all alone, away from his darling, his pregnant little darling that he missed oh so much.

Soviet sighed deeply, a bitter look on his face as he looked right in front of him.

He was supposed to be in a holding cell with other people, which was closer to the exit of this place. But they were worried that he may kill someone if he was put in there, so he got an actual cell, all the way in the back, all to his lonesome self.

This was stupid to the Russian, but oh well. He had been here for far too long now, as he had spent almost three weeks in this stupid cell. He's been interrogated a lot lately, which got annoying quick. He demanded to have his Reichy, yet they wouldn't give him to him! How dare they! He was a soon to be new father and had a wife to take care of now!

Soviet was furious about this, and had been given a lawyer which confused him for a moment, it seemed like they wanted to bring him to court. Soviet had seen the long list of things they wanted to charge him for, which was actually pretty accurate to what he had been doing, but not completely.

His lawyers were scared of him though, which was annoying, everything about this was annoying. All they had to do was to give him his Reichy and then everything would be perfect, and peaceful. How hard was it to do a simple, little task like that!?

The Russian only had one visitor, Russia, as he had just barely turned eighteen. Soviet had forgotten about his eldest son's birthday since he was so focused on making him another sibling.

But his other unfortunate kids wouldn't be visiting him, since they needed a legal guardian with them or something like that. They weren't old enough.

Russia was quite surprised to say the least when he heard about all the things his father was getting charged for. He had seen his father when he left that night, with some bags and a sleeping German in his arms.

The young Russian decided not to question it, but he surely didn't expect all of this. He really really didn't, and was honestly worried for his future now. As he was the oldest of fifteen kids and now they had no parent to look over any of them.

Soviet seemed less than interested to hear his eldest son's problems, and instead asked the young adult if he had heard anything from his love.

Russia was confused by the question, and overall it made him very upset.

His father was more worried about some guy that he called their mother, who was actually a kidnapped victim, than his own children. He was more worried about some random German guy than his own damn kids?

Russia was pissed, and to put it short, he left his meeting with his father earlier than expected.

Soviet wasn't bothered by it though, as he assumed his eldest son was off to find his new mother, since that's all he'd talked to the other about.

Then Sovirt was quickly shushed off, back to his lonely jail cell. Worried for his dear and their baby.

Hopefully his love was eating well, and getting all of his needs taken care of. His dear shouldn't have to move even a finger, not when he's carrying their precious baby.

The Russian would spend the rest of his day dreaming about his Reichy. Oh how much he missed him, how much he wanted to cuddle with him and to be in bed with him, and to snuggle up to him and bite him in the neck until he bleeds.

The Russian giggled a bit, as he stared down at his wedding ring. Though he hasn't been wearing it for long, it felt like he had been wearing it for ages now.

This really reminded the red country of before he did all of this. Before he murdered all those people. He remembered how he used to fawn and giggle over his dear like this, as he admired all of his things.