Stalker | Delusional Love

38: Surging Rampage 

Well...

That took longer than expected.

Soviet surely didn't think it would be that much of a wait, or hassle. Though also knowing Reich had never been through this before should've reminded him that this would take a while to get through.

And even though he and his Reichy had been having some interesting months together, even though Soviet was so happy to finally have a baby they could both call their own.

He couldn't help but feel guilty too.

For one of the first times in a very, very long time he felt some remorse for his actions.

It was a different kind of ache, just sitting there watching as his darling was screaming, and going through something so unimaginably painful. His body literally forces itself apart, causing him such agony.

He had never felt this kind of sickness, this swarm of guilt when he was with Afghanistan. Maybe when Russia was born, but overall the effect that this new feeling had over him nearly made him feel dizzy.

But he had wanted this, he had wanted a little one for them to share. To hold both of their blood.

Though seeing the struggle. And being able to do nothing but sit and watch for almost nine hours as his lover faced a life threatening situation was nearly brain numbing.

Austria-Hungary seemed to face a similar feeling, though not one of guilt, more like one of fear and heartbreak. Seeing his son in such a way. At least when he had been through this process himself, he had professional medication to numb him first. At least he had a doctor and nurses around him to reassure him.

Soviet literally only suggesting Advil of course didn't help. For a moment Reich would even wonder why Soviet hadn't yanked him some hard drugs off the streets to at least knock him out for the worst parts of it.

He was out like a light though as soon as he heard someone else finally screaming. But no one else would be able to rest or sleep. Which was more reasonable than anticipated.

AH was trying to attend to his son, making sure he was stable, that he was okay. While Soviet was holding his new son.

An oddly connecting moment between the two as they both managed to their families.

Soviet wasn't sure what to say, seeing his flag and tiny hands. His crying that almost perfectly replicated his mother's. He looked so German that the Russian wondered if his genes even stood a damn chance for a moment. Though he didn't really care about that now.

He was tiny too, so small and delicate. There were just so many resemblances between them..

The Soviet was stuck sitting beside Reich. Gentle rocking in his chair as he held the little baby in his arms.

Reich, surprisingly, was now awake in his bed. Surrounding him was a large quantity of food; crab, lobster, sushi rolls, nigiri, onigiri, noodles, more sushi rolls, a bowl of soy sauce, and whatever else he had demanded.

Soviet had run out to get the feast, and now he was stuck watching their baby as Reich munched on some delicate, Japanese style cuisine.

That sucked like absolute hell. But now he at least was eating well- oh and had a baby. Though weirdly enough he could barely remember the experience.

Reich's teeth munched down on some crab's leg. Breaking it easily before spitting the shell away as he munched on the meat.

Soviet looked up when he heard the shell hit the ground, though he just smiled and returned his focus to the sleeping baby's face. The peaceful silence was more than welcomed. Only the TV played softly while Reich's short munching noises were heard.