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Pain (Soviet Union x Third Reich)

Massive trigger warning, friends. I tried lol

Sov's POV
"Oh my god, Reich, why did you do this...?" I frantically reached for the bandages on the top shelf and put them around his arms, which were quickly soaking in blood.

It was two in the morning and I caught Reich like this, alone in his room. I didn't know if he was just planning on hurting himself or going through with it but either way it broke my heart.

I kept wrapping his arms as tears fell down my face. It looked really bad.

"Why are you helping me? I'm a monster, just let me die so everyone can be happy!" I looked at him to find the boy I loved, unexplainable pain, despair and hatred in his eyes.

He tried to reach for the blade again but I grabbed his hand and stopped him. "You are not a monster. You made mistakes like everyone else and you made up for it!"

He shook his head and started sobbing. "I can't ever make up for what I did, Sov. No one likes me anymore!"

In that moment I could recognize the younger him. The kid who was always alone and wanted his revenge for it. The kid who begged to hangout with us until we refused so much that he just gave up.

Out of pure instinct, I hugged Reich from behind. I wrapped my hands around his small waist and pulled him close to me. My chin rested on the shoulder of the smaller boy.

"I still like you." I whispered to him, It was more than just a simple statement, it was a reason to live, a reason to assure Reich that his existence was acknowledged and mattered.

"I don't just like you, I love you, and I can't stand to see you like this. I don't want you to hurt yourself!" I cried, looking over his cuts again and holding him tight.

He hugged my arms, kind of in disbelief that someone was actually attempting to comfort him. But he accepted the comfort, and then after a few minutes of silence, turned around to hug me properly. I was tall so I let him bury his face in my chest, one of my hands on the back of his head and the other across his back.

Reich's hands grabbed on to the back of my shirt desperately. I understood why, if I only had one person in the world who really cared about me I wouldn't ever want to let them go either. Especially if I felt so helpless that I was hurting myself to the extent that he did.

"You're my favorite person..." He told me, muffled. "...don't ever leave me, please." He continued, hugging me tighter.

My heart did flips. It was just too adorable and sad. "Why would I ever leave you, Reich? You're my favorite person too." I assured him, my hand moving from his head to his shoulder. I knew he wouldn't believe me but it was true, no one else was as uniquely beautiful and misunderstood as him.

He was still crying, but seemed at least a bit more calm in the embrace. Figuring he was really sleep deprived and tired, when I thought he was ready we broke from the hug and I tended to his wrists again, this time without him protesting.

It was about 2:30 now, and I had to get him to sleep. I let him get ready and comfortingly tucked him into bed. I got ready to leave back to my hotel room but Reich tugged on my arm and stopped me.

"No, stay." He pleaded, looking up at me. It was probably a good idea to stay so I could make sure he didn't do anything else. I said ok and climbed in bed next to him.

Within a minute Reich's arms were wrapped around my waist. My heart jumped around again because it was so cute. I gladly cuddled him back because I wanted to make him feel loved in any way possible that I could.

We fell asleep, and in the morning we made sure to spend the rest of the day together. I still think that that night had a big impact on the relationship we have today with each other.

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