Songfict
Slight Gore
Third Reich x Soviet
Depression
Characters: Third Reich, Soviet Union

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𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓪 𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷, 𝓸𝓴𝓪𝔂, 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼.

Soviet ran around the bunker to find Reich. He needed to get there before America, Britain, and France do. Unlike them he wanted to keep Reich alive. He just wanted to bring Reich back home.

It's been hell ever since he left in 1941. It's been 4 years and he still needed Reich so bad. He didn't know what to do with his life without him, Reich was like the building blocks to his life. No matter how many times Reich made him cry from pain, sadness, or even happiness he still needed him.

He looked through every door that he could find and he started to lose hope. Maybe the others got to him first or maybe he somehow left already, Reich was always quick and silent with what he did unlike him. Soviet was always very loud and made a seen like Reich called it with everything he did. Another reason why he just charged into the bunker guns blazing.

Then Soviet came to a brown wooden door at the end of the hall. Soviet opened it and he saw Reich looking at one of the paintings on the wall. He remember when he made it, it was a really nice day and Reich wanted to paint the garden.

"I was waiting for someone to come, I heard a lot of gunshots." Reich said turning around. "I knew it would be you liebling, always loud." I started to tear up. "Reich ple-" I was then cut off by Reich. "Soviet I don't think you understand the situation I'm in. When the allies get here their not going to be so nice." I was confused, what was Reich saying.

"This is where the end of the line is for me. You are probably one of the worst and best things that have happened to me. I don't know if I should hate the fact I met you or not." he laughed a little and started to cry.

"I didn't think it would be so hard to do this in front of you but just know that Ich liebe dich Sowjet." Reich said giving Soviet a loving smile before taking a gun out from his jacket and pointing it towards his head. "Wait Rei-!" but before Soviet could stop him a loud gunshot echoed through the bunker. Then a loud thud came after that.

Soviet ran around the desk and saw the man he loves dead body on the floor. A pool of blood started to form around his head.

Soviet got on his keens and put Reich in his arms. He couldn't care that his clothes where getting soaked from the blood. He felt as tears came out of his eyes more. He started to say things in Russian as he sat there with Reich's dead body in his arms. He stopped after a while.

Reich is dead now, he's gone.

He heard footsteps come down the hallway coming to the door. He couldn't care though, it could be the allies or some nazi soldiers coming to kill him, Soviet wouldn't mind the thought of death though.

He couldn't care because the one thing he wanted back is now dead so he cried there he just cried and he couldn't stop.

𝓐 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓮𝔂𝓮? 𝓐𝓵𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽.

Soviet couldn't stop crying because he realized what happened. Reich left him and he won't come back to him.

He sat there crying, one actually having tears coming out and the other having blood coming out. Reich stabbed his eye out. Reich was angry that Soviet wasn't doing what he asked. Soviet offered to help his love with invading Poland but after that Reich asked him to do more stuff but Soviet didn't want that. He only helped Reich with Poland because he wanted to show his love in helping him.

Soviet was being to kind though.

He didn't want to do anymore after Poland but I guess today was the last straw. He didn't have any value for Reich anymore so he threw him away.

Soviet didn't even try to stop Reich from leaving because he was so shocked about the entire thing. Now that he realized what happened he wish he stopped him from leaving. He didn't know why he would stop someone from leaving him if they didn't love him. Reich said it himself, he doesn't love Soviet like Soviet loved him.

That hurt, it hurt so bad.

He tried for years to get Reich to love him like he once did but what was the point if Reich didn't love him at all. How stupid Soviet thought of himself. Couldn't realize that Reich didn't actually love him.

That lead him here, heartbroken on the floor with only one eye left. Reich broke the pack they signed together, Reich broke the love they had together, Reich broke the family they had together.

Reich even broke the person Soviet once was. It is stupid how Soviet didn't even put up a fight and sat there, enduring all the years of abuse Reich gave him.

How stupid is that.

𝓘 𝔀𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓹𝓾𝓽 𝓾𝓹 𝓪 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽.

𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮?

That's what Soviet was a stupid disappointment of a country. How could something as stupid as love hurt him so bad.

He layed there in bed silently crying to himself. He couldn't take it anymore. He tried so hard to be a good dad after Reich died but after the allies took his little boy he couldn't do it anymore.

Soviet watched as his life fell apart in front of him. As everyone kept leaving him and as his mental health deteriorated.

He just wanted that warm feeling that Reich gave him back. The loud, annoying, rebellious son he had.

He just wanted them back.

Soviet rolled onto his side trying to go back to sleep. He may have woken up at 11:30am today and it's now 1:00pm he just wanted these thoughts to go away.

These where the times Soviet would prefer the horrid dreams then to think about his second oldest son and husband. He pushed everyone away because he couldn't handle the fact two people he loved are gone.

He pushed the three kids he has away and his friend, China,  away. The person he relied on most after Reich left him and when he died. Now he's in a worse position then when he was when Reich left.

He hasn't taken care of himself and he left his oldest son, Russia, to take care of his siblings, a job Soviet was supposed to do. He doesn't remember the last time he showered. The most he showered was 2 times a month and sometimes he would go without taking any. He hasn't shaved in a very long time so Soviet now has a very unkept beard.

Just from those thoughts about his son and husband and the ones about himself made him sick to his stomach. He hid himself more into the covers as he cried.

He was disgusted at himself. How he could live in filth and be the biggest piece of trash in this room. If a stranger walked in here they would think Soviet was a homeless man with a drinking problem and lung cancer.

He didn't know how long he could go for like this. He just wanted it all to be gone and everything to be okay.

𝓑𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓘 𝔀𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂.

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I thought that this audio fit well besides the cannibalism but you know Reich could be a cannibal for all we know. I love throwing weird things into the stuff I write.

I hope that you liked this oneshot and I hope that you have a good day/morning/night or whatever time you are reading this.

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