⚠️Warning⚠️
There is sexual content in here not full on smut because I didn't prepare for that maybe in another chapter but not right now. And Reich being a simp because he is a big simp. 😁👍

I am currently hiding from my mom because she is not happy with me right now. In fact she is really pissed at me so I'm hiding. I also don't think I will be getting dinner tonight so that's also great. Me being the American I am I decided to protest because I didn't want to do something. So that's why she isn't happy with me. If I wasn't the favorite child already I am definitely now. ;-; Anyways I hope that you enjoy chapter 35 and because this is 1,000+ words more then I usually write so yay.
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Reich's POV
October 1, 1938

I could hear the rain on the car window as we pulled up to my house. I'm happy to finally be home and not be in Munich anymore.

The car pulled up to the house and when the car stopped I opened the car door and opened my umbrella. I stepped out of the car with the umbrella over my head while the driver got my stuff out from the car and went to put it on the front porch. I closed the door with my foot and walked over to the front door and got my keys out of my pocket.

"Is there anything else you need, Mein Anführer?" (translation: my leader) I shook my head and pushed the key into the lock. "No, your free to leave now." the driver saluted and walked back to the car. When I knew the door was unlocked I grabbed my stuff and opened the door.

It was quiet in the house and I couldn't see anyone from the foyer. I put my stuff down on a wooden bench and took my boots off before walking out of the foyer into the living room. I walked to where the dip in the floor that held the couches and fireplace and saw Russia drawing with his crayons.

"What are you drawing?" Russia jumped a little and quickly looked at me. "Мать your back!" Russia gave me a big smile. A little smile made its way onto my face and I walked over to Russia and got onto my knees next to him. "I'm drawing a tank." Russia picked up the green crayon again and began coloring his tank again.

The tank didn't look like something I have seen before. It wasn't one of mine and wasn't one of Soviet's. "Did you design that tank yourself?" Russia nodded his head in response. "Yep, I want to make a tank just like this when I grow up." I watched as Russia colored in the tank that he drew then a question came to mind. "What are you going to call it?" Russia looked up from his drawing and started to think. "I think I will call it 2S25."

I was quite impressed with what Russia was doing. The drawing was good for a 6 year old and the fact he didn't give the tank some stupid name. This kid is very smart for being 6 years old.

"I like it." I put my hand on his curly brown hair and ruffled it. "I'm so proud of you." Russia's eyes lit up and his bright smile returned to his face. His hair then fell over his eyes and I then pushed his hair back. "Russia, we need to get your hair cut." Russia then shook his head and crossed his arms. "Нет, я не хочу, чтобы мои волосы вырезали!" (translation: No, I don't want my hair cut!") I let out a little laugh. "Russia, you're hair is starting to cover your eyes." Russia sighed. "But I like my hair long." "I know but can we at least get it trimmed?" Russia was hesitant before he nodded his head. "Only because it's starting to get into my eyes more." I smiled and nodded my head. "All right."

I took my hand off of Russia's head and looked around. I then noticed that Soviet was not here looking after Russia. A frown formed on my face and I looked at Russia. "Russia, where is your папа?" Russia got back onto his knees and took his crayon. "Папа is on the back porch, I wanted  to be alone so that's why he isn't here. Also GDR and FRG are upstairs sleeping." I nodded my head and got up. "I will be with your папа then." I started to walk over to the back door and when I got there I was hit with the horrible smell of cigarette smoke. I cringed at the smell and cleared my throat. At least it wasn't those horrible cigars Soviet would have ever so often.

I swear Soviet could be compared to a chimney when he had the time to smoke. Soviet started to smoke a little bit after we met. He was 15 when he started and quickly got addicted to that stuff, ever since then he has not stopped. Me on the other hand hates everything about smoking. The smell is horrible and what that stuff dose to your lungs is another thing. I will never take a cigarette to my mouth even if I would die if I didn't.

I walked through the doorway and the sound of rain was louder now that I was outside again. The back porch had a roof over it so I could hear the rain come down on it. Soviet was there sitting on one of the outdoor couches, one of his arms rested on the back of the couch and the other rested on the armrest holding a cigarette.

"I didn't hear you come home." I just crossed my arms. "Why wouldn't you." Soviet didn't say anything back and put the cigarette in between his lips, breathing in the horrible chemicals. I just stood there and watch Soviet do his thing. I was expecting more then this when I get home.

I wanted to be payed attention to not ignored.

"Can you pay attention to me." Soviet looked at me with a eyebrow slightly raised. "Didn't you say you didn't want to be bothered when you first get home?" I then remembered when I did say that but I just decided to play dumb. "I never said that." Soviet looked even more confused. "But I remembered that you told m-" "I never said anything like that." Soviet went quiet and he started to question if he really did hear me say that or not.

And that was exactly what I wanted.

"Yeah, sorry." Soviet said breaking the thick silence that flouted between us. Then after he said that all that could be heard was the patter of the rain on the roof.

I was starting to get bored just standing here waiting for Soviet to do something. I thought of something I could do and I got an idea. "Can I paint you?" Soviet nodded his head, not even looking at me he just stared off into the rain. I was a bit angry by this but I just went inside so I can grab my stuff and get out of this uniform.

I got upstairs into the bedroom and took my uniform off. I put on some dark brown dress pants and a white dress shirt. I then went to go grab the things I would need to paint Soviet.

It's been around an hour and a half since I started painting Soviet. Surprisingly he hasn't complained about having to stay somewhat still for a while. I was almost done, I just needed to add the outside and final touches to the painting.

I haven't painted in a while now and it was quite calming to do it. I didn't have any time in my schedule to paint so it was nice doing something I loved to do.

After a bit more time I finally finished the painting. I backed away to look and see if I forgot anything or if something needed to be fix but it was all good. The rain in the background looked good along with the proportions and I couldn't forget about Soviet's beautiful hazel eyes. I couldn't mess up on his eyes, they are just to beautiful to mess up.

I smiled to myself as I walked over to the wooden table that sat in front of the couches. I set my paint palette on it along with my brush and I walked over to Soviet. I sat down on the couch next to his and leaned my head onto his shoulder.

I felt as one of his arms when around my waist and his hand was set onto my waist. I leaned into Soviet more as I placed my hand on his chest. "I love you so much, Liebling." (translation: darling) I said closing my eyes. "I love you to." I felt as Soviet kissed the top of my head.

I opened my eyes and looked up to be met with Soviet's hazel eyes. They were really pretty, I loved Soviet's eyes so much. I put my hand on Soviet's cheek and rubbed my thumb over it. I leand closer to Soviet and he did the same until our lips met with one another. Soviet pulled me closer to him and I wrapped my arm's around Soviets neck.

We pulled away from each other to catch our breathes. Right when we had enough air to keep going we put our lips together again in a heated kiss. I felt as Soviet softly bit my lip and I opened my mouth. Soviet put his tongue inside my mouth and I felt as his tongue explore the wet environment. I let out a few moans and I felt Soviet put his hand on my neck.

He then pulled away and got close to my ear. "You know I still remember about what you promised me before you left." a chill went through my body as I heard Soviet whisper to me. I then felt as Soviet's hot lips started to kiss down my neck and he quickly found my sweet spot. I let out a gasp and I bit my lip so I wouldn't let to much out.

Soviet started to lick and softly bit that one spot and eventually made a hickey on my skin. He ran his hands under my shirt and started to rub the sensitive parts of my body. "Baby I-" I was cut off by a moan as Soviet rubed his thumb over my nipple.

I started to move my body so I was putting my weight onto my arms and I wrapped my legs around Soviet's torso. After I was done moving Soviet immediately started to kiss me again. I then felt as Soviet started to undo the buttons on my shirt and after he did that he slipped it off my shoulders. He didn't bother to take the rest off before he went down to kiss the middle of my chest. I bit my lip and looked down at Soviet kissing my body.

Soviet started to make a trail of kisses going from the middle of my chest to my right nipple. He started to suck on it and my back arched as I gasped from the feeling of Soviet's mouth on something so sensitive. Soviet smirked against my skin and he started to move himself but never stopping the stimulation he was giving to my chest.

Soviet then rubbed his body against my crotch and a breathy moan came from me. Soviet then started to make hickeys and bite marks all over my chest and when he bit or kissed a sensitive spot I would always let out a gasp or a moan.

It was embarrassing how vulnerable Soviet could make me. How he could get me in such an inappropriate way. How much I loved every kiss and touch Soviet would give to me and how good it all felt. It was all so embarrassing but I liked it to much and how bad I wanted him to keep going when we started such an intimate acted.

Soviet then rubbed against my crotch again and a sudden moan came from me. "Baby, fuck, do that again~" Soviet grabbed my thigh and held a firm grip on it. He was about to make the same humping motion on my growing erection but when I was finally going to be able to have sex with Soviet.

Luck wasn't going to be on my side.

"Мать,папа, I finished my tank!" Soviet stopped what he was doing when we both heard Russia yell for us inside. "Fucking damn it." I groaned and sat up and I started to quickly button my shirt. Soviet got off of me and sat on the couch correctly and started to make sure he fixed himself.

Russia then came onto the porch with a piece of paper in his hands. "Look it's my tank!" Russia held it out to us. "It looks so good, Младенец." (translation: baby bear) Soviet got up and pick Russia up. "How did you do that?" Russia shrugged. "I don't know but I really like it." Russia then looked up at Soviet. "Will you help me build it when I get older?" Soviet nodded his head. "Of course I will, I promise." Russia hugged Soviet and gave him a big smile. "Okay, I can't wait until we do." "do you want to hang it up on your picture wall?" Russia nodded his head viciously. "alright let's go." Russia then stopped Soviet. "what about мать?" Soviet looked down at the child in his hands. "let your мать fix himself first and then he will join us." Soviet looked up at me and I knew he wanted me to say yes. I felt nice today so I nodded my head.

Soviet's eyes lit up and he smiled. "Alright let's go Russia." Soviet then took Russia inside and they disappeared from my sight. I was a bit disappointed about what happened. I should have known that we probably wouldn't be able to do it here and especially at this time.

I stood up and dusted and fixed my shirt. It was still a bit wrinkly but it will do. I then looked down at my crotch area and thankfully nothing was showing. I sighed and walked over to the painting, I looked at it and I didn't see any wet paint on it.

I then walked into the house and started to make my way to Soviet's office. I was proud of what Russia did I really am but it was horrible timing to come and show us.

I really wish I had better luck when it comes to sex.

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I wonder why Russia was drawing a tank out of all things. He's a kid maybe he would be drawing more kid friendly things. I also feel bad for the kid I mean he has saw his parents fuck each other twice now. Not really twice but almost twice. When Reich was being a bitch and toping Soviet and now this. The 6 year old doesn't need to see that. Well now onto my questions.

Which I don't have again because there is nothing for me to ask or maybe my question making skills are lacking or something. Well because of this I will now give you some ThirdUnion pictures. (·∀·)

I can't remember if I already put this on here but if I did here it is again. Reich is just a really big simp to the point he won't let anyone near Soviet. He will bite them if they get to close. Also this is from verruct_t34 on Twitter.

I don't know who made this one which is quite sad because I love this so much. Soviet is getting his kiss rejected but since Reich is such a really big simp after a while he will kiss Soviet. When I say a while I mean after 2 seconds.

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

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