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Self starvation and mention of suicide I guess basically what to NOT do to yourself. 😁👍

Okay so for like some reason I was thinking about making a family tree. It was supposed to be on their chapter but did I make it? No, no I did not so it will probably be next chapter. Also I somehow have a 200+ day streak on Duolingo. Is Duolingo happy with me yet? No, why would he be happy with me yet. Well anyways I hope you enjoy chapter 45.
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Reich's POV

It's been a week ever sense me and Soviet's "little" fight happened. The cuts on the left side of Soviet's face seems to be healing up quite well. Hopefully none of them were deep enough to leave something because the left side of his face was already occupied by that nasty burn. He didn't need anymore life long injuries there.

I sat at the dinning table reading a German news paper. It was just filled with the normal propaganda and shit like that. Usually talking about how great the nazis were and the progress that has been made or just talking shit about other countries, mostly the Soviet Union.

My country was not anywhere near fond of the Soviets and vice versa. It's quite ironic how two countries can hate each other so much but the country representation's are in a relationship or something. It was like me and Soviet, our countries hated each other and clashed with one another a lot but we as representation's are married and have been for a very long time. Even before I was a representation me and Soviet were in some sort of relationship.

Me and Soviet got married in 1931, that was 8 years ago. That was a very long time ago and 2 years before I even became a representation. Then me and Soviet have been in a romantic type relationship for 11 years because we started dating back in '28.

I sighed and placed my cheek on my hand. That is a really long time to be with someone. I would have never even fathom that thought when I was younger. I thought that people were crazy when they have stayed with someone for so long but now I could understand.

I shifted my eyes towards the kitchen and I could see Soviet and surprisingly GDR making dinner. I smiled to myself when my eyes landed on the very tall Russian. How his beautiful hazle eyes would sparkle when any form of light hit them or his Russian accent that coated every word he said. How optimistic he is even when the sun wasn't always shining. He is also a high achiever, which was quite admirable.

I covered my mouth and looked back that the news paper on the table. Soviet has had way more experience in relationships then I did which made sense. Who wouldn't want to be with someone like him?

I groaned and crossed my arms over the table and put my head inside. I question why I even got so lucky to be with him let alone for 11 years. I would never even take those 11 years back anyways.

All I could do was smile to myself from the thought of Soviet. He really did love me a lot if he has stayed with me for that long. I felt as my face became hot from the the thoughts that bubbled in my head. How could he love me out of the 2 billion people that walk the earth and could be way better then I am he chose me. I started to quietly giggle to myself from the thought of that. I was acting like a 14 year old girl that has a major crush on someone.

I turned my head and I looked at the wall next me. I sighed and closed my eyes trying to calm down the best I could.

After I calmed down I sat back up and grabbed the news paper again. I knew there was still a faint blush on my cheeks but I could care less. I started to read the news paper again while I waited for dinner to be done.

After a while of waiting I heard the clanking of plates getting sat down on the table and a chair getting moved out from under it. I looked up and saw Soviet set a few plates of food down at the table and GDR climbing onto his set. I looked at the food that sat in front of me and it looked really good. Soviet was always very good at cooking and his food is very delicious. I could cook but I definitely wasn't as good as Soviet.

I watched as Soviet set the rest of the plates on the table and he sat down. "GDR can you please get your siblings." GDR nodded and climbed off his set and ran upstairs.

I looked over at Soviet and looked at the little cuts on his face. "They look good." I blurted out and Soviet looked at me. "What does?" I softly placed my hand on his face and dragged my thumb over the healing cuts. "The cuts." Soviet hummed in response and he leand into my touch. He closed his eyes and a small smile was visible on his face.

"Are you okay?" Soviet opened his eyes and gave me a questioning look. "I'm just asking because you have seem tired for the past few days." Soviet's smiled faded. "Yeah I'm okay." Soviet moved away from my hand and I placed it back onto the table. A few seconds later the kids came into the dinning room and when they got themselves situated we all started to eat.

The entire time we were having dinner Soviet was very quite. He wasn't usually to quite at dinner or even lunch or breakfast. All he did was pick at his food and I saw as he would sway or how cold he look even if the room was a good temperature. I also couldn't forget how tired and worn down he looked physically and he seemed mentally worn down aswell. By the time dinner was finished and the dinning table was getting all cleaned up Soviet didn't eat one thing on his plate. If I think of it Soviet didn't eat breakfast or lunch earlier today. Just from that realisation I was getting very concerned.

The night went on with my concern growing bigger from Soviet's actions. He differently didn't seem good. I mean he even went to bed earlier then he normally dose.

When it was 9:00pm I put the kids to bed in their perspective rooms and it was time for me to go to bed. I started to make my way to mine and Soviet's bedroom and when I got there I opened the door and walked inside. I closed the door behind me and saw Soviet's lamp on and I could see his body huddled up under the covers. He should have been warm under those blankets but from the occasional jerking of the blankets he was probably cold.

I frowned and made my way over to the closet to get something to wear to bed. After I got something and got changed I climbed into bed next to Soviet.

I wrapped my arms around Soviet's torso and placed my head on the back of his neck giving it a few kisses. I layed there with Soviet for a minute or two and felt Soviet's very sharp movements. His breathing definitely wasn't right and he was practically covered with cold sweat even if he was really cold. Then how he was rolled up into a ball tightly holding his stomach.

I sat up and looked at Soviet's face. He was just laying there staring off into space or something. "Soviet." I said but Soviet didn't respond back. "Soviet." I repeated and after a few seconds Soviet looked up at me. "Are you okay?" I asked and he nodded his head but I knew that was a lie. "Soviet don't lie to me your obviously not okay." I saw as Soviet's eyes were full of tears. His breath started to get shallow and quicker and I started to panic.

"Hey, hey, hey, Soviet what wrong seriously." I placed my hands on his arm and shook him a little. Soviet turned his body the best he could towards me and he wrapped his arms around my torso and sat his head ontop of my legs. "It hurts, it hurts so bad." Soviet choked out. His voice was very raspy and dry.

"Soviet what hurts?" I sat my hand on his head and started to brush his hair with my fingers. "My stomach, it hurts to much." he said and my concerns started to mix with a lot of worry.

"I'm going to get some water for you okay." Soviet nodded his head and moved off of me. I got up off the bed and started to make my way to the kitchen. I didn't want to leave Soviet alone when he felt that way but I needed to at least make sure he drinks some water.

I walked back into the room after getting Soviet some water and helped him sit up to drink some. After he has sat up I gave him the water and with his shaky hands he took a sip of the content.

But not even a few seconds later his face twisted into one of pain and he hunched over holding his stomach. Along with that his stomach made a very loud growling sound. It was like it was practically begging for food.

I quickly took the water away from Soviet and sat it on the side table. I then engulfed Soviet into a big hug. He started to shake more as his stomach made weird noises. I then heard as Soviet started to cry from the pain which broke my heart into a million pieces.

After a few minutes of Soviet crying he finally calmed down. "Soviet, when was the last time you ate something." he didn't answer me and stayed quiet. "Soviet when?" I lifted Soviet's head up to look at me and he drifted his eyes downwards.

After a while Soviet finally responded to my question. "Yesterday dinner." my eyes went wide. "But Soviet you barley ate anything yesterday dinner." Soviet sat back up and looked down at the bedsheets. "I know." he quickly said. Everything then dawned on my.

Soviet wasn't eating anything and he was fully aware of that.

"Soviet do you know how dangerous that is?"he nodded his head and I felt as tears came to my eyes. "W-why would you do that!" Soviet shrugged his shoulders. So he didn't even know why he was practically starving himself. "And how long have you been doing this?" Soviet pressed his legs into his chest. "A week now." I didn't say anything else after that.

Soviet didn't seem to care that he was starving himself. That he was in pain because of it how his skin was a very pale red and he has noticeably lost weight. Sure it only has been a week but that could turn into something really really serious. And if it happened a week ago this all had to be my fault.

From that realisation tears started to stream down my face.

I immediately pounced onto Soviet and buried my face into his chest. I started to silently cry into Soviet's chest and I could feel as his arms wrapped around me. "Shhh it's okay, it's not that important." Soviet tried to comfort me and reassure me that it was no big deal but it was, it was a really big deal. "Shut up, shut up, shut up! It is Soviet you're going to end up killing yourself!" that thought then hit me like a bullet.

What would happen if Soviet did die?

I started to cry harder into his chest. I didn't want Soviet to die. What would I do with my life without him with me? "Nein, nein, nein, nein, nein!" I couldn't have him die. I would even kill myself if he did.

I turned my head and leand against Soviet more. "No, please don't do that." I said through choppy breaths. I felt as Soviet rubbed my back trying to comfort me. "Baby I don't want you to die." I grabbed onto Soviet's shirt tighter. "This is serious baby, you can die and I don't want you to leave me." I felt as Soviet layed his head on mine. "I won't,I promise." we both just layed there holding each other. I didn't want to let go just incase if Soviet disappeared into thin air. I didn't want him to leave me or die because of me. I knew this was all my fault and that just made everything hurt 10x more. I couldn't let go of him but I knew that I needed to get Soviet some food.

I sat up again and rubbed the remaining tears from my eyes. "I'm going to get you some food okay." Soviet nodded and I started to make my way out of the room again for the second time that night.

I heated up some soup for Soviet and when I got to the room again I gave Soviet the bowl of soup. This was Soviet's lunch from earlier today which he did not eat. I watched as Soviet ate all the soup quite quickly. He must have been really hungry especially if his stomach was hurting him.

After he finished the soup I took it from him and sat the dirty dishes on the side table. I then crawled back under the covers and clinged onto Soviet's side setting my head ontop of his chest. "Does your stomach feel better." Soviet hummed in response and sighed. "Make sure you eat breakfast in the morning okay." I felt as Soviet sat his hand onto my head and started to play with my hair. "I will." I smiled to myself after Soviet said he would.

It's not like Soviet even has a choice if he wanted to anyways. If he didn't I would just force him to at least eat half the plate which is a bit more work then him doing it himself with no protest but it was worth it. I wouldn't want Soviet to die because of me in any way. I don't think I could bare that thought anyways.

"I love you so much Soviet." I slowly said feeling as my body slowly started to shut down. "I love you to." I heard him faintly say before I fell asleep in Soviet's protective hold.

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This is the first time I don't know what to say about this chapter. I got no hate on Reich somehow because he makes me mad a lot and I'm the one making him. I think I just need some help ;-; . Well I also have  a question because my brain decided to work today.

Why would Soviet even do that to himself?

Yeah I think that's better then nothing. Anyways onto the ThirdUnion pictures I find.

I think Reich is really getting into that. He just think's he's better then everyone that's why and Soviet has to deal with his bullshit. This is from verruct_t34 on Twitter.

You know what I actually do think Soviet could be compared to a octopus. I don't know how but he just would. Maybe it's because of what happened before that because of what's happening on Reich's neck. Well anyways this is from RoyaBana.

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

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