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“You can’t keep doing this, Third,” the USSR said to the Third Reich. “I never know where your head’s at.”
“Mm?” the Third Reich shifted, rolling onto his side, getting comfy in bed next to the USSR.
“You’re like, a loose cannon.” USSR remained on his back, arms behind his head to support his neck. A blanket was draped over his waist to keep his lower body warm; a blanket that also outstretched to cover the Third Reich’s lower half as well.
“A loose cannon you say?” his lips curled into an amused smile. He let out a soft chuckle.
“What’s so funny? I’m being serious, you know!”
“I’d say the bottle of vodka on your bedside would allude to you being the more uncontrollable one, dear. Although, that’s rather predictable of you, so I wouldn’t consider you a loose cannon.”
“…that’s a low blow.”
“At least you’re not denying your drinking problem,” the Third Reich shrugged his shoulders.
“That has nothing to do with this. I never know what you’re going to do next, you know? And half of the time, I never know where you are.”
“I’m an extremely busy man,” he said flatly.
“As am I!” the USSR raised his voice slightly, letting his emotions get the better of him. “I just want commitment from you!”
“Oh, come on…” the Third Reich laid an arm over his eyes, mentally (and physically) exhausted. “Please stop ruining the moment.”
The USSR just lay there, still staring up at the ceiling, no emotion to be read across his face. After a few more moments of silence, the bed shifted to one side.
The Third Reich raised up, his slim figure completely nude. USSR shifted his body to get a last glance of his lover as he dressed himself, pulling on black slacks, combat boots, and his signature Nazi uniform. After placing his hat on his head with one swift motion, the Third Reich faced the USSR again, flashing him a toothy grin.
“Your teeth are too pointed,” USSR frowned.
“Are they?” his smile didn’t falter, if anything he just seemed to find it funny.
“Yeah. I’m going to miss seeing that smile when I wake up. You sure you can’t stay the night?”
“It’s already 4, we were up all night, “the USSR swore that Third had a seductive glint in his eyes saying that last bit, but maybe he was just horny and overthinking it. “I’d like to head out before sunrise, you know how it goes.”
“I know,” and even though he did know, it didn’t make the USSR’s disappointment lessen. The Third Reich could hear that evident disappointment in USSR’s voice, and leaned over the bed, leaving a kiss on his forehead. “I’ll see you again in….. not too long, all right?”
“Okay,” a slight pink tinge washed over the USSR’s rosy red face. Watching the Third Reich make his exit and shut the door behind him, USSR slumped back into a comfy position. He was content, for now.