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It should be a normal day for Third Reich, a.k.a Reich. Recently, he started to notice some crucial things happening in his not-so-big flat apartment; mainly, the fact that he felt watched, food disappearing. It wasn't weird because he had the oh so annoying roommate called Italy, but there was something deeper. He once woke up, and he could swear on his eye he saw a man standing in the corner! It was indeed creepy as hell.
Reich considers writing to someone about it. Anyone (even his dad) would say that he's going insane.
— Italy, I think someone is breaking into our home and stealing food! — he said during a Saturday afternoon laziness Italy practised every week.
— Uh-huh, and cows would be beautiful birds if they had wings — Italy responded sarcastically.
It was hard to take Italy seriously, as he was lying on his back and watching cooking shows. Neither said anything for a moment. Reich broke the silence by angrily storming off to his room.
— Huh? — Italy looks in the direction where Reich went.
Reich came back with nothing. Seems like he left to add drama to the scene.
— I'm telling you, someone else lives in our home!
Italy ponders the statement with a hum. He takes a crisp into his mouth and chomps on it loudly. Reich really wanted to slim him out, but it was cheaper to live with someone than alone.
— Okay, how do you plan to catch them? — Italy takes a sip from his glass. He sat up before doing that.
— Camera! My dad once gave me one when I told him that the squirrels scratched the windows. I'm so glad I kept it.
Reich walked into the room, which was supposedly a storage room where they kept all sorts of things. The other heard some muffled curses and a sudden thump of some(one)thing falling. Reich came back with a closed cardboard box. It still had tape all around it.
— Here's the thing. Italy, you're a fat ass who likes tech things — Reich handed the box to Italy.
The man sighed. He took the box and tried to open it with a butter knife.
After thirty minutes of opening, cursing, and learning how to operate the camera, they set it up in a place that was hard to notice. Both incredibly proud of themselves ended the day with monopoly.
As night came, Reich laid down on his bed. He always liked to appreciate his clean skin after showering. The nice smell of bodywash adds to his already high ego. Maybe it did not make sense, but Reich had high standards on others and himself. He tries not to apply them to Italy, though.
The thinking kept on becoming longer and longer to the point where Reich stopped keeping track of the clock. The sounds of footsteps cleaned all his senses. It must be Italy, right? Italy's footsteps weren't that heavy!
Reich turned on his side to lay away from the door. As soon as he heard footsteps coming his way, a wave of sweat came over him. He will have to wash again!