Warning: sensitive issues such as: concentration camp, sex, blood and violence. To the entente possible, of course. If you don't like don't read.

Reading is not suitable for an audience sensitive or minor. I think it's M for the argument that section. Maybe R-18, still do not know.

I apologize for my grammar. English is not my first language.

The characters belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.

Rome, 16 October 1943.

Feliciano Vargas he had just turned nineteen years and slept peacefully the sleep of the innocent. The clock on the wall of the room that he shared with his older brother Romano-a boy grumpy and aggressive-ticked past 4.30. The whole room was enveloped by the warmth of that 16 October just started and the boy could not imagine how in a few minutes his life would be changed forever, turning in his worst nightmare.

A scream, followed quickly by others, made him start with fright , waking completely.

With expression tense and afraid, the Italian turned toward Romano with the intention to wake him, but saw him already sitting up in bed, stiff as a statue which stared with concern the door of their room.

"Romano, what's going on?" asked in a trembling voice the boy, as he heard out of the window of the room the screams of women and children mixed with other stronger and excited, into a language unknown to him.

"I do not know," he replied after a moment the boy in a tone of voice low enough, and got out of bed while Feliciano felt that he could not get out of bed for the fear that felt at that moment.

"Hide!" Came screaming his grandfather, an old man, but the stocky build and strong, looking at the guys which still confused they were wondering what was happening. "They got the Germans!"

Feliciano felt his heart stop while a painful feeling of anxiety and panic gripping the stomach, making him want to vomit. The Germans they had come to Rome? What did they want?

Suddenly, his mind began to make room some tales he had heard about the Germans and what they were doing to people like him, the Jews. Would happen to them?

Terrified he passed frantic gaze from his brother Roman, who had remained silent, eyes wide, to his grandfather who watched them with a worried look and serious.

"Romano, take your brother Feliciano and hide in the compartment behind the cabinet" began to give orders his grandfather while the steps that the Italian recognized as those boots, were becoming ever more close and heavy. "Now!"

Romano quickly grabbed Feliciano by the arm and literally dragged him out of bed.

"Hide!" commended himself his grandfather, while off door of their small apartment someone knocked and began to scream.

Before hide inside the compartment behind the cabinet, Feliciano looked for the last time the clock on the wall. The big black hands marked the 5.30.

Romolo, the grandfather of the brothers Vargas, went to open the door and found himself in front of a German soldier who wearing in the typical uniform green color, gave him a telegram.

"In twenty minutes you will be ready!" said the German in an Italian forced and slow.

Romolo, read the message:

16 Ottobre 1943,Roma.

Ordine per tutti gli ebrei del ghetto di Roma:

Dovete essere pronti in 20 minuti, portare cibo per 8 giorni, soldi e preziosi, via anche i malati, nel campo dove vi porteranno c'è un'infermiera.*

The man glanced over the shoulder of the soldier and saw frightened women carrying bags with them and luggage while some soldier were escorting them out of their apartments pointing behind their backs the cane of their rifles blacks and gave jostling with anger, shouting orders in German.

His grandchildren were not to be discovered. Feliciano and Romano were to remain hidden if they wanted to save their lives.

"Hurry up, Jew," cried the soldier irritated, brandishing a gun in front of his face with make threatening. "Hurry up or I swear I'll kill you here! You're making me lose my patience. "

Without saying a word, trying to hide his fear, Romolo was about to close the door, when a soldier came up to that other, and whispered something in his ear , while he was holding what seemed like a list.

The soldier nodded as he watched Romolo, then at the end asked:

"In this house there are also two guys named Feliciano Vargas and Romano Vargas?"

Feeling the blood freeze in his veins, concerned for his grandchildren, Romolo answered quickly, "No, they died two years ago"

The other soldier that was came after, glared at him, waving in the air the deck of sheets in his hand, exclaimed, "Do not lie dirty Jew! Here we have the list of all Jews living in the ghetto! "

The man does not give up and repeated "They died two years ago"

German, impatient , raised his gun and pointed him against his chest " Tell me where they are or I swear I make you a hole!"

"They are died!"

The soldier grinned, then motioning the other to enter the apartment, said to Romolo "So, now you will reach them!"

Feliciano heard a shot and clung stronger to his brother, afraid.

"You too heard the sound of gunshot, Romano?" asked an anguished voice to his brother, as he felt his eyes pinching and a painful presentiment make space within him. "Was not the sound of a gunshot, right?"

Romano did not answer but he merely put his hand over his mouth, not to make him talk.

The Italian looked up and as he was crushed against his brother he could see clearly the big tears streaming down his sharp profile and masculine, and lips bent into a grimace of suffering he heard him cursing.

"Maledetti bastardi, maledetti bastardi!"

Feliciano buried his face in his hand and tried to keep from crying. Not had to cry or the sacrifice of his grandfather would have been useless.

"When you are afraid, pray to God and he will come to your aid." This always told him his grandfather when he was afraid. "The words of God never abandon you, believe me."

Choking back sobs, Feliciano began to pray:

"Padre Nostro che sei nei Cieli…"**

He heard a noise, as of objects that are thrown to the ground and then trampled.

"Sia sempre santificato il tuo nome"

Now a harsh voice was shouting and thundering "wo Sie sind, ihr Verfluchten Juden! Wenn du nicht kommst aus, das schwöre ich, werde ich mit dem ganzen Haus brennen! kommen hier, sofort!"***

"Venga il tuo regno, sia fatta la tua volontà, come in Cielo, così in Terra…"

The bedroom door creaked in a worrying way, then the noise of boots echoed through the room, along with a voice.

"Ma liberaci dal male. Amen"

The soldier looked around and began to toss and turn everything that found in front. Before the bed of Romano, then that of Feliciano. With a kick he threw down a box, overthrowing on the floor the contents of the box. . Then he began to hum a nursery rhyme as he approached to the cabinet:

"Was denkst du, Kätzchen?"****

"In einer Maus!"

"Wir könnten spielen wollen?"

"Ich möchte nur zu essen!"

Holding the gun in front of him, opened the cabinet doors and threw out the clothes.

Feliciano clinging closer to his brother began to tremble with fear while Romano had become hard as a rock.

"Please, Dear God, please"

The door behind the cabinet was opened and in front of them found the grinning face of the German soldier who uttered the last words of the nursery rhyme:

"Warum? Was hat er getan?"

"Nichts. Aber die Katze

und die Katze, weißt du,

großer Freund der Mäuse war nie!"

Hypnotized with fear and with the heart stopped in throat, the two brothers stared at the soldier in front of them. At Feliciano the scene, everything, It seemed surreal. Until recently he was sleeping in his bed, thinking about the wonderful party that had just celebrated. That day they invited their neighbors and their friends. They had celebrated until 1:00 at night, singing and dancing. Pietro, the best friend since childhood of Romano, had given to Feliciano a watch, of those with the leather strap, while Marco, the best friend of Feliciano, had given him a new pair of shoes, leather brown. Both of his parent of Marco, before the racial laws prevented them to work, they sewed shoes in one of the best boutique in Rome. And Marco always rode through the streets of Rome with a new pair of shoes and beautiful. He had him always envied for it. But now he too had a new pair of shoes, made of leather. And Alice, the girl as sweet as honey, the daughter of a seamstress and a mechanic, had made him a shirt. She had hand sewing a shirt for him! He thought of the happiness mixed with embarrassment he had felt, when with a beaming smile and shy at the same time, she had shown him the shirt.

"Come on, try it!" She had said.

And he had worn the shirt, which was suited to him. "Alice, is beautiful!"

The girl laughed. "Really?". And he had nodded.

And then he had told, while his heart pounded like a drum in his chest. "Yes, but not as much as you."

Alice blushed to the tips of the ears and had lowered its beautiful green eyes like emeralds on his hands, small and white, fiddling with his fingers while all the guests were erupted in laughter and they had booed showing their appreciation.

"Finally there You did it, brother!" he had congratulated him his brother Romano, giving him a pat on the back. "That's how you talk to a girl! I've always said that you are a true romantic!".

They danced, keeping the volume low, and finally Alice, she had kissed him. In reality it was a shy kiss and chaste, light as the flapping of the wings of a butterfly. But it was enough that simple kiss to make him blush and smile.

And now he had been awakened, locked in the closet while his grandfather was dead, killed by a German soldier, perhaps by the same German soldier who was now pointing the gun at him and his brother Romano and looked at them as if they were dirt, the mud that he always took off from under his shoes when he came into the house.

"And now, what will become of me, of my brother Romano?" He began to think Feliciano. "And Alice, where is it? And Marco?"

"Get out, get out! Immediately!" he barked with anger the German soldier always keeping bulleted on them the shotgun. "Come and take your rags!".

Feliciano afraid looked up at Romano, wondering if his brother would obey the order. His older brother looked at him for a moment, then left him and with his hands raised above his head came out of the closet. Feliciano was about to exit, when his brother shouted at him "Escape! Get out!" and punched the soldier that does not expecting the blow, he could not defend himself and fell unconscious to the ground.

The Italian looked at the soldier fell to the ground and felt his legs begin to tremble.

"Run fool! Get out!" Romano shouted at him pushing him towards the window "Exit through the window and hide!"

Feliciano, with his brown eyes, stared pleadingly his brother Romano "I can't leave you alone! And what will you do?"

"Go away, you idiot! Run that are coming other soldiers! Get out!"

Feliciano was about to exit the window when in the room raided two soldiers, which seeing their comrade lying on the ground unconscious, one attacked Romano while the other grabbed by the hair Feliciano and threw him to the ground, pointing their guns against them.

"Do not make missteps, dirty Jews!" they said the soldiers to their, while with violent jerks and blows to the back, , made them gather in their bags the first things that were under the hand.

Feliciano was able to take the watch with leather strap, the shirt made by Alice, some pants but did not had find the violin that had given him his grandfather when he was seven.

"Raus! Raus!" they had continued to scream the soldiers. The body of his grandfather they had not found, on the threshold had remained just a huge pool of blood.

And before being sucked into the crowd of people gathered outside the ghetto, he was able to catch the conversation of the two soldiers, who had escorted out, him and his brother.

"Were you able to find some precious jewel in the house?"

"Nein, there was nothing, only things of little value… But look what I found! A beautiful violin that I think some money!"

Note: I would like to begin by thanking anyone who has read the first chapter.

Then I would move on to some details: First of all I will try to make it less crude scenes, whether of sex or violence (not intended as rape)

Who will read this story, you will not find any romantic situation. This is still the war and concentration camps. You have been warned.

But since I'm romantic, maybe a bit of love will come out, of course, to the extent lawful and possible.

Comments are welcome. Grazie.

Translations:

*October 16, 1943, Rome.

Order for all the Jews of the ghetto in Rome:

You must be prepared in 20 minutes, bringing food for 8 days, money and valuables, away even the sick, In the field where you will bring, there is an infirmary.

**The prayer of Feliciano:

Our Father who art in heaven,

Always be hallowed be your name,

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, as in heaven, so on earth.

Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our debts, as we also have forgive our debtors and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.

*** where you are, you who are cursed Jews! If you are from not, I swear, I'll burn the whole house! come here, now!

****The German nursery rhyme:

What are you thinking, kitten? "

" A mouse!"

"You maybe want to play?"

"I just want to eat!"

"Why? What did he do?"

"Nothing. But I am the Cat

and the cat, you know,

great friend of the mice was never!"

The saddest thing is that during the deportation of Jews from their homes, the German soldiers stole the valuables they could find and sold them or if held. after all also happened in the concentration camps, when ordering the Jews to take their clothes off, the soldiers gave instructions prisoners to search for valuables in their clothes.

The ghetto I mentioned is what is in Port Octavia, in front of the Tiber River, where on October 16 he began walking quiet of the innocent.