Every moment they shared was precious.
It didn't matter how short lived, and they were rarely alone together, but this only served to make their sporadic meetings even more special.
Every day, they went about their normal lives, and no one ever suspected a thing. It was easy, at times, to forget that their love was forbidden, that their loyalties lay with different countries, but they tried to never think like that.
What they had was special, and it transcended trivialities like that.
Occasionally they would be thrown together by chance, an unexpected rendezvous that would make the rest of their weeks brighter, would help to carry them through until they could be together again, each one longing to be near the other once more.
Sometimes, when they were in the same room together, they were so close, it would be hard, hard to pretend that there was nothing going on between them, to act as though they were merely observers to Colonel Hogan's signature brand of manipulation. It took all of their willpower not to shout their love for one another from the top of the guard's towers.
But they had their expected roles; they were expected to be in different places, and fate rarely intertwined them. They lived in different buildings, and occasionally spent days without seeing one another, but just a glimpse of each other through the Kommandant's window would be enough to carry them through until they could be together again, however briefly.
After the war, they rarely saw one another, but despite the miles and miles that separated them, their love remained strong. Seeing each other became somehow more special, more precious.
And still, no one suspected a thing.
Life went on normally for everyone around them; the days blended into one another, but sometimes the nights seemed to stretch on forever, endless and black.
Lonely.
It's true what they say, about absence making the heart grow fonder, but it seemed impossible that their love for one another could grow any stronger than it already was.
But when you were a pickelhaube helmet madly in love with an American crush cap, nothing was truly impossible.
Yes. I actually did that. I wrote a Klink's Helmet/ Hogan's cap love story. Final exams do strange things to me, it seems. (Last semester they caused my brain to vomit out Carter Casanova…) My roommate claims that this is the canon relationship in the series, as it appears in the beginning and end of every episode. Also, in an open message to snooky, should she be reading this, my roommate loved your story about the uniforms and insisted I post her weird helmet love story idea here since it was after reading that that she said "YOU SHOULD WRITE A ONESHOT ABOUT FORBIDDEN LOVE BETWEEN INANIMATE OBJECTS!" Also, she made a dirty joke that I couldn't bring myself to write in here, but if you really want to hear it, send me a PM. If you must.