DISCLAIMER: I have written in an AU for this, and it takes place in Genoa Italy in the year 1943 when American and Germans both occupied Italy. i did hours upon hours of research to make this as historically accurate as possible, but feel free to let me know of any mistakes, or if you know German or Italian to help me with that.

WARNING: This book contains Nazism, Homophobia, Homosexuality, abusive tendencies/ relationships, time era racism, offensive language, adult themes, and later on slight gore, i will always give NSFW warnigs and any other needed warnings.

Tell him you don'twant to go out, that it's scary with all of the Germans Feliciano had thought to himself, moments before being ushered out of the front door of him and his brother's house. He didn'tsay it though, and he figured he'd regret it, just didn't know how badly he would.

The year was 1943 and he lived in Genoa, which was currently being occupied by somehow both Germans and Americans, he had no clue how it worked or how they hadn't been completely blown up yet. Since the Nazis or German he should say, had invaded his town, he noticed he was being told not to go down narrow, dark alleys, or that's what his brother had told him at least. He didn't mind having to avoid alleys though, they always smelled bad, but he had later found out they were off-limits to the American soldiers, for reasons he never found out. He had also noticed a lotmore- women of the night if you caught on with that, and an increasing amount of drugs and people to quite literally push him around.

He didn't like all of this by any means, but he wasn't a Jew, fag, communist or disabled person, so he supposed he had it better off than most, and he shouldn't necessarily complain. So, he walked to the town every day in search of food and other materials. Most days, however, he would just sit in the church. Cathedraldi San Lorenzo was a church his brother and him had started to go to at the beginning of the war, they were always Catholic, just never as devout as they were now that they had to ensure their faith to a religion, or be sent to a camp.

At first, Germany and Italy had broadcasted the camps as vacations, at first anyway, not anymore though, they wanted to make sure that every singleJew knew what they were practicing was wrong, the same with fags and many others. For now, the Italian knew they needed food very soon, or they would go hungry, so he was walking to a market for food.

He stepped down from the first step, quickly moving down the rest, and headed for the market, walking down the dirt and stone streets, eyeing sandbags as he passed them, keeping his head low when he walked passed any troops from the feared 92nd division. He walked as quickly as possible, waiting to get to the market so he could go back home as fast as he could, eager to take a much-needed nap. He walked past immigrants, drug dealers, and many, many prostitutes. He could hear a quiet rumble of Italian speakers in large clusters, and sped up- he knew he was getting close to the market.

He entered the market area consciously, immediately looking for some eggs, milk, and bread to get him and his brother by for at least a few days. He paid in exact amounts, trying his hardest to conserve money as best as possible, and flirted with a few women. Hehad seen a few other soldiers but tried to avoid them to the best of his ability, succeeding so far, and silently left the market, ascending on his walk home to bring the food, then go to the church and maybe take a nap on a bench.

He wasn't paying attention to where he was walking though, being the care-free Italian that he was, and walked right into someone, falling on his butt, holding his bag of food close to his chestto protect the eggs and milk from breaking and spilling. His heart was racing, and he had hoped that he hadn't run into a soldier from the 92nd, hope had not prevailed, and thus his entire life came to a sudden halt, soon to plummet.

"Watch where you are going, you dumbass! you ran right into me, and you don't even apologize for making me stop," a heavily accented,deep voice yelled from above him, anger extremely evident.

Feliciano opened his eyes, quickly rushing to his feet, bag in hand as he tried to explain himself. "Ah! right, sorry sir, I was caught up in my own thoughts. I was thinking about this really pretty girl I had seen at the market! she had a nice flowy dress on and her hair curled in these perfect little rows, she was so pretty!"

He has, quite literally, ran into a 92nd soldier, and now he was rambling about a girl instead of giving him the apology he had wanted from the Italian, and now the German was getting impatient and annoyed with the boy.

"Stop! Have you never seen a girl before? Everybody knows you think about them at night, not during the day when you're walking in the middle of a town in the middle of the day! How fucking old are you anyway? You're immature enough to go on a rant to someone superior to you when you should be apologizing? I don't want a rant about some girl you saw I want a verdammt apology!" Great, now the German was really yelling at him, and Feliciano could see a vein popping in the other man's forehead.

"Ah uh... Right sorry, sir! oh, andI'm 22 by the way, thanks for asking! I bet you're about my age too." Came from the Italian, clearly not noticing how utterly peeved the soldier was.

The soldier sighed, "I do not actually care how old you are, just stop staring into space and do something else," he pinched the bridge of his nose, but was intrigued with the Italian. He let out a sigh "listen, what is your name?"

"Me? Oh I'm Feliciano Vargas!" He smiled brightly, eyes lit up with the sudden calm demeanor of the soldier.

" Well Feliciano, " he began, " I am Ludwig Beilscmidt, of the 92nd, and I do hope I see you again, it was a very... Strange experience. I must be going, don't forget to look up next time you're walking down the street."

With that, the soldier he now knew as Ludwig walked away, and Feliciano smiled, giddy that he hadn't been backhanded like last time, and he walked home. Today wasn't so bad so far, he had thought to himself