Not surprisingly when Rory William, AKA Rory pond, caved to his wife about the name didn't think that when he woke up this morning he would be driving though a corn field, leaving messages for a two hearted alien or putting one of the most hated dictators of the 20th century in the closet, but he had in fact done the first and was trying to do the second when he came across a an slight problem; the closet wasn't empty.

"Come on, Rory, what's the hold up?" shouted The Doctor, coming over.

"There's someone already in there," muttered Rory, calmly pointing aimlessly inside.

And indeed there was some one already inside, and this must have been the template that Hitler had wanted every one to be like, tall, broad shoulders, blonde hair and piecing blue eyes, dressed in a general's uniform, but the thing that he wouldn't want to be spread was what he was doing.

The blonde had his arms wrapped around a thin short brunette male with golden eyes wearing a bright blue uniform the blush that adorned both their cheeks, showing they been up to something.

"This is German occupied territory," snapped the blonde. Even with the TARIDS' translator, the German accent was still present. Then the door was slammed in their faces.

"So…now what?" asked Rory, looking between the door and The Doctor with shock.

"Time for the backup plan then, plan B or should that be plan S for sonic, or better yet plan SS. Yes, what better way to handle Hitler then with plan SS." And with that he pointed the sonic screwdriver in his direction, and Hitler collapsed on the floor.

"What happened?" asked Amy

"Oh don't worry, it's just a sleep induced algorithm. It should keep him out until this is all sorted," said The Doctor with a smile, popping the screwdriver back into his pocket.

"Why didn't you just do that in the first place?" Rory shouted at him.

"Where's the fun in that?" was the quick reply.

Some time later after all the noise had calmed down, the blonde from before was standing over the fallen Führer.

"Sir? Sir, are you feeling alright? Do you need medical attention?" asked the blonde gently, shaking the Führer shoulder.

"Ja, I am uninjured, but what in Gottes Namen happened in here?" snapped Hitler as he was helped up and looked around his office.

"My apologies, sir. There was an accident in training earlier. It took out your window and must have blown you across the room. You were lying here when I came in to check on you," answered the blonde, helping his Führer back to the chair behind his desk.

"Are you sure? I seem to remember a blue phone box smashing though it, and then a group of strange British people came out talking about how we were just as strange," muttered Hitler, rubbing his head.

"Sir, are you positive you don't want me to get your physician? You are saying some very unsettling things. If you were any one else, I would have called for the scientist already," asked the blonde.

"Ja, you are right. Maybe this is just minds way of telling me that we are ready for the war to reclaim our dignity," replied Hitler proudly.

"Of course mein, Führer," with a quick salute, the blonde turned and left.

"So, Ludwig, what did he say?" asked the brunette.

"He doesn't see to remember, Feliciano, but I think for now we need to stop this. He wouldn't hurt me. I am his ultra solider, but I know he wouldn't think twice about putting you in a prison. For now just be my ally," explained Ludwig, giving Feliciano a kiss on the forehead before pulling him into what might be their last hug in a while.

"Si my ally, Ti amo, non importa cosa," said Feliciano sadly.

"Ja, Ich liebe dich, egal was."