I never, in my life, wanted to harm anybody. No matter what my superiors told me, no matter what the rest of the world and Germany told me, if I had a choice, violence would be wiped out, no man would kill another out of fear and hate, and the world would live in peace. Oh, and all would hail down to the Awesome Me.

But that was a different matter.

Despite only wanting peace and harmony and all that shit in the world, I'm a strict and faithful Nazi. I wake up every morning, eat breakfast, and travel to the concentration camp I work at-Warsaw, and kill innocent people in cold blood, work prisoners to death, and eat heathy meals while the inmates starve, till I'm allowed to come home once more.

It pains me beyond belief every day to do this. When I see those gray, pale, starving prisoners, I want to throw my gun down on the blood stained ground and quit, even though I know I'd face dire consequences, possibly death for betrayal. The Gestapo could very well lay their hands on me, but I know I'd be doing the right thing for the world.

I'm a Nazi because of my little brother. It's a desperate attempt to try and save him, to make sure Hitler doesn't get his hands on him. My brother Ludwig is gay, and I work at a concentration camp to make sure the Germans aren't suspicious of him. With me being a Nazi, they have no reason to suspect our family is doing anything wrong. I kill people every day, just so he can live with his Italian lover in peace.

I try to believe what Hitler and his followers tell me, I really do. I've read Mein Kampf several times over, desperately wanting to let the message soak in, wanting to become a true Nazi, and believe that Jews are filth, and the Germans are superior to any other race.

But it never works. At the end of the day, I'm just like the Jews and the gypsies and the homosexuals and the allies. I don't want any of this, and I pray the allies will win, that America will bomb Germany, and it will be all over.

Ludwig knows how I feel about being a Nazi, and tells me I should quit, that Feliciano, him, and I would go in hiding. He assures me it would work, but I don't believe him. My brother is just too good-hearted, and he would say that only so I could be spared from working at the concentration camp. I want Feliciano and him to stay free, so I bring myself to work here every single day. Just like today, a regular Tuesday.

I look up at the ashen sky, sighing. There's a new cart coming soon, and I'm on duty to segregate the prisoners.

That's the worst job. I despise having to look into the prisoner's eyes, to see their fear as I sort them into the group that will be killed. I hate hearing their shrieks as they're led away to the gas chambers, never to see the light of day again.

Yet I do it. I do it for Ludwig, for Feliciano, hoping and praying that one day this will all be over, and the Nazis and Hitler will be no more.

I hear the cart rolling in, breaking myself away from my sullen thoughts. Solemnly, I sort an old man into the unhealthy group, as well as a crying little girl, then come face to face with a handsome young man.

He's wearing tattered glasses, has slick dark brown hair, and has a beauty mark on his face. He stares at me with a cold expression, and since he looks fairly healthy, I decide to spare him.

"Name?" I asked in a monotone voice, looking down at my clipboard.

"Roderich Edelstein," he replied cooly, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Occupation?"

"Pianist."

I look up, raising my eyebrows. Here, we don't see too many pianists or musicians. I point to the group that has been chosen to be spared. "You'll stay with those prisoners. Three to a bunk, got it?"

He nods curtly, but not before saying, "I never wanted this," making his way over to the group and standing tall, unlike some of the other, more fearful prisoners.

I admire him saying that, for speaking up. He won't last long here, though. None of the brave ones do.

After I've finished sorting the prisoners, one of the other Nazis walks over to me. "You'll be in charge of that bunk," he says, pointing to Roderich's group. I nod and salute, and make my way over to them.

"Bunk 1493!" I shout, almost wincing at the harshness of my own voice. I grab a bin of uniforms, throwing it at them. "You will change into these clothes, then will make your way into your living quarters! You will be given a few hours of rest, then will be put to work! Any complaints?"

The lot of them was silent, the only noise the wind whistling through the buildings, signaling there were no complaints. There were probably hundreds of complaints, but they all went unspoken, in fear of punishment. "Alright, now change!" I commanded, leaning against the wall. I looked up to the sky as they changed, thinking about Feliciano's delicious pasta, (It really was heaven on earth) and soon they were done changing.

Roderich looked down at his clothes in disgust. "Do we seriously have to wear these?" he asked, frowning.

I tried not to be sympathetic-that was against Nazi rules, even though the uniforms really were gross. "Yes!" I clipped at him. I turned to the rest of the bunk, lifting my chin. "You will refer to me as Sergeant Beilschmidt, or Sergeant Awesome, if you must. Now, find a bunk!"

The prisoners scurried around, and in a moment, all of them had chosen a bunk, as well as two bunk-mates.

All of a sudden, I heard a voice rise above the others. "This is, like, totally not fashionable. Toris, don't you agree? These Nazi dudes need to, like, totally get an interior designer."

I raised an eyebrow. This prisoner seemed...interesting to say the least. I pointed to him, a blond that shared Roderich's bed with him, along with 'Toris.' "You! The one who said we need a designer! Hush!" I ordered.

"Even though I agree," I muttered. "Anyway, you will get three hours of rest, before you work. Is that clear?"

They all nodded, laying their head down to rest. I strode out of the bunk. Seeing my friend Elizaveta standing nearby, I walked over to her.

Elizaveta was a guard at the camp, since Nazis weren't allowed to be female. Eliza felt the same way as I did about Hitler and the Nazis, but she had a different reason to be one. She decided to become one to support her siblings, (Her parents were dead, and she was the oldest) as well as to keep me company.

"Hey, Lizzie," I greeted, throwing her a grin.

She rolled her eyes at me. "Any interesting prisoners today?"

I wondered if I should tell her about Roderich. After a moment of contemplating it, I decided to go ahead. "Yeah, there was one. He was a pianist, wore glasses, and seemed awfully brave, compared to the rest of them."

Out of nowhere, Elizaveta's pleasant expression turned to one of horror. "A pianist with glasses?" she asked, her voice uneven.

"Yeah," I said slowly. "Why does it matter?"

"What was his name?!" Elizaveta questioned desperately, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me.

I pried her hands off myself. "Roderich Edelstein. Why does it matter, Eliza?"

She collapsed into my arms. "Roddy is a long-time close friend of mine. Please tell me you saved him!"

I let out a breath. "I saved him," I assured Elizaveta, patting her back. "Is he a Jew?"

"No," she replied, standing up straight again.

I tilted my head. "Then why is he here? He doesn't seem like the type to be a gypsy or something."

Elizaveta shrugged. "I honestly don't know. He probably stood up to a Nazi or something."

I nodded. "Honestly, I applaud him for him if he did."

Elizaveta's face hardened. "We have to save him. Are you in charge of his bunk?"

"Yes."

"Do everything you can to spare his life, got it?"

I saluted. "Yes, ma'am!" I teased, ruffling Eliza's hair.

"I'm serious, Gilbert."

"So am I, Eliza. I swear I'll save him."

She looked down at her watch. "My shift is over. Goodbye, and don't forget our promise!"

"I won't!" I shouted to her now retreating back, and walked back to bunk 1493, entering it to see every prisoner fast asleep.

A/N: I've seen many WWII stories, yet none about Gilbert and Roderich. Oh, and despite what it may seem like, this story will not be PruHun or AusHun. Elizaveta will only be a supporting character.

Review, please! Should I continue this? Should I not? Whatever you opinion is, I'd love to hear it. ^.^