Roxas walked into a Slovakian house he was supposed to inspect for Jews in hiding. "I am General Kroftstein, but please, call me Roxas," he swiftly instructed the family as an introduction.

The oldest man quickly told the kids and his wife to go out into the backyard to play as to not see the scene that is going to play out.

"If I am correct, Mr. Baecker, your house is to be inspected for Jews in hiding only because you are suspected of harboring them. If you tell me where they are your family will no longer be harassed. If you deny that you are keeping them and they are found you will wish you were dead. Are we clear?" The Nazi general told them in in confidence as his eyes swept the room.

Mr. Baecker nodded swiftly before he started contemplating the decision with tears in his eyes. He spoke in english, "If I tell you, my family will be left alone?"

"That is indeed correct," replied Roxas in the same language, grinning with confidence.

He nodded and switched back to german, "There aren't any here, please leave," Mr. Baecker shook his head with tears streaming down his face as he pointed to the floorboards all around.

Roxas smiled, "Very well. I will send them in for a quick search." He waved for the soldiers to come in and pointed at the floor before they started shooting it, filling it with many holes. He smiled with satisfaction and said a quick, "Thank you, kind sir!"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of red, but it was too late. He was put into a headlock by a Jew with a fiery mane of red hair and eyes as green as the fresh grass outside.

"Let me go or I'll kill him," the redhead said, a snarl on his face and his roots showing dark brown.

Roxas coughed a swift, "Listen to him," for he didn't want to die. The other man was stronger than him, he hated to admit, and he couldn't find a way to break his grip. The blonde reached to grab his gun slowly but was stopped by a squeezing sensation.

"Touch it and you'll brake like a toothpick, you little Nazi bastard." the flaming haired man said as he backed out of the house, knowing that all of the firing squad was inside of the house.

Then he ran. He ran as fast as he could with the little Nazi hanging off his arm, his boots moving swiftly across the ground as to not be dragged. As he did so one of the firing squad shot at the tall red head, only managing to shoot some of the locks off his head before disappearing into the woords.. After what felt like hours the redhead slowed to a stop by a deep cave with a rock near the entrance.

Roxas was thrown into it and Axel dashed in, sealed the door, and light a torch as Roxas gagged and coughed in hope of filling his lungs with the appropriate amount of air.

The redhead took Roxas's weapon and turned him over, and started searching him. The only thing he had was the pistol. He was rather thorough and the blonde blushed as his little cock was cupped by the Jew.

"S-stop!" Roxas shouted and the man looked up at him with an eyebrow raised and his head cocked to one side as he paused for the moment. "What is your name?"

"Axel. And what I say, goes. You do not eat, sleep, or even sneeze without my okay. You will address me as sir and everything you say will begin and end with that. Got it memorized?" the flame-headed Jew informed the Nazi.

"Sir, yes sir," he sighed, frowning as he was finished being searched.

"Now strip. Don't give me that look, I don't want to risk anything. You can only keep your underwear on and that is it."

"Sir, yes sir," as soon as this was said, Roxas began to strip.

(A/N) I thought of this while watching Inglourious Basterds. Yeah, it kind of starts off a little like it, but I couldn't change it. :P