Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Warnings: Swearing, Violence

Chapter Rating: T

Ludwigs POV

Ludwig stepped out into the cold and surveryed the area with a cold stern face. The snow was coming down hard and he could hardly make out the outlines of some of the camp guards. He could feel eyes on him as he made his way over to a line of just arriving Jews. The guard there looked over at him and saluted. Ludwig nodded and his eyes shifted to a large form stalking around the line of Jews. The giant swunghis gun over his shoulder and spoke in Russian.

Ludwig frowned and realized who he was looking at. The large Russian was named Ivan. He had a reputation of being one of the harshest guards. Ludwig sighed and could hardly feel his face, he decided to go back inside his warm office. He trudged off when he heard someone shouting in German and he turned around on his heel to see one of the Jews trying to run. He had a knife and he was running right for Ludwig.

"Schnapp ihn dir!" Ludwig hollered over the wind. He was busy watching the man he saw his head suddenly smash as he was shot. He fell to the ground blood staining the snow. Ludwig looked to see who the shooter was and he saw the Russian with his gun. The man nodded at Ludwig and Ludwig swore under his breath.

Several men came over to see if there Commander was okay. He spoke quickly with each of them and they decided that he should take the rest of the day off. Ludwig frowned but didnt protest. Anything to get out of the cold. He started walking back and he realized that the Russian was no were to be found. He told one of the guards to send Ivan to his office if he saw him.

Ivan's POV

Ivan cracked his knuckles in the cold. He was used to it, being born in the Siberia but being out in the cold for hours on end was starting to take affect on him. He could hardly feel his fingers and he lost all feeling in his large nose. He adjusted his red arm band and frowned. How long had he been working for the Nazi's? It seemed like many years, but he knew it had to be only three years. He coughed and heard someone shout.

He saw a man break from the line. Ivan hissed and he saw that the Jew was running for one of the Germans. Ivan hardly had time to react and he swung his rifle of his shoulder and shot the man in the head. The Jew fell a few meters from the German. Ivan saw the man look at him and Ivan gave him a stiff nod. He noticed how musciler the German was, and his blue eyes darted to Ivan's violet ones. Ivan frowned and he left to leave the German to the other soilders.

Ivan was stomping his feet to keep them warm and he found himself thinking about the German he had seen. He wondered who he was...Ivan was lost in thought thinking about the mans strong looking arms and body. "Braginski!" Ivan blinked his eyes and found himself staring at one of the other Russian guards. "Commander Beilshmidt wants to talk to you." He said and Ivan blinked his eyes. "O-okay..." Ivan made his way to the camp office and he opened the door to find himself staring face to face with the man he had saved. Ivan's heart skipped a beat.

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