A/N: I was thinking of what kind of story to do since my in-progress story is about to end, and well, I have always had a fascination about the World Wars, especially the second one. This is, obviously, extremely AU but I am doing this for two reasons.

The first being, my best friend is Jewish. Though she has no known familial ties to the Holocaust, it is still an incredibly important time period in her religion's history. So I really wanted to write this because it directly relates to my best friend, Stephanie (waitingFORthePERFECTsong9092) which I think is pretty cool inspiration why to write something. And as I am sure almost everyone knows, James Maslow is Jewish, so I guess this is kinda for him too!

The second being, I am always trying to write out of my comfort zone. History was never a strong point in my academic years, but I always enjoyed reading about the wars. If any of you see errors in my facts, please point them out to me. I am trying to be really factual about this story, but it will be a little hard.

To prepare, I actually watched the "Schindler's List" as a sort of research. It was heart breaking, and I will admit that there was two scenes I closed my eyes, but I walked away from the movie changed. Seriously, it is extremely graphic and hard to understand at times, but it is truly amazing. Wow is all I can say!

Well, after that long ass authors note, I will give my disclaimer: I do not own BTR or anything that goes along with it!

THIS FIC IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART! IF YOU CAN NOT READ INTENSE FICS, LEAVE OR FOREVER HOLD YOUR PEACE!

Verbotene Liebe

Prolouge:

Circa 1939, World War II. The Jewish religion had been deemed haneous and a crime to be so by Adolf Hitler. Nazi Germany decreed that all people of this religion were to be relocated into camps where they were forced into payless labor. Most were either shot, gased, tortured, among other cruel and heartless methods. It didn't matter if you were man, woman, or child, you were treated the same (besides the fact that most women were violated before they were killed).

This is the story of two boys, one a Nazi soldier, the other a Jew, and their journey through this horrible time period, and how they found something that no one else did...Verbotene Liebe.

Chapter 1:

James trudged through the mud that felt as though it was knee deep, carrying a heavy sack of something; he had no idea what it was, he was just told to carry it. He had learned to not ask questions; he had seen where it got you. Some were tortured, kicked around, but the favorite course of action from the soldiers seemed to be a bullet through the skull. He honestly couldn't even guess as to how many innocent people he saw crumple to the ground, their eyes drained of life and crimson blood literally fountain from of the forehead. He had never gotten used to the sight. It still wrenched his stomach forcing the contents up to his mouth. He had only ever vomited at the sight once...the first time he saw it. He just forced it down every time after. He hoped he would never get used to it.

There was one thing he had in his favor. Most people here died because they tired from the work level and would collapse from exhaustion which lead to their demise. But James was strong, healthy and fit. Before being brought to this hell hole, he lived with a wealthy family in Berlin, the Mitchell's, working as their stable boy and horse trainer. When his parents died of scarlet fever when he was young boy, his neighbors took him in as just a farm hand, but it wound up that they pretty much adopted him as their own son. Moral of the story, he was used to physical labor, between mucking out horse stalls, training and riding them everyday, and just galavanting with his adopted family's son, Logan. Logan and James were best friends, and had been since they met, though polar opposites. James had always been big for his age, whereas Logan was always on the smaller side. Logan was extremely smart academically, while James had more street smarts. They meshed well nonetheless, and they told eachother everything. Logan was the only one that knew James' deepest secret. James is gay. To say this was scandalous was an understatement, which is why James had never breathed a word of it to anyone else but his best friend. Logan had been a little weird about it at first, but soon after accepted it about him, which lead to him teasing James about it mercilessly. James always acted offended about it, but they both knew that he wasn't and it did him good for it to just be acknowleged.

"Move it along!" A Nazi yelled at him, pointing his pistol at him to scare him into submission. James picked up the pace, shouldering the sack higher, getting through the mud as quickly as he could. He knew not to act his usual back-talking self, because he had seen people get shot for much less than an eyeroll. He was pretty much left alone by the soldiers, but he also knew people get killed randomly. Some might say that he should just let himself be shot, to get out of this misery, but he had hope that this war was going to end, and he was going to be set free. He daydreamed about it, how i would feel to step out of this camp a free man. He could practically taste the freedom he wanted it so bad.

He made it to his destination, throwing down the sack with the others, taking just a second to adjust the muscles and bones in his back, jarred from the heavy load he carried. He turned around and saw a soldier staring at him about twenty feet away. He had longish blonde hair, rather large eyebrows, bottle green eyes, and an expression that screamed, "I don't want to be here!" They just stood there for a moment, staring at one another, and James couldn't help but be taken back by how handsome he was. He wasn't supposed to make eye contact with the soldiers, but he couldn't tear his gaze away. And Blondie's didn't seem to be budging either.

"What's your name?" He called out quietly, as for the others not to hear.

"James." The brunette choked out in fear.

"I'm Kendall."

James nodded, smiled slightly, and hurridly walked away. He didn't know if his kindess was just a regime for James to open up to him, then kill him because it was his sick, twisted game.

"Wait!" Kendall shouted after him. James didn't turn around, not caring if he got shot because of it, it was better than dying because you trusted someone. But no gunshot fired.

Everything was silent.

James peeked over his shoulder, seeing that Kendall still stood there looking almost longingly after him.

No, this couldn't be right.

James knew that it was all in his imagination.

A/N: Now, I must say, their last names aren't very...believeable, to say the least, for Germany. But, what can I do? You all will have to grin and bear it if it bothers you! Feedback would be greatly appreciated!