A/N: Grundschule, Mittelschule and Realgymnasium are the terms for the levels of schooling in Nazi Germany. I will use some German in this story. Please review, this was a spontaneous idea. See ya later!

The year is 1942. WWII is in full swing. My name is Peeta Mellark, I am a Nazi soldier. I am 18 years old, and I joined the Nazis to make my mother proud. My father is a wealthy baker, and my mother is a teacher. I have been stationed at Niederhagen concentration camp in Germany. I work under Cato Saxon, a British defector. He is completely brutal. Rumor has it that he'll take Jewish girls into his tent, but rumors are rumors. He'll beat anyone who defies him, including his own men. I have been completely loyal to him, but in secret I try to help the Jewish he treats worst. I'll bandage them, clothe them, or even feed them.

I don't enjoy torturing them, but I see why we do it. Because Hitler says so. Hitler is our leader, we must follow his example. I must say, Hitler declaring us Aryans superior to Jews is a little weird- first, considering that Judaism is a religion, while Aryan an ethnicity. If, for example, he said we were better than the Turks, that's different. That's another ethnicity, but Jews are not. I have no problem, though, knowing that I'm doing the right thing. That is, following the law.

I always follow the law. I like having a strict rule system, it eases my mind. Plus, I don't like spontaneous events. General Saxon has allowed us to claim as many Jews as we wish. I think he claimed a small girl once, by the name of Clove. I don't know what's happened to her since. I room with two fellow soldiers, Marvel and Finnick. Finnick is a Swedish defector, and Marvel is from my hometown of Berlin. We actually went to Grundschule and Mittelschule together.

Marvel's parents are family friends, so we've been close all of my life. We share a secret dislike of the brutality of all of this. I've known Finnick for almost two years. I joined the cause at 16, not finishing school. Finnick was in my training group. We grew close, but not as close as Marvel. I'd consider Marvel my best friend. Marvel, Finnick and I are all on guard duty today. Marvel and I are overseeing the newest shipment. "So, Sergeant Mellark. See anything you like?" asks a low, male voice.

It is General Saxon, standing behind me with a sadistic grin. I scan the newest shipment. Nothing catches my eye. Marvel does see something, though, so he speaks up. "Sir, I'd like the blonde one, over there." He points.

"Very well, Sergeant Heitzig. I'll go grab it."

I almost threw up in my mouth. He talks about them like they are objects, not people. But Marvel gives me a knowing glare, warning me not to act up. So I don't. My life is not in danger here, after all. General Saxon returns with the girl. She must be no older than 18, my age. "Very well. Sergeants Odair, Heitzig and Mellark may go home. Everyone else, back to your posts."

We all drive in a car, with Finnick driving and marvel in the passenger seat. I sit in the back, with the girl. I try to soothe her, but she resists. When we get home, and walk in the door, we have her sit down at the table with Marvel and I. Finnick goes to take a nap. "Please, tell me your name." asks Marvel.

"Glimmer Abram." She whispers, Marvel does not here, but I do.

"What was that?" he asks gently.

I see the fear in her eyes, so I answer for her. "She said her name is Glimmer Abram."

He looks at me. "Thank you, Peeta. Well, Glimmer; I want you to know that I am not going to hurt you. In fact, I'm here to help you. But you have to understand, you cannot leave, not for a little bit at least. Probably a month, at the very least, I expect. But I picked you so you could be safe from those horrid Nazi's."

"But aren't you a Nazi?"

"We aren't like the rest; we want to help you escape." I explain.

"Or, you could stay with us, if you like. Help us help you help your people."

"I think I'll… stay." She answers.

I could kiss her. She's going to stay? Now we can help the Jews. "You'll need to ease them into society, and do some household tasks here."

"I can manage that."

"You'll need to be able to defend yourself, if an attacker comes…"

She stood up, grabbed marvel by the wrist and flipped him over. "I think I can defend myself fine already."

"I like her."

The next shipment was on Friday, at 5:00. I was stationed with Finnick. "Sergeant Mellark, see anything you like?"

I look through the crowd. I see nothing- no one that catches my attention. Then I see her. She has her brown hair in one braid, to the side. Katniss Everdeen, a girl I know from Berlin. I had the biggest crush on her in our Realgymnasium. "The girl with the braid, sir."

"I'll go get it."

"Her, sir."

"Sorry?"

"She's not an it."

"Whatever."

He went to go grab her. She came over, and looked at me. I saw recognition in her face, followed by anger. "Wait! General Saxon!"

"Not happy with her?" He said her as if it was an insult.

"No, sir. I'd like her younger sister as well- the blonde one with the untucked shirt."

Katniss looked at me with pure shock. "Into some kinky stuff, eh Mellark?"

I growl at him. "Whatever."

He brings her over, and Katniss hugs her. "Sergeant Mellark, go, NOW!"

I glare at him and leave. When we arrive, Marvel and Finnick are leaving. "Katniss?" says Marvel.

But Finnick drags him out the door, and I am greeted by Glimmer. "Guten tag, Peeta!"

I smile at Glimmer. "Ms. Abram, this is my old friend Katniss. I have saved her."

"Will she be staying long?"

"I'm not sure- patrols are heavy this month. She and her sister may have to wait out the month."

"What are you talking about?" asks Katniss.

"Katniss, I'm here to save you. I saw you, and recognized you. You are our first save, well, besides Glimmer here."

"She's not German?"

"No, she's Jewish, like you. She has lived in Germany her whole life, though."

"Peeta, shall I show them to their room?"

"Show Prim, I'd like to talk to Katniss."

"Yes, Peeta." Glimmer took Prim to her room.

"Katniss, it's good to see you."

"Peeta, what happened to you? Why are you with them?"

"To make my mother proud."

"Your mother? Your mother beat you! Everyone knows that!"

"I know, but-"

"No, that isn't right."

"Well, it's the truth. How have you been, Katniss?"

"Better, now that I'm not in the concentration camps."

"I know. I can't stand the way they treat you."

"Then why not stand up about it?"

"I'd like to live, besides, I can still help people this way. In one month's time, you will either leave, or you will stay. Your sister does not have that option. She's 12, I will not let her stay and help. You, however, are 18, so you could stay and help, if you chose."

"I'll leave with my sister."

"Alright."

"Alright? Aren't you going to beat me or something to get your way?"

"No, it's your choice. I only wanted you to stay because… because… I had the biggest crush on you for a while. I love you, Katniss. That's why you have a choice."

"So if you didn't love me, I'd be forced to stay?" her face is animalistic.

"No. I wouldn't let you stay if I didn't love you."

"How are you going to sneak me out without Marvel or that other guy noticing."

"So, you do remember Marvel. Well, Marvel's in on it. We can kill Finnick if necessary."

"Alright… you know what? I'll stay."

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