"Private Beilschmidt!"

At the sound of his name, the soldier set down the gun he was cleaning and stood up immediately, recognizing the voice all too well. His eyes darted around the tent, until meeting eyes with the voice's owner. "How may I help you sir?" he responded, keeping his stance perfectly firm as the soldier approached him. "No need to be so formal, Luddie!" The soldier grinned, slapping him on the back playfully. The Private flinched, hating that nickname with a passion. His name was Ludwig. Not Luddie. It sounded like a pet's name, for gods sake.

"This is a military camp. You rank above me. It's protocol." he shrugged off the others hand, but he did loosen his stance a bit. "What do you want?"

"Oh come on! Stop talking like a robot! Can't I just visit once in awhile?"

Ludwig sighed, slightly annoyed by the sheer volume of his brother's voice. Yes, he was related... Gilbert was his older brother, although he definitely didn't act like it. His looks also gave people the illusion that he was the little brother since he was about three inches shorter, and always had a goofy grin on his face unless he was actually focusing on his job. He was what people referred to as an albino, with snow white hair and extremely pale skin. The skin was a problem considering he was out in the sun most of the time. If he was outside for more than twenty minutes, he'd be as red his irises, though he never complained about it once.

"Unfortunately, I didn't come here just to strengthen our brotherly bond. We have an assignment for you." His voice went from the usual obnoxiously excited tone to a hardened, serious one. One perfect for a man of his rank. "We've captured who we believe to be a spy for the Allies. The general wants you to interrogate him."

The Allies. The name echoed through his head as he pieced together what his brother just said. "Where is he from?" he asked, now stiff with ill content. He hated being in charge of interrogations, but it was an order he was used to. He was considered the best when it came to getting information, and most of the time he didn't have to use force. Usually he was only taking to the average Ally soldier, but this time, it was an Allies were made up up six countries, but unlike the second World War, the Allies were made up of the Nations of: France, America, England, Japan, Spain, and Italy. He wasn't around for WW2, but he knew the history; and it didn't end well for Germany. The same questions echoed in his head ever since he was drafted; Was this war really necessary, and why was his country involved, knowing it could be yet another chaotic end for their country? It started out as a war between the USSR and America, so why were the Germans fighting? They still needed to recover for the first two wars!

In the end, their countries joined forces with the Russians, The group was like the Axis from the second world war, except this time the Soviet Union was the country reeking havoc. They didn't really have a name for their side; though they were frequently called 'The second Axis' They were a powerful ally , although it wasn't yet determined if it was stronger the the United States. Either way, the Allies had a stronger spy network than ever thought possible. They were increasingly hard to find. Which was why the information held by the informant was so valuable.

"He's from Italy. That's all we know.' Gilbert told him, "You're the only one who somewhat understands the language, so you've been put in charge."

Ludwig bit his lip, but nodded. He understood Italian fairly well, though he hardly remembered when he learnt it. His brother told him he learnt it from a childhood friend, but he couldn't remember them.

Without saying a word, Gilbert left the tent, obviously expecting him to follow.

Breathing in, Ludwig followed, hoping he wouldn't have to use force to get the information he needed. He hated unnecessary violence with a passion, though many would say this was a necessity.

The door to the darkened cell opened, enabling a beam of light to crawl into the room. This didn't bother most of the prisoners inside, since it was often when they came for someone. Everyone only turned away, all except for one. The newcomer , flinching as he realized with certainty that they came for him.

"Come

Lets see what you're hiding in that little head of yours." the Russian soldier grabbed the spies arm, yanking him to his feet. "Are you scared?"

He said nothing, though he did understand most of their Russian. It was a stupid question. He was scared ever since he was captured by the Germans. Everyone knew that once you got captured, the only way to escape was either by dying or selling out your own country. And he really didn't want to be marked a traitor.

"Captain. Assistance please..." another Russian joined them, a silver haired one with startling violet eyes. His grasp on his other arm wasn't rough, it was actually gentle. He could tell by his features that he was an experienced soldier from the scars covering his face, so it was quite a surprise that he was the kinder one. They pulled him through the camp, leading him towards a tent. Finally they reached it, and with a final push he walked inside with his head hanging down. His hands were cuffed, but that was only a small obstacle. He probably could bring down the captors...

Lei parla inglese?"

At the sound of his own language, the spies head shot up, meeting eyes with the rather large German. At first he was so shocked about his size, he neglected to answer. He heard the German clear his throat and quickly nodded. "Yes. I am fluent in both Italian and English."

"Great. I can't speak italian as well as I can understand it, and I don't feel like dealing with two languages at once." He stood up and pulled up a chair. "Please, Sit."

His eyes widened, noticing the astonishing way the other towered over him.

"Please. I'm not one to enjoy forcing one to do something, but I will if it is required."

"Very well..." the italian did as he said, sitting in the metal chair. He knew a threat when he heard one.

"

We're on the right track. would you mind telling me your name?"

he was surprised by his captors tone. It wasn't harsh at all. It was actually rather friendly.

"And why would you need to know that?" he managed, his own voice coming out as a sort of small growl.

"I can't just call you 'Mr. Spy' now, can I?" came his answer, his sky blue eyes sparkling slightly with amusement.

"It's Feliciano. But good luck trying to figure out my last name. That has nothing to do with this." the spy finally answered, not caring how discourteous he sounded,

"Well... Since my Italian pronunciation is frankly not the best, why don't I just call you Feli?"

Feli. That was a nickname he never thought he'd hear again. It sure brought back some memories...

"And what might be your name sir? I can't call you 'Mr. Killer'." at once Feliciano winced at his own stupidity. He wasn't good with sassy remarks,

"It's Ludwig. And my last name doesn't matter either."

"Ludwig..." he pronounced it for himself, not liking the 'v' syllable at all, "Since I'm stuck with a lame ass nickname, why not call you Luddie?"

This took the german aback, his face reddening slightly. "I'd rather you not..." He cleared his throat, maintaining eye contact awkwardly,

Feli grinned deviously. It made him uncomfortable. Good.

"Anyway, Mr. Feli. I'm not here to discuss nicknames with you. I assume you understand what I want from you?"

"Yes. You want information."

An awkward silence hung in the air for a few minutes before the soldier spoke again,

"So are you willing to share with us?" he asked, waiting patiently for an answer.

The brunette was quiet. He didn't really have much of a choice, did he? Death wasn't on his agenda anytime soon. He did have some ideas though. He didn't want to completely betray the Allies.

"With a few requests." Feliciano replied. "We can start talking tomorrow."

The spy watched with mild satisfaction as confusion swept across the mans face. He could tell what he was thinking; 'That was easy.'

Ludwig cleared his throat,"You realize you're in no condition to negotia-"

"Oh I believe I do. Now listen." he interrupted , crossing his arms and tapping his fingers impatiently against his forearm. "You are to be the one to question me. I wont tell anything to anyone else."

There was a nod of agreement, "is that it?"

"And I want a change of clothes. That includes my jacket. You can check it if you'd like, but your men already took away my fancy spy equipment." a sly grin appeared on his face, "I just like that jacket a lot."

"I think I can manage that request." Ludwig replied, though he was uncertain if his superiors would let that happen. He stood up, and the spy followed suit, "I'll get your clothes. And I'll make time tomorrow to see you."

he called something out in Russian, and the two men from before entered the tent,

"Well then. I will see you soon, Luddie dear..." Feliciano cooed, not flinching at he felt the guards grab his arms. The Italian smirked triumphantly when he saw irritation flash on the 'emotionless' soldiers face just before being dragged away.