SO sorry it's been so long since I updated this, it's been so hard thinking of new chapters for Landa...but I finally thought of a second one *yay!* :D, hopefully it isn't too hard to understand the middle of it, if it is she's dreaming lol. R & R please!
Disclaimer - I still don't own any of the Inglourious Basterds characters, so sad :'(
I was crouching on the ground, my back against the wall, clutching my knees to my chest, and avoiding the ghastly men who were the one and only reason I was ever brought into this damn mess, I could hear them laughing in the distance, no doubt throwing in a few comments about me. I roll my eyes, attempting to cover their voices up by filling my mind with thoughts of seeing Hans Landa, my one and only love, again, and telling myself repeatedly that I would soon, until I hear loud footsteps stomping towards me.
I tilt my head up to find the last person I'd ever want to see standing before me, a half smoked cigarette between his fingers,
"What do you want?" I spit at my brother, oh how I hate calling him that, ever since he betrayed Germany and converted himself to the Jews, I think nothing of him. He taps the burnt tobacco to the ground, but he doesn't speak while he glares down at me darkly, "Well?" He takes a breath from his cigarette, before taking a seat beside me, I immediately shift away from him.
"Do you remember when we were little?" he asks me, the sudden sound of his voice makes me jump slightly, he chuckles quietly, and nudges my side gently,
"What about it?" I question, unemotionally,
"Do you remember how close we were? We used to spend nearly every minute together," he begins,
"Until you left us," I reply, giving him a glare of my own,
"...And we protected each other, I wouldn't let anything happen to you and you'd try to keep me safe," he continues, ignoring my remark,
"Do you have a point to all this?" I ask him, turning to face him to find him looking back at me sadly,
"That hasn't changed. For me at least..." he tells me,
"And...?"
"I've talked to the others, mainly Aldo and Donnie, they aren't going to do anything to you," he answers me,
"Well aren't I lucky?" I say, giving him a sarcastic smile, "if you don't remember, I'm not even meant to be here, I should be married by now." I cross my arms and slump back against the wall,
"Yes well..." he begins,
"Just go, go and spend time with your precious Basterds," I spit, cutting him off with a cold look.
He hesitates, and takes another breath of his cigarette, before slowly standing and leaving, he mumbles something quietly, I heard my name, but whatever he said had been too quiet for me to hear properly. I look down at the ground beside me, and brush the fallen tobacco further away from my feet, wondering how long I would be stuck here, until I will see Hans again, yet I wonder why it has taken this long for anyone to find me.
I brush my hair back and hold my head up against the wall, keeping my eyes closed tight, just hurry up and get here!
I crawl into the bed beside him, forcing his arms apart and getting in between them, grinning victoriously as I place a hand on the side of his face and kissing him on the lips, but it quickly fades to a frown when I see the distant, worried look in his eyes,
"What's wrong with you?" I question him, pulling away slightly,
"It's nothing..." he tells me, still looking distracted. I stare at him coldly before snapping, "No. Just tell me what's wrong, maybe I can help." He stares at me in thought for a moment before explaining,
"It's the Basterds. They've been too successful and it's all happening much too fast. The Fuhrer wants them taken care of as soon as possible..."
"Oh...that. Well, it's not like it can be solved easily. Do you have any ideas?" I pester out of boredom,
"None that would end well. But I was thinking, have you heard anything of them from Hugo?" At the mention of my brother's name I groan as I fall back onto the bed,
"No. And I don't wish to," I say through gritted teeth,
"Forgive me, meine lieb. One can only last so many nights before searching for any simple solution," I hear him mutter,
"Hmph. Yes well, don't worry about it. You'll think of something." I turn to my side and lay my head in the crook of his arm, hearing him smile and feeling his lips softly pressed against my forehead when I close my eyes.
I open my eyes, expecting to be curled up beside Hans, only to find myself laying on the ground of the Basterd's campsite covered by a man's jacket, Hugo probably put it over me during the night, I shiver slightly as I sit up and the cool morning breeze blows in my direction, and reluctantly slip the jacket on.
I hear soft snores nearby, and turn to see Hugo curled up on the ground at most 6 metres away. I bite my lip when his arms move around himself tighter, trying to keep himself warm, in his sleep, and slowly stand, feeling a small...strange feeling of sympathy I hadn't felt for him since we were children.
I move in front of him and remove his jacket, kneeling down and carefully cover him with it, he stirs a bit and his eyes open, seeing me staring down blankly at him. It reminds me when we were little and we would do anything to keep each other happy, the corner of my mouth rises a bit and we share a small crooked smile before I get up and leave him.