Here's chapter 2!~
Feliciano pov:
I woke up with a splitting headache. I touched my head and winced. I looked at my hand and my heart skipped a beat. There was blood on it. At first, I thought this was all a dream. I would wake up on my bed, go downstairs, eat with my family and go to school. Everything would be as it always was. But then, I felt shaking. I looked at my surroundings and saw that I was not at home but in a moving train. Panic set in and I remembered everything that had happened.
"C-ciao. Do you know where we are going?" I asked a seemingly nice Japanese man.
"…..Yes. Since we are slaves, we are going to Buchenwald concentration camp. It doesn't matter what religion we practice, we're going to have to work. I hear this is a special camp though. We get to keep our hair and we get cared for a little better than Jews," the Japanese man said. "I am Kiku, by the way. Who are you?"
"Feliciano," I responded dully. "I'm a slave now? What's going to happen to me from now on?" I asked my new friend.
"Just do what you are told and you should have no problem," Kiku went up to me and wiped some new forming tears out of my eyes. "You will be fine, Feliciano-kun. Don't cry," Kiku smiled at me and I smiled back half-heartedly.
"Kiku, how long have I been out?" I asked turning away, not wanting to know.
"For about nine hours. You must have been through a lot. Did you hurt your head?" Kiku looked concerned.
"Oh, um…yeah. A police officer knocked me out," I replied and touched my head again. I could feel the big swelling bump on my head. How I wanted to wake up from this horrible nightmare. The moving train stopped and I stood up, ready to face my fate. I extended my hand out for Kiku and he gladly accepted it. I could see the bruises on his arm and I wondered what he had gone through. He thanked me and we walked together off the train.
As we were standing in line for the camp, my nerves calmed down a bit. In Germany, the sky seemed never ending and the sun was just coming out. It must have been early in the morning. I looked around me and saw a huge brown clock tower, surrounded by mini cabins, which I guessed the slaves lived in. The tower loomed over everything in sight. It was seven in the morning. There was one thing that caught my eye in the camp however. To make sure no one could escape, there was a really big electric fence around the whole place. I stared at everything like a little kid, taking in the whole camp, trying to memorize it. I swore to myself at that moment that I would get out somehow.
Our line was escorted to a tent at the edge of the camp and I could hear muffled screams coming from the inside. A slave walked out and I caught a glimpse of his arm. It was bleeding with the number 89 on it. Pretty soon, I was next in line and heard someone yell, "Kid," so I walked up to them. The man seemed very mean and irritated. He roughly grabbed my arm and put a needle in it. I yelped and gritted my teeth while the searing pain was increasing. He was fast though and in a few minutes, he was done with me and went on to Kiku's arm.
I looked at the bloody tattoo and saw that my number in this place was 104. Kiku was next to me panting and I saw the fear in his eyes. After hearing many more screams from people getting tattoos, we moved to the center of the camp. They made us line up in rows of ten.
A Nazi soldier was standing in front of everyone, on a podium. He had a long list of paper and was calling out numbers for roll call.
"Number 65," he called out and a random person answered, "Here."
He kept calling out numbers until it was my turn. "Number 104," he said and I responded, "Here!" I instinctively rose up my hand and smiled.
The soldier stopped for a second and gave me a dirty look. He muttered something in German and called the next number. After Kiku confirmed he was here, the soldier gave us orders.
"Numbers 75 to 105; you good-for-nothings will be digging trenches. Go find a shovel if you can and hurry up! You have 8 minutes to start working. Being even a second late will result in death," Our "Lieutenant" as he told us to call him, shouted. He walked away to his tent after he dismissed us.
"Hayaku, Feliciano-kun. We must hurry," Kiku said as he got a head start in running to get our tools. "Aaah! Wait, I'm coming too!" I called back, whining. I ran after him like the British were coming.
Gilbert's POV
The awesome me was sitting on my bed, listening to old music and just being bored. There's not much to do when you're rich and your dad runs a concentration camp. Maybe I could mess with my servants today, I thought to myself. I heard a knock on my door and told whoever it was to come in. My butler, Matthew, bowed down and said my father wanted to see me.
"Come here Matthew," I commanded. My Canadian quickly approached me and asked what was wrong. Feeling mischievous, I kissed his check and he turned bright red. Laughing a little, I patted his head and purposely touched his curl. He tried to stifle a moan. I walked away with a smirk on my face, leaving him hanging and went to find my father.
I walked into his work room and leaned across the wall, with my arms crossed. He looked as good as usual. He had blonde hair which was pushed back and he had this mean gleam in his light blue eyes. My old man was plotting something and that wasn't good. His hands were on his face, and you could see his muscles through his black tank top.
"Hey pops, what's up? You need me for something?" My family never got along too well, so we stayed out of the way for the most part.
"Hello, son. I need you to go on a little mission for me. I want you to go and check on things at my concentration camp in Buchenwald. I'll be away for a week on business. Do whatever you want with the slaves and Jews." My father waved his hand and dismissed me. I reluctantly agreed and left. He knows I don't want anything to do with his work. I cursed him out in my mind and walked back up to my room to pack for my "trip".
After the long two hours of sitting in my car, my driver finally got to the camp. He opened my door and I got out. I stretched happily and yawned.
"Let's get this over with," I said and walked towards beginning of the hell hole. I hated seeing people in misery, deep down inside. My father on the other hand enjoys it; the sick bastard. He likes seeing me in pain too, which is the only reason why he made me go here to inspect this place.
As I walked to find the general in charge of the camp, I saw a small crowd and guards beating down on this one Jew. The poor kid looked about only ten years old. I heard a man with blonde hair in the crowd, yell, "Peter". He kept begging the guards to stop, only to get hit himself. I quickened my pace and held my head down. There were so much screaming and painful sounds here. All of a sudden, I got rammed in to and I fell down on the ground.
"Hey, what the hell man?" I raised my voice and looked at the man who knocked me down. He was also on the ground and was holding his head.
"Oh, I am so sorry! Mi dispiace!" The guy kept apologizing and he was crying. I suddenly felt guilty.
"N-no! Don't be sad! It was my fault too," I tried to say, blushing. I noticed that he was Italian and that he looked pretty cute. He had short reddish-brown hair and a strange looking curl on his head. I had the urge to touch it but I contained myself. Still, I automatically felt attracted to him. I guess i hit my head too hard; I was not gay. The awesome me does not go for boys! I kept trying to think that while looking into the smaller guy's eyes.
"What's your name, kid?" I asked and inwardly cursed at myself. The words were slipping out on its own.
"F-feliciano. Feliciano Vargas. What's yours?" His mouth curved upward into a smile.
"I'm the awesome Gilbert! Gilbert Beilschmidt at your service," I said, pointing at myself and laughed a little. I looked around me and saw that my driver, Vash, had already gone ahead of me, trying to find the general. I didn't care at the moment.
"Hey, why are you here? You don't look Jewish," I asked him.
"Vee~ I'm not. I became a slave just yesterday. Kiku said that this place is for slaves and Jews. My family needed to survive because we have barely any money, so they sold me." Feliciano looked so sad when he was talking about his family. I got on my knees and hugged him tight, whispering to him that I was sorry. Feliciano looked confused for a moment but accepted my hug. A good idea came to me while I was hugging that kid. I knew that a rich boy and a slave couldn't be together; but just maybe.
"Meet me at the gate behind your cabin, at midnight ok? It's over there right?" I asked, pointing to the cabin closest to the beginning of the camp.
"Yeah, it is," Feliciano said and nodded. "Ok, I will Gilbert! I'll see you tonight then. I have to go now for work. Ciao!" The Italian ran off in the other direction, waving to me.
"Bis nachher Feli," I said in a small voice. The way he said my name was just the cutest thing. I now walked back to my car, anxiously awaiting tonight. All I could think about then, was my little Italian. Vash was gonna have my ass for not going to see the general, but frankly I didn't give a shit.
- Italian - Mi dispiace = im sorry
German - Bis nachher = See you later
I suck at researching….forgive me. Even though I procrastinate, I'll try to update faster for the next chapter. Please R&R :D
Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia.