I woke up at about seven in the morning to the sound of someone singing absent-mindedly in some language beyond my comprehension. Looking behind me, I saw Ms. Maserati getting dressed and quickly looked away. Then, she placed a hand on my shoulder, "Mr. Braginski, would you mind helping me with my epaulets?" She asked, a little too kindly for a Nazi, in my mind.

I shrugged and got up, realising how tall she was. Which only added to her attractiveness. I helped her with a lot of the little 'accessories' that were meant to go on her uniform. At one point, while pinning on a medal, I touched her breast. Accidentally, of course, but she blushed and pushed my hand out of the way. Ms. Maserati seemed to be finished with that and went to her meticulous hair routine. I sat on her bed and looked at the ground, "So...I was wondering, how did such a one as you get caught up in this mess...?" I inquired.

She stopped brushing her hair for a moment to think, "My brother...is...an idiot. To be polite," the hair brushing resumed, "When war was in tension, he had a treaty with Ludw- I mean, Germany. It counted for the whole country...auxiliary islands included. And I was appointed commander of the eastern front, because I was more resourceful than my siblings...seeming...as I am the eldest..."

I nodded and watched her, "So, your brother is Italy?"

She slammed the brush down on the table and turned to face me, "You're just figuring that out, idiot?" She snarled, her eyes full of fire.

I nodded timidly, scared again by this woman's ferocity. "So that means...you must be...uhh..." I was stumped.

"Sicily. I'm Sicily. And I don't want to be here at all." She told me flatly, returning to her hair brushing.

I noticed how stressed she was and walked over to her, taking the hairbrush from her hands and brushing her hair for her, "I understand...I don't want to be here either. Maybe we could run from the fight together?"

She sat up straight at that idea, "'Tis brilliant. But, together, you say? Why together?"

I brushed through the last section of hair and smiled, "Because I like you, General."

She rolled her eyes, "Oh...person...whose name I cannot recall."

"It's Ivan...and may I have the pleasure of knowing yours?" I asked politely, setting my hand on hers.

"Romana..." She replied, turning her hand over and intertwining our fingers.

I smiled gently, it had been a while since someone had held my hand like this. And it felt divine. I never wanted her to let go, but someone knocked on the door and called for Romana. She stood up and kissed me on the cheek before leaving.

Since I was detained, no fighting happened at our location. I could imagine the chaos at my camp. A missing CO was rather serious. But it was well worth it, I had met a beautiful woman and if I was correct, she was starting to fall head over heels for me. I had already done that for her. Anyways, it was a nice day out, in a contrast to what was going on. It would've been nice to go outside but I was stuck in a tent. Such is the life of a captive. Since Romana was out, I decided to look in her stuff. I assume it was bad, but whatever. Some of the...products that I found were odd. Then, as I was reorganising her bag she opened the door and glared down at me. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She cried, slamming the door and blushing.

"I-I...I was seeing what supplies you had for our escape!" I said quietly, to make sure no-one heard me.

Romana eyed me suspiciously, then gave in, "Fine..."She said passively, laying on her bed.

I sat on the edge of the bed, "I stopped when I noticed it was your personal things...I'm sorry..." I sighed.

Suddenly, I felt her embrace me from behind, resting her head on my shoulder. I simply stroked her hair gently. "Let's go tonight...and forget all of this..."Romana said quietly, a slight frown on her face.

I gasped a little, "But...it's so soon..."

She held me tighter and buried her face in the crook of my neck, "I don't care..." Romana muttered.

I turned and kissed her forehead, in small comfort. "Then grab whatever is valuable to you...and we'll go."

She hopped up and opened her trunk, folding a sequined dress very carefully, then put it into a backpack, along with some jewelry and an ivory hairbrush. "We'll have to change...we can't be wearing military uniforms out in the wilderness." She stated, starting to take her jacket off.

I shrugged mine off as well. Romana looked at me for a moment, then walked over and took my tie off, untucked my shirt and messed up my hair."Now you just look like a civilian. That's good." She said, looking me over.

"Well, you still look military." I said with a smirk.

Taking her by her waist, I took her tie off and untucked her shirt. But I couldn't bring myself to mess up her hair. So I started to unbutton her shirt and she blushed. I stopped, "Sorry..." I sighed softly, kissing the top of her head when I drew her in closer.

Romana shook her head and pushed me away a little, "So! S-shall we go?" She said, a note of uncertainty in her voice.

I looked at the activity outside and nodded, "This is the opportune moment, my lo-" Stopping myself I turned back to Romana, "Yes."

She smiled gently and slung the supply pack over her shoulder, "Then let's go."

We crept away from the camp and ran. Together.