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Alfred let Arthur sleep through the night. He got him up early the next morning, as the first light of the sun was visible over the horizon. "Let's get moving." He told him gently.

Arthur complained, muttering to himself, but that was until the little bird started to chirp. It was hungry. Arthur fed it with what he could, speaking softly to it. Alfred smiled, softening a little, before urging him to get a move on. He was tired himself, but he knew they had to keep moving. He eventually made Arthur get going.

However, after days of only seeing Alfred, Arthur was beginning to get stir crazy…and suspicious.

"What the hell is this?" He asked irritably one day. Alfred grumbled, giving him a sideways glance.

"It's war." He was toneless. "Everyone's heading to Berlin. I'm just trying to get back to the last place I knew the American army was."

"I cannot believe that every last person is gone." He muttered. Alfred looked to the sky, asking, no, begging for patience.

"I've been purposefully avoiding the cities." He admitted.

"But…why?" Arthur sounded ready to explode at that. "Why don't we go into them?"

"Because, Nazis." Alfred snippily replied.

"And who the hell are they?" Arthur sneered.

"They're the German army." Alfred sighed again.

Arthur was silent for a bit, stewing. "They couldn't be that bad…" He muttered. "We're in Germany."

"They're actually the scum of the earth." Alfred again gave him a sideways glance.

"That's plenty vague." Arthur snapped.

"No, it's not that I'm being vague, what they've done to humanity is literally so terrible, that I don't even want to talk about them." Alfred muttered.

Arthur stared him down, obviously having a hard time believing. "Whatever you say," he mumbled. "I'm the one with memory loss." Alfred sighed. He kept up the trek, but Arthur had his doubts. Arthur was just going to stick close to this guy, anyway. Sounded American. He could trust an American...

They came up on a city, and Alfred headed the other way.

He could trust him...right?

Arthur frowned. They were running low on rations. It wouldn't be hard at all to dodge into the city and sneak off with some food, right? The poor bird was hungry. But when he suggested this to Alfred, the nurse told him no right away.

Arthur grumbled. His wound was healed enough that he was confident he could go it alone. And he was starving.

Before Alfred knew it, Arthur was missing.

Alfred dodged in after him, cursing. Stupid man.

The city was swarming with SS. Arthur was nowhere to be found. Alfred, completely untrained, was quickly caught and brought to him. Arthur had been nabbed while trying to take off with some stale bread. He was desperately trying to hide the baby bird in his pocket.

Alfred was brought into the cell with Arthur, glaring at him. He mouthed the word stupid at him when the guards were gone.

Arthur glared back. The bird chirped weakly, and Arthur panickedly shushed it.

After a few minutes of them being alone in their cell, Alfred bit his head off. "They're going to torture us, then they're going to kill us." He growled lowly.

Arthur winced. "Will you not?" he asked, irritated. "The baby.."

Alfred grumbled. "You're the one who didn't listen to me."

"I didn't think they would be so.. alert," he muttered. "More than I counted on." Arthur looked uncertain. When the officer came around again, Arthur didn't speak. The officer regarded him with contempt.

Alfred rubbed his forehead. At least he had hid their supplies.

"This little bird is going to starve," Arthur mumbled. The baby bird was crying in hunger.

Alfred looked strained. "You did this. It's on you."

Arthur bit his lip. "They won't really kill us.. will they?"

"They will." He said, accepting it.

"What? Then... we've got to escape... we've just got to..." Arthur trailed off, looking to Alfred for hope.

"There is no escape. The SS have us. They're going to torture us, and kill us." Alfred laughed without humor.

Arthur paled. "H-hey, don't talk like that..."

Alfred glared. "I told you."

Arthur shook his head. "But.. we can't die here. That's ridiculous..."

Alfred sighed. "Accept it." There was no hope. Not even in being found before their inevitable death.

"No!" Arthur stood, clutching the small bird close. "What's the matter with you? What happened to your spirit?"

"It died when I saw what they did in those camps." He growled, glaring.

"C...camps..?" Arthur looked frightened.

Alfred nodded. "They trap people like animals, kill them en masse...if they're lucky."

"I.. I don't believe you," Arthur said with some hesitation. "In the middle of the 20th century..."

Alfred closed his eyes, leaning back. "Just wait until they start on us." He muttered.

Arthur went pale again. He sat. "You had so much spirit when we were outside..."

Alfred glared. "Until the guy I saved basically told me I was wrong about everything and a lier and got us both caught."

Arthur looked the other way. "At least we should make an effort to escape."

Alfred shook his head. "That'll make it all the worse."

"Come on," Arthur muttered. When rations came around, Arthur tried to get the baby to eat, but without a syringe it was useless.

Alfred had one, that he had brought in his pocket. "There. I thought this could happen."

Arthur fed the baby some gruel. He kissed it gently and tucked it into his pocket once again.

Alfred sighed. "I'm sorry I couldn't stop you."

"It's alright," Arthur said. "I suppose I was foolish."

Alfred nodded, eating what was left of his rations. "Damn right."

"Sorry..." The amnesiac smiled weakly.

Alfred sighed.

He was taken first.

Arthur waited alone in his cell, scared. The little bird had grown into a bluebird adolescent, and Arthur found he was harder and harder to hide.

Alfred came back mangled. He was barely recognizable. When Arthur first saw him, he couldn't look away. "Oh.. my god..."

He didn't move after they threw him in. "Al..Alfred..?" Arthur reached for him, scared. Alfred groaned weakly, before they told Arthur to get up. The bird. Arthur tried to hide it from them, frightened, but it was too late. Its little blue head poked out from Arthur's pocket.

They didn't have the heart to kill a baby bird. They let it go into the wild.

Arthur watched as it left him. As they dragged him away, he wondered how it would survive.

He was sent back just as mangled, many of his wounds reopened. It had been a horrible experience, especially for one with the mind and memories of an 18 year old. He was weakly crying when they dumped him in.

Alfred was up, and moving around some. He got close to Arthur, trying to comfrot them both. Arthur was cut all over, acid poured into his wounds. "D-doctor.. ugh..." Alfred nuzzled him, and they fell asleep like that.

It was going to be a long night. Arthur awoke many times in pain and fear. The bird... the torture.. "Alfred.." Arthur murmured, wondering what had happened. Alfred didn't make much noise other than weak whimpers.

The next morning, it was Arthur's turn again. Alfred didn't make much noise other than weak whimpers.

Arthur groaned as they hoisted him up. This time, they broke his fingers as they interrogated him. Of course, Arthur knew nothing.

By the time they threw him back, Alfred hadn't moved from the time he had been left there.

Arthur collapsed next to him, covered in cuts and bruises. He had been stripped down.

Alfred reached out weakly to him to take his hand.

Arthur's eyes had been dulled. He didn't respond.

They had been determined to be useless. They were to be shot and killed. Alfred closed his eyes, and let himself pass out from blood loss as the first shot rang out.

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