Next chapter's up! It took a little longer than expected, but i've been busy! I may not be posting for a while because i am currently rewriting this for the third time. But to each his own.

Not much else to say, so enjoy!

"I don't know if this is such a good idea, Feliks,"

I led Toris through the forest toward the house. The clothes I gave him fit him, like, perfectly and after finger combing his slightly greasy hair, Toris looked like an ordinary, not Jewish, 9-year-old boy. But he was nervous. He'd never lived so close to Germans and he was worried he'd get caught.

When we got to the house, we crept through the gate and stole away into the house. I hid him in a closet I found in my room. The door blended in with the wall, so my family wouldn't find it, or him.

"Is this, like, okay?" I asked.

"It will be fine," Toris said. "Feliks, I'm kinda scared. What if the soldiers find me and take me back?"

We thought for a minute. Then Toris said. "Wait, you can take this to remember me by!" Toris took off the necklace he was wearing and gave it to me.

"Twoje gwiazdą Dawida," I said. Toris had this star of David necklace he'd worn since he was little, he had told me. The six pointed star symbolized the fact he was a Jew.

"Here," I went over and got a unicorn charm I was going to use for a necklace. "You can take this to remember me by,"

"Ačiū," We smiled at each other and clutched the charms. Then my mom called me downstairs and Toris hid.

Toris managed to stay unnoticed at my house for the rest of the winter.

Well, not completely unnoticed. Once when I was playing checkers with Toris, Aleksandra came in and saw him. As soon as that happened, I quick grabbed her hand and dragged her into the hall.

"You're hiding a Jew?" She whisper-yelled.

"Yes, please don't tell Mom and Dad," I said.

"But, Jews are evil," Aleksandra stressed.

"But this one's really nice. Please, please don't tell?" I pleaded.

My now 7 year old sister stared at me for a while, and then she said. "Alright," So she ended up helping me.

But at the end of February, my dad was meeting with some particularly nasty looking German soldiers and I just happened to listening.

"Mit der Amerikaner auf Seiten der Alliierten, kann die Alliierten die Oberhand!"

"Sie wissen nicht, dass..."

"Erinnerst du dich nicht, was passiert im Ersten Weltkrieg? Sie wissen, wird dies ebenso wie ich Passieren!" Suddenly the door swung in and I fell into the room. I made the mistake of staring right into the eyes of one of the soldiers. I quickly got up and went into the kitchen.

The man followed. "Warst du Lauschangriffe?" When I didn't answer, he yelled. "Antworte Mir!"

"Przykro mi, panie, nie wiem, co mówisz,"

The man glared at me. When he looked me over, his eyes widened. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the middle of the floor, pulling something out of my pocket. "Was ist das?"

Toris's star of David necklace. I had put it in my pocket this morning for safe-keeping and forgotten about it. "I...I..."

"Artur! Holen Sie sich hier!" My dad came in.

"Ist Ihnen bekannt, Sie haben ein Jude in Ihrem Haus? In der Zentrale?"

"Nie, czekaj! Nie jestem Żydem!" I screamed. I ripped my arm from the soldier and ran upstairs, unknowingly leading him up to my room.

I threw open the closet door. "Liet!"

"What's going on?" Toris asked worriedly, his eyes wide.

Suddenly the door burst open and my dad and the soldier came in.

"Sind Sie ein Jude?" My dad demanded, grabbing Toris by the collar and pulling him to his feet.

"Taip," Toris squeaked, looking like he'd seen a horrifying ghost. My dad let go of his collar and Toris crumpled to the ground. I quickly knelt down to see if he was alright.

"Nehmen Sie sie weg," Dad said. The soldier grabbed both of our arms and pulled us up.

"Czekaj, ojcze!" I shouted as they took us out of my room, but my dad barely looked at me.

Since it was late when they found us, the Germans weren't going to take us to the camp until morning; plenty of time for my sister to form a plan of her own. She left a note to my Mom and Dad.

Mom and Dad, After getting to know Toris, I realize that not all Jews are bad. I know you don't see eye to eye with Hitler, but you still hate Jews. Not all Jews are evil, or at least not Toris. And to prove my loyalty, I'm going with Feliks and Toris to the camp. I might never see you again, but that is a risk I will take. Goodbye forever, Annyie.

She then put the note on the kitchen table and told the Germans she was a Jew as well, and they took her away with us.

Did you like? No, of course not. I am sorry for all you extreme Poland/Lithuania fans, but the story would admittedly be pretty boring if all they did was hide.

Transalation time (very rough translation time)!

Twoje gwiazdą Dawida: your star of david (polish)

Ačiū: thank you (lithuanian)

Mit der Amerikaner auf Seiten der Alliierten, kann die Alliierten die Oberhand: With the Americans on the Allied side, the Allies have the upper hand (german)

Sie wissen nicht, dass...: I know, but... (german)

Erinnerst du dich nicht, was passiert im Ersten Weltkrieg? Sie wissen, wird dies ebenso wie ich Passieren: No buts, don't you remember what happened in WWI? you know this as well as I (german)

Warst du Lauschangriffe: were you listening (german)

Antworte Mir: Answer me (german)

Przykro mi, panie, nie wiem, co mówisz: I'm sorry sir i do not know what you are staying (polish)

Was ist das: what is this (german)

Artur! Holen Sie sich hier!: Artur! Get in here!(Artur is actually a polish name, but the rest is german)

Ist Ihnen bekannt, Sie haben ein Jude in Ihrem Haus? In der Zentrale: Did you know you had a Jew in your own house? In headquarters? (german)

Nie, czekaj! Nie jestem Żydem!: No wait! I'm not a Jew! (polish)

Sind Sie ein Jude?: Are you a Jew? (german)

Taip:yes (lithuanian)

Nehmen Sie sie weg: Take them both (german)

Czekaj, ojcze!: wait, father! (polish)