Remember Auschwitz
Chapter 7 –Something About His Eyes
Feli blankly stared off while he meticulously folded yet another shirt that was stolen from the prisoners' luggage. It has been three weeks sense the two Italian's had showed up at the camp, and already they were in even worse health than they were when they arrived. Feliciano suffered from hunger pains, and his body felt weak. His skin was noticeably paler as well. Small blue bruises hung under his eyes from lack of decent sleep. And he carried himself with an arched back. Lovino was in a similar condition, although he was stronger than his younger brother.
"Feliciano." Helina whispered to him. Feli turned his head to look at her, his eyes glazed with a dull film. "Feli look." She smiled to him, holding out her hand. "I found some chocolates." She opened her hand, revealing small truffles wrapped in a golden foil. Feliciano's eyes lit up, blink a couple of times before taking a few of them.
"G-Grazie." He stammered, quickly opening one and popping it into his mouth. He closed his eyes, sighing contently. The taste of chocolate was very much welcomed to his gruel and stale bread pallet. He smiled while he let the chocolate melt in his mouth. Sticking the others in his pocket to save for later.
Helina smiled.
"You Welcome Feli." She said softly, eating one of the truffles for herself. Over the last three weeks, the two had become pretty close, both happy to have someone else to talk to. Although they mostly stood in silence, doing their job to avoid getting scolded by the SS men that would walk by now and then.
Feliciano let out an open mouth sigh when he had finished the chocolate, watching the steam disappear into the cool air.
"That was so good Helina." Feli smiled to her, color returning to his face with the sugary nourishment.
"Yes, It's always nice to find things in these old pockets." She said, folding a dirt brown coat with one of the 6 pointed stares sewn on. Feliciano nodded in agreement. Doing the same to a rust colored coat. The two worked in silence for a moment, until.
"Ludwig" A SS man with dark hair, and brown eyes that the Jews have learned by the name of 'Lars' called to the Blond German as he walked into the building. Feliciano stiffened at the name of his German crush, and slowly he turned his head enough to glance at him.
Ludwig walked in, shoulders broad and uniform perfect despite the snow storm that was occurring right outside the thin walls.
"Ah, Lars, I was sent to relieve you for the afternoon." Ludwig said, glancing around the room, his eyes catching on the Italian that was glancing at him. Feliciano peeped a bit, turning his head quickly and hurriedly continuing his job, a blush gracing his cheeks. Helina smiled, nudging him.
"Look, your crush is going to watch us Feli." She giggled, poking fun at the way his face got pinker at her comment.
"Is that so? You get to watch these Ungeziefer?" He chuckled, walking up to the taller, younger man. "I'm sorry for you, it's nicer in your warm office where you can sit at a desk." Ludwig pulled a small faked smile.
"Ja, well It's too boring sitting at a desk all morning. It gets old." He glanced around the room again, seeing the Italian went back to working.
"Hah!" Lars scoffed, taking off his hat to adjust his hair that was slicked off to the left. "I'd gladly take your job. Or at least Gilbert as mein older bruder." He laughed again, quickly holding his arm into the air "Hail Hitler." Ludwig did so back, less enthusiastically, and then Lars left.
Ludwig watched him as he left, and then turned to look around once more. He slowly walked more into the area, starting to pace slowly, eyeing every one of the Jewish Prisoners.
Feliciano hurriedly worked, the heat in his face staying. Ludwig noticed a worker moving slowly at one end of the hall. It was a man working near Lovino, he too was moving the luggage from a large open door leading to the train port, to a stack inside. Ludwig made his way over, the man noticing and speeding up. Ludwig eyed him, glaring almost, watching him become more and more frantic. The man began to stumble a bit, and soon tripped over a lump of snow that had stared to clump in. Ludwig grimaced.
"Up! Up Schrulle!" He yelled, his hand on his gun holster. The Jew scrambled to get up, and then his foot slipped on some of the thawing snow. "I Said GET UP!" He bellowed, kicking him once before the Jew finally got to his feet. Ludwig glared at him.
"I'm sorry." He said, nodding his head to him.
"Get back to work!" He growled, turning and walking away. Leaving the Jew to continue his work.
Soon Ludwig made it to his side of the building, and every time He got near to Feliciano, the small Italian's heart nearly stopped. Occasionally, Feli could smell the German's scent wafting in with the wind. And almost every time Feli glanced at the German their eyes met. Feli could feel a hot warmth filling his body, and he could hear the pounding of his heart in his ears. So much so that he could no longer hear the world around him. Just 'ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum'.
Ludwig's eyes kept an eye on this small man. He watched how his body trembled, and how his breathing was faster than the others. Was he scared? Was he sick? No, not either of those, but what? Feliciano turned to put another article of clothing into the correct crate, but when his eyes glanced at the German, and their eyes met for almost the hundredth time, he fell. His feet stopped but his body kept moving forward. He hit the ground, whimpering in pain, and he curled up a bit. Ludwig opened his mouth to yell at him, but was cut off.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please, don't hit me! I'm sorry!" He cried, rocking a bit. Ludwig raised a brow at the Italian, confused, not to the Italian's reaction, but as to why his pleas actually caused him… A bit of guilt… Feli kept spewing his whines and pleas, but when he noticed the German was not yelling at him, he stopped. Feli uncovered his face that he had hid, and looked up at him. Ludwig looked down on him examining him carefully. No Jewish star, so these weren't Jews? The two Italians he had brought into this place were not Jews…. What could they be then? He shook his head.
"Get Up." He said in a softer, kinder voice than that he uses usually. And the sound made Feli's face only glow brighter. Slowly Feliciano got up off the ground, standing in front of him, looking up at him while his head was tilted down. Ludwig's eyes kept traveling the small man's body. From his face, to his hips and lower. He snapped mentally at himself, looking back at the Italian's eyes. "Back to work." He said in the same soft voice.
"S-Si, yes sir." Feli nodded slowly, not wanting to take his eyes away from the German's mesmerizing blue eyes, but then slowly turned around and went back to work. His body numb and his mind in a daze.
Ludwig watched the Italian for a while longer. What's with this man? This small Italian man. He didn't know why he was here. He didn't know what was special about him. He had never seen him before in his entire life. But when he saw those eyes. Those glass pools of melted amber, there was an emotion he had never seen before. Or at least not so strong. Something about those eyes that made him feel different, made the Italian more… more important than these other prisoners. Something about his eyes.
There was Something About His Eyes
Ungeziefer- Vermin (German)
Schrulle- Maggot (German)
Ok so if these translations are incorrect blame google translate. Not me ^.^;
So there we go the 7th chapter. I'm sorry for the delay. I was trying my best to get on, but school is so busy recently. With Classes preparing for Finals and other various Exams, I've got hefty loads of homework. Hehehe
Well tell me what you think of this chapter will ya? With break only a couple days away I'm sure I'll be able to get another chapter up by Saturday night at the latest, but no promises.
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