Remember Auschwitz

Chapter 10 – What The Hell Just Happened?

Feliciano trudged lightly behind his older twin brother and the SS officer he liked. He was badly beaten, his body bruised from the harsh kick Lars had dealt on him. Lovino wasn't any better off. He had several bruises to him face, along with ones to the rest of his body. The painful tingle of pain from being forcefully kicked in his crotch still lingering in his nerves. The two followed Ludwig to the main part of the camp where a small clinic was.

"Dr. Mengele." Ludwig said, walking through the door into the opening of the small clinic. Josef Mengele, the lead physician that works in Auschwitz. He experimented on the children of the camp, namely twins. He would draw blood from them and inject them with several different vaccines, although he also did other work, like doing autopsies.

He glanced up to Ludwig, peering through glasses sat on his nose with his deep green eyes.

"Why isn't it the little Beilschmidt bruder." Mengele chuckled to himself, setting down the documents he was reading. "What can I do for you?" Ludwig grimaced a bit. Around here he was only known for being the younger brother of Gilbert. For Gilbert had been working around the camp for years now and was a very high ranked officer.

"I need these two prisoners fixed up." Ludwig said, stepping aside to reveal the two Italians. Mengele looked from Ludwig to the Italian's and back. He laughed.

"They are perfectly fine, like any other I've seen around here." He stood up and adjusted his lab coat, then he ran a hand through his slicked back black hair. Ludwig shook his head.

"They were beaten by Officer Lars. They're important to my work detail in Canada." Ludwig explained, looking to the Doctor as he stepped around his desk and towards the two Italians.

"So? All of them have been beaten. I don't see any wounds." Mengele pointed out, but Ludwig began to grow more annoyed.

"Ja, but they have bruises and may have broken bones." Ludwig eyed the two Italians. Lovino glared at both Mengele and Ludwig, mentally cursing the both of them. If it wasn't for these damned German's the two of them wouldn't even be there.

"There is nothing we can do for bruises Ludwig." Mengele spoke, pulling off his reading glasses and tucking them in his breast pocket. "But we can splint bones." He directed his attention on Lovino, who looked beaten the worst. Lovino glared directly at the doctor, and pulled away from him when the doctor tried to look at his arm.

"Back away bastard, I don't need your help." Lovino spat, stepping and turning away from the German. Mengele straightened up, raising an eyebrow to the bitter Italian, but he shrugged it off.

"Very well." Then he looked at Feliciano, who was less beaten. "And you?" He looked the milder Italian up and down, and saw him nursing the side of his head with one hand. Feliciano looked up so his soft amber eyes met the doctors green ones. Mengele reached one hand towards the short man's head. "May I?" Feliciano hesitated a bit, but pulled his hand away, revealing a bad bruise that had a scrape to it that had begun to bleed. Feliciano shifted his eyes down to the wooden ground, wincing a bit as fresh air hit the wound. "We can clean this up." Mengele said, taking Feliciano gently by his wrist and tugging him towards another part of the small clinic. In another room he brought Feli to a wall of cabinets. There he let go of Feli's wrist and dug into one of the cabinets and pulled out gauze. Lovino followed the two into the room, keeping an eye on his younger brother. He, of course, didn't trust any of these bastards to touch his little brother. Dr. Mengele parted Feliciano's hair out of the way and began to wrap gauze around his head and the wound. Feliciano flinched at the pain, but held back any noise.

Once all done the doctor tightened the gauze firmly, tying it into place.

"There." Mengele stepped back to assess his work and looked to Ludwig. "One 'patched up' worker you've got now." Mengele walked up to Ludwig while Feliciano quickly went back to his elder brother. "Why are you fixing this one up Beilschmidt? He's a prisoner like everyone else. A homosexual at that." Mengele affixed his eyes up to the German man's.

"The two are simply part of my work force. If I lose any of them I will lose a job position that will be hard to fill." Ludwig answered back calmly. Mengele eyed him for a moment before her nodded.

"Alright, off with you then." He said, turning his back to Ludwig and walking back to his desk.

Feliciano walked beside his brother, whispering to him while Ludwig walked them back to their block.

"Fratello, he means well~ didn't you see how he saved us?" Feli said softly, glancing to the German walking behind them.

"All he cares about is if we can work Vene! They don't give two shits whether we like how we're living!" He spat back, whispering harshly so the German couldn't hear him.

"But Lovino~" Feli whined. "I'm sure he means well. He's kinder than the other Germans~" Feliciano felt himself blush a bit as he thought about the German walking behind them.

"Vene ALL Germans are bastard, especially that one! He's trying to trick you into working harder for him!" Lovino glanced at his brother quickly, then looked back and gapped at the blush on his cheeks. "VENE!" Lovino hissed, still being quiet though. "No! No no no!" Feliciano flinched and looked at his elder brother,

"What~?" Feli turned his head a bit.

"You like that potato loving Nazi bastard don't you?!" Lovino hissed. Feliciano, bit his lip and looked down. Not responding to his brother. "Feliciano!" He moved one hand and hit the back of his head. "Idiota! No! Off limits!"

"Hands to yourself." Ludwig said, now watching them carefully. Lovino glared at the German, then lowered his hand and looked to his brother once more.

"Feliciano. No. He's the one who keeps us in this hell whole. He hates every god damn one of us. He'll never like you back. Give up on it Feliciano. You're here for being gay and he's one of the evil men who are keeping you in this place." He hissed quietly, venom in his words. Feli pouted. He knew how crazy it was for him to like this German, but he couldn't help it. There was something about this handsome man. He didn't care whether or not he was an SS officer. He was falling in love.

Feliciano walked the rest of the way to their block in silence. Thinking about what his brother had said. Then they reached the door to the block and Lovino marched in, wanting to get away from the German. But Feli stood still, facing the door, and away from Ludwig. Which confused the German.

"Aren't you going to go rest?" He asked in his soft kind voice he used only when talking towards the Italian. Feliciano, was silent for a moment, then he turned around and looked up so his eyes met the German's.

"I know my brother is bitter and mean. But we are both grateful to you. Grazie, Thank you for saving us." Feliciano bit his lip. This was the first time he spoke him, and he didn't know how he'd react.

Ludwig stared at the Italian with disbelief. The soft, light voice this man possessed. It is so feminine. And the way his accent rolled off his tongue. It was just as intoxicating as his eyes. Which he found himself staring deep into.

"If you hadn't come when you did, I… I wouldn't be here." Feli wanted to pull his eyes away and stare at the ground. But he could only manage a small glance before his eyes found themselves locked with Ludwig's once more. "I wanted to make sure you knew how grateful I am. Although this place is hell… It's better than being dead." Ludwig opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Damn it why is his throat closing up? Why is his face getting red?!

"So… Thank you very much." Feli then looked at the ground. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he could feel his face growing red, and his palms were getting sweaty.

"D-Don't mention it." Ludwig stammered out. Feliciano shot his head back up to look at the German.

"Veh?" He tilted his head to the side, confused for a moment.

"I wanted to. Don't worry about it." Ludwig muttered. Feliciano's heart skipped a beat at the sound of that thick German accent. "Don't worry about it, 700209" Feli bit his lip.

"My name is Feliciano Vargas." Ludwig blinked.

"Oh… errmm… Feliciano then." Feliciano… what a name. Ludwig liked the sound of it. The way it rolled off in that flawless Italian accent. Feli felt his heart stop. His name said by Ludwig. His deep, manly voice saying his more feminine name.

"S-Si…" He closed his eyes, forcing himself to not faint then and there.

"Well." Ludwig shuffled a bit awkwardly "I must be going now." He said this, but didn't make any move to leave. Feli bit his lip and nodded, but before he knew what he was doing. He was up on his tip toes, lightly kissing the man's cheek.

Ludwig froze at the feeling of a soft pair of lips against his cheek. His entire face now hotter than a flame. Feliciano quickly pulled away, looking into the German's shocked eyes, and he whimpered.

"I'm sorry! Good bye!" And then he turned and quickly ran into the block, closing the large wooden barn like door behind him.

Ludwig stood, emotionlessly staring at the door. His heart pounding in his chest and his face a scarlet red. What just happened? What did Feliciano just do?! Ludwig stumbled back a bit.

What The Hell Just Happened?

What the hell did just happen?

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Sorry it's been so long since the last update. Right after Christmas family came down and then school started and everything jumped right into finals. I just got done with them today. I've been writing this over the course of this week. So It is longer and that makes me happy. I hope it was worth the wait.

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