All The Right Moves Chapter 10: love the way you lie, a hetalia - axis powers fanfic

Shay: There was some confusion with my last note, so let me explain it here. Hitler does want to purify Alfred from the different "un-Aryan" people in his country, but then it turns out Alfred's gay. That means that he gets sent to the camps. There was also confusion about who went to the camps. If you were un-Aryan, you went to the camps. That included communists, poles, slavs, and gypsies. I'll be dealing with that when Turkey goes to a camp. Hope this clears it up.

"Love the Way You Lie" by the Eminem. This chapter focuses on Alfred, and an OC named Darren. If you like them enough, then I can continue with their story.

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April 4, 1945

Alfred couldn't walk any more. He was too weak. He had been forced to leave Darren behind, and now he could barley raise his head. He was leaning against the side of a barn, covered in an inch of snow. He shut his eyes, ignoring the cries of men in the distance. They were probably only Nazi's.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well that's alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well that's alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

June 8, 1944

Alfred had been caught at Normandy. He had been on Omaha beach, and as a sergeant, he had been the last commanding officer. All the other officers had been killed within the first ten minutes. He had destroyed one of the batteries, but two days after, he had been captured by SS Officers. A Jewish soldier had been with him. Alfred killed him in order to save him. He wasn't so lucky. They had at first told him they would purify him, but then it became clear to them that he had no interest in the Aryan woman they brought to him. So they brought him a man. His reaction infuriated Hitler, and signed Alfred's fate. He was sent to Buchenwald, along with several homosexuals, male and female. He wouldn't be spared, and many of the higher raking officers in Hitler's elite circle believed that they could replace him with a more Aryan personification for the embodiment of the Untied States of America.

I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there's a steel knife in my windpipe
I can't breathe but I still fight all I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight

Alfred was surprised when he was loaded on a boxcar. He was the only one in his car. He knew there was another country in the car next to him.

"Hey!" Alfred called, "Whose over there?"

"…They caught you too America?" Came a broken voice.

"Prussia?" Alfred raised an eyebrow, "Why are you here?"

"Weapons to partisans," Gilbert laughed darkly from the other car, "They're good shots. How about you? Why are you here?"

"Got caught by the SS outside Normandy," Alfred sighed, "Don't know where we're headed."

"Good, the less you know, the better you'll feel," Gilbert's voice turned colder, "Just try to hang on until help comes."

High off of love, drunk from my hate
It's like I'm huffin' paint and I love her
The more I suffer, I suffocate
Right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates
Me, she fuckin' hates me and I love it, Wait!
Where you going? I'm leaving you.
No you ain't. Come back. We're running right back

Alfred was one of the first Allied prisoners in Buchenwald Labor Camp. Because he was a country, he was given the hardest burdens to carry. More prisoners came in every day. However, he hadn't heard that any more countries had been captured.

Here we go again, it's so insane

'Cause when it's going good, it's going great
I'm Superman with the wind in his back
She's Lois Lane, but when it's bad, it's awful
I feel so ashamed, I snapped, "Who's that dude?"
I don't even know his name
I laid hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again
I guess I don't know my own strength

"How long do you think we'll last?" Darren, an English prisoner asked, leaning against Alfred's shoulder.

"As long as it takes," Alfred smiled down at Darren, "I'll do what ever it takes to keep you alive."

"Just…take care of yourself also," Darren begged.

Alfred met Darren on July 9, 1944. Darren was in the Royal Air Force, his bomber had been shot down, and he was the only survivor. He had been brought to Buchenwald, where he had met Alfred. After several months together, they committed the most sure fire way of getting themselves killed.

They fell in love.

You ever love somebody so much,
you could barely breathe when you with 'em?
You meet, and neither one of you even know what hit 'em
Got that warm fuzzy feeling, yeah, them chills, used to get 'em
Now you gettin' fuckin' sick of lookin' at 'em
You swore you'd never hit 'em, never do nothing to hurt 'em
Now you're in each other's face spewing venom in your words when you spit 'em

You push, pull each other's hair, scratch, claw, bit 'em
Throw 'em down, pin 'em, so lost in the moments when you're with 'em
It's the fate that took over, it controls you both
So they say, you're best to go your separate ways
Guess that they don't know you 'cause today,
That was yesterday, yesterday is over, it's a different day
Sound like broken records playing over
But you promised her, next time you'd show restraint
You don't get another chance
Life is no Nintendo game, but you lied again
Now you get to watch her leave out the window
Guess that's why they call it "window pane

"You're skin and bones," Alfred whispered in Darren's ear. He held the thin form of Darren in his arms.

"Just like you, and every one else here," Darren whispered. He was to weak to talk. His head was nestled in the crook of Alfred's neck.

"I'll take care of you," Alfred murmured, kissing Darren's forehead.

That was when Alfred quit eating. Every thing food related that he got, he gave to Darren.

Darren gasped as Alfred kissed his neck repeatedly, going from the base of his neck up to the base of his jaw. He clutched at Alfred's jacket, trembling from his fear they would be found. Pulling back, Alfred gave Darren one last kiss on the lips.

Light green eyes stared into sky blue eyes. Darren smiled, pressing himself closer to Alfred. He was the perfect height, his head fitting right underneath Alfred's chin. His close shaved dark brown hair tickled Alfred's chin, but he continued to hold him.

"I love you," Alfred murmured.

"I love you too," Darren whispered.

Now I know we said things, did things that we didn't mean
And we fall back into the same patterns, same routine
But your temper's just as bad as mine is
You're the same as me
When it comes to love you're just as blinded

"The Allies are coming, they are forcing an evacuation of all prisoners able to move," Darren whispered, voice barley a croak. Darren had become so weak, that even with Alfred's share of food, he was unable to move.

"They're forcing me to march," Alfred whispered, "Stay strong, and stay alive so that I can find you again."

"Let's meet again, underneath Lady Liberty," Darren croaked, letting Alfred caress his face.

"At four p.m.," Alfred agreed, "I'll stay alive so that I can see you again."

Baby, please come back, it wasn't you, Baby, it was me.
Maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems
Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano
All I know is I love you too much to walk away though
Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk
Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk?

Alfred was forced to run the evacuation route. Any one who fell behind was either trampled to death or shot. He continued to run, and even learned to run while sleeping. It was a week later that he lost the last of his energy.

Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball
Next time I'm pissed, I'll aim my fist at the drywall
Next time? There won't be no next time
I apologize, even though I know it's lies
I'm tired of the games, I just want her back. I know I'm a liar
If she ever tries to fuckin' leave again,
I'ma tie her to the bed and set this house on fire
I'm just gonna

April 4, 1945

Alfred looked up as the voices came closer. They were American soldiers, there to liberate the prisoners. He managed to raise his head, when some of his old soldiers came upon him.

"Sarge," Private Ryan whispered in horror.

Alfred smiled weakly, "Good to see you private."

July 4, 1946

Alfred stood under Lady Liberty, at 3:51. He would wait for Darren for the rest of his life if he had to. He watched as people celebrated in the streets. Alfred smiled sadly, wishing he could celebrate the fourth with Darren.

"Pretty city," a distinct British accent whispered in his ear, "Pretty lady, but beautiful men here in New York."

Alfred turned and pulled the man into his arms, "Darren, I missed you so much."

"And I missed you," Darren kissed Alfred soundly, then buried his face in Alfred's strong chest.

"I love you more than life its self," Alfred murmured.

"And I love you more than you could ever imagine," Darren whispered back, kissing Alfred again.

The two held each other under Lady Liberty, just happy to be reunited after the year of hell that had been their separation.

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Please review, and if there's a song you want, just tell me. Alfred was sent to Buchenwald. Buchenwald was the one of the first concentration camps to be discovered by the Allies in WWII. Most Allied POW's were sent there if they didn't lived up to German racial standards.