A/N: I know it's been FOREVER since I last updated this story, I have had the WORST writer's block, but I have finally finished the new chapter :D party! There's a short flashbck at the start and some interaction between Donny and Rosalie and Hugo and Rosalie :D yay! Please review! Don't make me set the Basterds or Hans on you!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters except for Rosalie


I was pacing back and forth in my bedroom, anxiously waiting for the familiar sound of Hans' friendly greeting. I looked up to the clock hanging up on the wall and let out an exasperated sigh, what had felt like an hour had only been five minutes. It's not long until I realise that I am actually waiting to see Hans, and I'm hating it, I am actually hating the wait to see him. That thought is soon followed by the sudden realisation that my thoughts have been clouded by nothing but him for the past three days, I begin to wonder about it, but soon shake it off, deciding that it is nothing.

I move to my mirror, moving a bit of hair away from my face and carefully grabbing a fallen eyelash which had dropped onto my blushed cheek, before I, once again, check the time. Why am I getting dressed up? He's taking me to a cafe. I close my eyes and try to clear my mind, this is our fourth date...what's going to happen? What is he going to want to happen? Will he want anything to happen? I shake my head, of course nothing's happening between us, I will not lower myself for the pleasure of some old, perverted. Smug...charming, amusing, handsome... I immediately stop myself from getting any further and laugh, although sounding less confident than I had hoped, before telling myself "He is not charming, he is not amusing, and he is more than anything not handsome!"

"Anyone I know about?"

"HOLY-!"

I scream and frantically turn to the door when I suddenly hear Hans' voice behind me. I see him laughing and clutch my chest, gasping for breath,

"What are you doing here?"

"Your mother was kind enough to allow me inside."

"Of course she did..." I mutter under my breath, I roll my eyes when he continues to chuckle quietly, and turn away as I feel myself begin to blush.


When I wake, the first thing I notice is an intensely throbbing sting rushing through my head. I groan as I attempt to sit up, only to be held down with firm hands,

"Don't move." The sound of my brother's irritated voice startles me slightly. My eyes slowly flutter open to find myself lying on a rather uncomfortable cot inside a tent, I cringe as he presses a damp cloth against my forehead, and slowly begins wipe it down to the tip of my ear.

"What happened?" I moan,

"Donowitz," Hugo simply said, "hit your head on the corner of the wall bringing you back. Gave you a gash."

"What?" I immediately slap his hands off of me and sit up, checking myself in a small mirror left beside the cot. I gasp when I see fresh, scarlet blood dripping from a long, harsh graze beginning from the corner of my forehead and ending at my temple.

I jump to my feet, ignoring Hugo's demands to get back, and tearing his hands from my arms when he tries to force me to return, as I furiously storm towards Donny.

"YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" I shriek, jumping him and tackling him to the ground, clawing at any part of his body I can reach,

"What the fuck!" he screams, moving on top of me and pinning me down, keeping my arms back, "What that fuck is your problem!"

"You beat my fucking head!"

"What, can't take a little blood?" he mocks, smirking rebelliously,

"Fuck you!"

"I don't 'do' German whores," he states, putting on a disgusted voice,

"Just get the fuck off me! I don't want to be anywhere near you." I shove his hands away as he eventually stands back up, muttering a soft "Scheißdetektiv," "Fucking dick," as I shuffle my way back to a concerned Hugo.

"I know. Get back on the cot," I sigh, sitting back down in front of him. He laughs a bit, letting a weak smile appear on his lips as he begins to clean the new blood seeping from the gash,

"You still have vater's temper," he mutters,

"You still have mutter's naivety," I chuckle quietly, beginning to let my guard down. "Did you really expect that to change?" I ask, I pull my feet up and lay back down on the cot,

"I guess not." We share an awkward chuckle as I shift over onto my side.

"You didn't have to leave, Hugo." He gives me a slightly startled, yet stern look.

"You don't understand..."

"No, I don't. So please explain to someone who completely does not understand," I exclaim, sitting up in one move. He turns away, not daring to look me in the eye. "Hugo!"

"Rosy-"

"Don't call me that!" I snap at him, slapping his hand away before it can reach my cheek, "Just tell me why you left!"

"Nein, I didn't have to leave. But I'd be lying if I said it wasn't what I wanted..." he murmurs to me, "I left out of a sense of humanity and morality."

"So what, because I didn't leave with you I'm suddenly immoral? Inhumane?" I shout, standing in front of him,

"Nein, liebe Schwester."

"Then what is it?" He covers my mouth with his hand, muffling my voice and silencing me.

"You know I don't believe in what you do, my beliefs are...far, from yours,"

"So you do think I'm a bad person," I gasp, finding the strength to pull his hand down from my lips.

"Nein." he groans, clearly becoming frustrated. "You don't act on your beliefs,"

"So I'm a good person." He grits his teeth behind his lips, I let out an exaggerated sigh and roll my eyes."

"Nein." I give him a confused look, "You aren't a good person, you don't act out on your beliefs, but you do not help anyone you don't like, the people who obviously need it. If you weren't my sister I would tell you that you are a spoilt, stuck up, arrogant brat,"

"You're a loving brother, aren't you? Well, lieber Bruder, I believe I've heard enough for now, so if you're done..."

I make a move towards the tent's exit when he grabs me by the arm and drags me back, spinning me back around to face him.

"I want you to join us, Rosalie." I snatch my arm back from his grasp, a horrified look on my face,

"Are you..serious? Do you not know how I feel about the Jews? Or who I'm marrying, or meant to have been married to by now." I scold, turning away from him, only to be spun back, "would you stop that!"

"I could try to persuade Aldo to let you join us, you could get something out of it. Who knows? You could find that there are more people in the world than yourself and those you care about."

"Nein. Nein, nein, nein, nein, nein!" I manage to make my way to the entrance without Hugo holding me back, and shake my head, trying to get rid of the image of myself as a Basterd, not bothering to keep track of my brother's final suggestion as I gradually move further away from him.

"Just give it a chance. You might enjoy being a Basterd."


I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I don't know when I'll be able to update again, I'm staying at a friend's place tomorrow night (hot single dad ;) lol) but I promise I'll work on the next chapter soon! :D