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The sun barely rose over the hospital in the last few days, but today, as Shosanna wandered out to front of the hospital she stepped into warm sunlight. Frederick sat on one of the large stone banisters, looking out over the demolished city before them, smoking a cigarette. Shosanna lingered, unsure if he'd want to be left alone, seeing another city in his nation like this. She adjusted the strap on her white, stained and reused sling and stepped down to sit on the stairs beside him. She'd been asked to wear a hideous dress, made of stiff navy blue material. She scratched at her stomach where the fabric itched and looked up at Frederick, smiling at his matching shirt, which he'd requested in solidarity with her.
" This is Aachen..." Frederick began, still looking around them. " or Aix La Chapelle when Napoleon took it. To the North is the Netherlands, to the West is Belgium. You can see the border if you get up high enough."
Shosanna brought her knees up to her chest, hugging them with one arm. Frederick continued to ramble on about the city, as if he could hide how upset he was. She could see how the sides of his mouth would curl down, the expression someone makes when they're either sick or upset.
" I used to come here mit meinem Bruder. Manchmal mit dem Rest meiner Familie. Es gibt hier heisse Quellen," He continued on, she didn't have the heart to tell him he'd switch back to German. He was usually so strong, she was unsure what to do in this weak moment, so instead of comforting him, she sat and listened.
(t) : with my brother. Sometimes with the rest of my family. There are hot springs.
"Das Rotlichtviertel ist wirklich gut bekannt hier. aber es gibt noch mehr in die Stadt. Es hat wunderbare Architektur, die eine sehr alte Stadt. Die hier seit den Römern..." He paused and looked at her, his eyes red and wet. She stood now and tried to pull him into an embrace but he pulled away, shouting, "Sehen Sie es jetzt! Seine zerstört! ganz Deutschland, gehen ihre vernichtet werden!" She struggled with him as he pushed her away gentle, finally pulling his face into her chest. Wincing at the pain of the impact on her arm, she hushed him while he sobbed into her chest. She stroked his hair and hushed him, holding tightly. " What's the matter Frederick, I can't understand you." She said while stroking his hair.
(t) : The red light district is really well known here. But there's more to the city. It has wonderful architecture, a very old city. Here since the Romans...
Look at it now! Its destroyed! all of Germany, it will be destroyed!
He pulled away, looking down at the steps and Shosanna's shoes. She bent down, cupping his face in her hand, pulling him up to look at her. " It's alright to be upset Frederick. I won't scold you...I just can't understand you when you speak in German, I never learned it that well." She explained as he helped her to sit on the siding with him. He pushed her down gently so that she was on her back, her hair spread out over the stone. He propped himself up to face her, looming over her a bit and crossed his ankle over hers.
" It pains me to see Aachen like this. To know that Cologne is like this too. If the Americans and British have come far enough to establish hospitals here, the war is not far from over. That means that Deustchland lost, that my country is lost." He whispered to her solemnly.
Shosanna smiled up at him, placed her hand on his face again, he glanced back up at her, surprised by her expression. " I know the feeling mein kleiner Junge... It's horrible to have so much taken away from you. But you have lived, and through this you will grow." She whispered back soothingly.
He closed his eyes and scoffed, insulted a bit by her quip. " You called me..A little boy...You know that?" She nodded emphatically. He let out a sound of astonishment and put his face close up to hers as she giggled. " You know that I am not such a little boy." He chided, running his hand along her thigh. She struggled to stop his hand but it was on the opposite side of her, where her arm was in a sling. She hissed as his hand tickled her. He chuckled at her under his breath seductively, his hand reaching under her skirt. Still giggling, she pulled his head down to kiss her. They kissed heartily, moving from each others' lips to neck and back to the lips while Frederick's hand explored her. She bit his lip and they made eye contact, " Have I found the right place mein schatz?" He teased, she nodded with her eyes closed, " genau." She moaned in his ear, he chuckled at her again.
(t): precisely
The loud clearing of someones throat made them both jump up, a nurse stood at the top of the steps, looking down at them. They both looked up at her, then to each other. The nurse shook her head, then turned around and went back inside.
They looked back at each other, studying the way either person had changed in these last few months. Shosanna's hair was still a balled up mess, her face was darker, and cut on the left side. Frederick's face was covered by a short beard now, since he hadn't been able to shave since they reached the hospital. His proper, clean demeanor was washed away and replace by the tattered clothing provided by the hospital, his hair, greasy and sticking to his forehead. They smiled and gripped each others' hands.
" Let's get out of here." Shosanna said, but Frederick didn't hear her, he was mesmerized.
Shosanna scooted forward and kissed his cheek, sitting beside him to lean on his shoulder. His calloused hand touched her face, she looked up at him. " You will marry me now, won't you?" He said quietly. She smiled and scrunched her face, shaking her head, " No, not yet." He pulled away from her, dramatically sighing while leaning over the side of the stone. " Oh what a terrible woman...Cruel..." He said as she laughed. She reached over and pulled him back so that his head was on her chest, he kissed where he landed. " You are Fräulein grausam." He said looking up at her pleadingly, she smiled down at him.
(t): Miss Cruel. (emphasis on the Miss, as not married...)
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