Donny was sitting on the bed when Aldo came back in. His blue eyes flickered from the man's expressionless face to the remains of what had once been a rather nice cherry wood dresser.
"Well, damn it, Donny, how we gonna 'splain this to the Priest?"
"She lied to me." He said quietly, not tearing his eyes away from the wall a few feet in front of him, about a yard to the Lieutenant's left. "She looked me right in the fuckin' face and lied to me."
The Southerner huffed, shaking his head, "she loves ya, Donny, she jus' can't see it yet."
"Bullshit. She's fuckin' some Nazi." He spat, but his eyes did not reflect any outward anger. A calm, blank look in them that worried the older man somewhat.
"Going on a date doesn't mean anything. 'Sides, if she didn't care 'bout ya she wouldn't be workin' herself into a fit downstairs."
That got the Boston man's attention. "I thought she was in the bath."
"She is." Aldo replied uneasily. He cleared his throat awkwardly, "we had ourselves a little chat while she was gettin' cleaned up."
"What?"
The older man rolled his eyes, "Calm down, Donowitz, nothin' happened."
"Ya barged in on my girl's bath!" Donny said, glaring at him. He paled when he realized what he had addressed her as and looked down at the floor.
"You're gettin' too old for these games, Donowitz. Be an adult. Tell the girl how ya feel and maybe you'll get ta keep 'er. If not," Aldo shrugged, "she'll move on and forget yer ass."
His jaw clenched at the man's words, but he said nothing. Just nodded to let his commanding officer to let him know he had heard him, and watched him go back downstairs. Watching the door close, Donny let out a sigh and fell back onto the bed.
Downstairs
Levi was leaning on the edge of the tub as Anna sorted through Amilie's satchel. The leather was soft and worn under her fingers and she sighed as Levi bit his lip behind her. She couldn't see it, but she knew it was there.
"Don't be worried, Lev."
"You could get hurt."
"I'll be fine." She promised, looking into the mirror and meeting his eyes through it, "I'm taking my knife just in case."
"How'd Donny take it?"
"As well as can be expected, I suppose." Pale fingers pulled out a thick purse. Unzipping it, she ruffled around in it until she found a thin pencil and she tentatively applied some eyeliner. It was a light brown color, highlighting her dark green eyes, and it looked nice. But she hated it. She hated being made up in general. At least, for someone whose affections she had no desire to capture. Levi watched her lips shift into a frown as she slipped her hand over to her right eye. Her eyes seemed to darken as she applied the liner.
He swallowed, "he loves you."
"Yeah, who doesn't?" She taunted, a plastic smirk on her lips as she tucked the pencil back into the purse. The woman rooted around in the bag a moment as she spoke, "at this point, I don't even want to think about it alright? I just want to get through this evening without any confrontation, come back, and sleep. Maybe for a day or two."
Sighing, Levi nodded, "alright." He ran a hand over his dark brown, tired eyes. He blinked at her back, only half conscious himself. "Anna?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you think we're ever going to be normal again?"
She quirked a brow, pulling out a small container of rouge. "Normal?"
"Like we were before the war."
"No." The woman turned, looking directly at him now. She told him honestly, "we're not."
"Oh." He looked away from her. "Okay."
With a sigh, she slipped her arms around him. Resting her head on his shoulder, she held him tight. "I'm sorry, baby."
He shook his head, locking his arms tightly around her waist. "It was a stupid question," Levi murmured, leaning his head against hers, "I kind of already knew the answer." His hand slipped up to her arm and he pulled her away. "I don't think I'll be able to fit in on the farm anymore."
She grinned at him, "Good, Canada has too many farm boys as it is."
"You can never have too many farm boys, Anna." The younger man tried to keep his face serious, but a light in his brown eyes gave him away.
"Try telling my mother that," She muttered.
He quirked a brow, "What?"
"What?" She echoed, turning back to the mirror. "Maybe you should go to college."
He blushed, "I can't afford college."
"You'll have your pension…maybe." Anna blinked, the thought of being a deserter suddenly coming to her mind. "Maybe we should just stay in France."
She'd honestly had no intention of leaving anyway, but the boy didn't know that. His dark brown eyes widened slightly, "we?"
"Yeah, you and me. Maybe Troy, if he wants to stay." She tossed the canister of blush back in the purse and pulled out a thin tube of lipstick. It was a pale, barely noticeable shade of nude pink. She smiled, not wanting to look like a painted up harlot. "I've really got no one to go back to, Lev. You're pretty much the only family I got."
"Oh." Levi smiled, "thanks, Anna."
"I mean, I have a couple sisters I never see, and a possessive mother, but I gotta say, darlin', I like you better."
His arms looped tightly around her waist and he jerked her to his chest. "Aw. You should come back to Yorkton with me."
"Ugh. No. Let go, farm boy." She struggled in his grasp a few moments before he relented and released her.
"What's wrong with Yorkton?" He demanded. "At least they speak English there."
"Good point." Her attention went back to the mirror, and she applied the coloring, although dim, to her full lips. She didn't bother with mascara, not knowing how to properly apply it and tilted her head at the reflection looking back at her.
"You look nice." Levi assured her, "…but I still think you should talk to Donny."
"I will," She promised, "when I get back. Give him some time to cool off. Give me some to think of what I'm going to say."
"Just tell the truth." The boy said, taking the dress out of the purse and holding it to his chest. He sent her a smirk before dropping it over his arm.
"The truth?" she echoed, even though she knew what was coming.
"You love him, and no other man is going to take you away from him."
Snickering she took the dress from his hands, "you know what, Lev, you don't need college. You're too smart for your own good already."
The young man grinned at her. He put a hand on her shoulder, telling her, "be careful."
"I will." She said, nodding as she shooed him out of the room. "Now let me get changed."
-Ten minutes later-
"Levi? Have you seen my knife?"
The Basterds looked up as Anna entered the makeshift dining room. It was only Omar and Wicki, but their jaws dropped at the sight of her. She was dressed in a fashion that could lead one to believe she could have been the church's Sunday school teacher rather than an infamous mutilating nurse.
She quirked a brow at them, not paying any mind to their reactions to her, "have you seen Levi?"
"Uh…um," Omar blinked, snapping himself out of it, "he's upstairs with Hirschberg."
"Oh, okay, thanks guys."
They nodded still a tad wide eyed as she disappeared from sight. They didn't seem to notice she was bare foot. "You saw that too, right?"
Wicki nodded, "uh-huh."
"And, she was all covered up? Dressed like…like…" He snapped his fingers, searching for the words.
"A young lady?"
"That's it." Omar shook his head.
-Upstairs-
"Where is it? Where is it?" Levi shrieked throwing various things from his pack. "Shit!"
"What's wrong?" Gerald asked, not getting up from his bed.
"I took Anna's knife and now I can't find it."
"Is it a bowie knife? Wooden handle? Real sharp?"
The younger man's head whipped up, "How'd-"
Hirschberg pointed to the offending object laying on the dresser next to a lamp. Levi grinned at him, "thanks!"
"No problem." He looked over at the door as it opened, his eyes widening slightly as he smirked, "well hello, Miss Anna."
She blushed faintly, "shut it, Hirschberg."
"What'd I say?" He asked, coyly. A wicked grin crossing his lips as he took note of her pink cheeks. "You just look nice is all."
Scoffing, she asked the Cohen boy for her knife. He sheathed it in its case before handing it to her, an expression similar to Gerald's on his face. "You do look nice, Ann."
"Thanks," she tucked the knife into a small pocket located inside her pale yellow sweater. It clashed with the light blue colour of the dress, but she didn't know the first thing about fashion so she shrugged it off.
"Where're your shoes?"
Her blush darkened, "Um…"
"Oh, god, Anna, they're just heels."
"I'm five ten, I don't need heels!"
The boys laughed at her embarrassment. With a groan she turned and marched out of the room. She walked smack dab into Donny. He peered down at her through thick dark lashes, his eyes going from her made up face to her bare feet. He smirked at them, but said nothing as he sidestepped her.
Her heart dropped into her stomach, a twinge of rejection settling under her skin as the door behind her closed. But she shook it off after a moment, going to find proper foot wear…even though she knew she'd end up in those wretched kitten heels.
A/n: i missed writing Levi. I have another chapter done too, which should be up soon. I'm not sure when Girl will be done. Sorry for the wait, some shit's been going on over her...
Also; it's Rememberance Day. I expect you all had a moment of silence or prayer.