When Arthur and Gilbert were asleep, Alfred got up from his bed in the train and walked back to the balcony. There, he ripped the documents to shreds before throwing them off the train. Nobody would ever find those papers back.

The next obstacle was even more difficult, papers weren't guarded but prisoners most certainly were. Alfred thought for a moment if it was still a good idea , but he couldn't go back now anymore, he had already destroyed the files and replaced them.

Alfred closed his eyes, feeling the cold evening air around him. He had a plan, but it wasn't very clear. If something went wrong, he would be accused of treason, Gilbert would be considered a nazi and Ludwig a escapee.

Any mistake would result in huge troubles. But if the plan worked, the benefits were also huge.
Alfred returned inside, rummaging through his suitcase, occasionally checking over his shoulder if no one was watching him.

It was an uniform, an American one. He had stolen it at the laundromat. Alfred checked his watch, he knew every time at 2.00 AM the guards switched.

In the German camp, the guards that were on duty waited for the others to replace them. Alfred had noticed that, although it was protocol, the Americans didn't really care for those rules, nothing every happened.

Alfred checked his watch and cursed softly, he had only 5 minutes left. He quickly hid the uniform beneath his clothes, before walking to Gilberts bunk to wake him up.

He held a finger vertically before his lips to make sure he had to stay quiet, from the look of Gilberts eyes, he could clearly see the German wasn't very happy about being woken up in the middle of the night.

Alfred signed Gilbert to follow. When they were far enough away from Arthur, he started talking. ''Don't ask, just do. You must talk to those guards for at least ten minutes. I don't care what you talk about, just keep them busy.'' He whispered, pointing at the new guards who were getting ready to go to replace the others.

Gilbert sent him a not understanding look, but he did as he was asked. The guards didn't seem really happy when they saw Gilbert, although proven Gilbert wasn't a nazi, they still considered him one.

Alfred lit a cigarette on the balcony, just in front of the last wagon, where the prisoners were locked up. He waited until 2.00 AM. The only thing the Americans were very punctual about, was the end of their shift. Two noisy guards left the last wagon, walked over the small bridge between the two and walked into the next one.

That was the moment when Alfred threw his cigarette away and stepped into the last wagon. It was much colder than in the other ones, six doors, three on each side. Alfred grabbed the map on the table. Left middle was Ludwigs door.

He grabbed the pencil and scratched the name away, underneath it he wrote four letters. Died
Alfred hoped the guards would just assume the German had died on the train and was thrown off. He at least hoped they wouldn't start an investigation.

After he had done that, he looked for the keys. His heart sank in his shoes when he found out there weren't any. He had actually hoped the guards were that stupid that they would just leave the keys.

Alfred was well aware that he had not much time left, he rummaged through his pockets to find something he could use. From the files he had destroyed, he found a paperclip. For a moment, he stared at it. Would it work?

He bended the paperclip like he had read in so much books. Adrenaline rushing through his veins, he stepped towards the door on the left, the one in the middle.

The metal turned a few times in the lock before Alfred heard a click, and indeed, when he tried to open the door, it slightly did.

Alfred looked at his watch, 5 more minutes. He stepped into the cell, hoping it was the correct one and hoping they didn't had put the prisoners randomly in the cells.

Two piercing blue eyes stared back from the darkness. Alfred sighed relieved, got the uniform and threw it to Ludwig. ''You got two minutes, do what I say and I can get you out of here''

Ludwig stared at him in surprise before quickly unbuttoning his shirt and throwing on the American one. Alfred left the cell, checking if Gilbert had succeeded in keeping them busy.

In less than two minutes, Ludwig was out of his cell. It looked a bit weird, the uniform was a bit too small and Alfred wasn't used to see the German in an Allied uniform.

Alfred grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the wagon, over the bridge and onto the balcony. He saw the guards walking towards them.

The American quickly pulled out two cigarettes, litting them and handing one to Ludwig. ''Don't look'' he warned him, before turning his back to the balcony and bridge, staring into the darkness.

He could only hope Ludwig got the hint and wouldn't make eye contact with the guards. Alfred heard the door open and the guards get out of the wagon. Alfred tried to act as normal as possible. Well, as possible, how normal could you act when you just freed a German prisoner of war and guards were walking next to you, only half a meter away.

His heart slowed down when he heard the guards walk to the last wagon. They hadn't noticed Ludwig as an escapee. He threw the cigarette away and looked shortly at the stars, just like the stars on the American flag. He didn't feel like a traitor, he had done the right thing.

''Ey, you!'' Alfred pinned his nails in the railing of the balcony, his heart pumped the adrenaline through his veins. The guards had stopped…

((I love cliffhangers, especially when I'm the one writing XD))