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Warning: AU –Second World War

M-Rated!Contains coarse language, violent imaginary related to the context of war, and sex.

I do not own South Park. I do not own anything. I wish I was that f* genius!

Herr Cartman and Kyle sat together in the Nazi's office.

They sat silent opposite each other, the desk between them. They switched worried looks once in a while, but dared not to utter one single word. All their attention went to small radio. The electronic voice that came out of it spoke in a depressed anxious tone. Herr Cartman eyes' lifted for the thousandth time toward Kyle, so he could see the face of his companion. The redhead was very pale, he had dark rings under his eyes and the Nazi would swear he had lost some weight too. Kyle wasn't taking the last developments of the war very well. He was of course glad it was ending and was jubilant that, soon, Jews would be free again. But the anticipation for the day they would be departed was consuming him. And Herr Cartman knew exactly how it felt, because he too had been suffering internally, knowing it was a matter of time for destiny to rip them apart.

Herr Cartman had it all planned out. Actually, it had been Kyle, almost a year ago, that came up with a brilliant escape plan. It was thanks to him that today Herr Cartman had a fake identity and travel documents. It was thanks to the Jew that the Nazi had a suit ready so he would pass on as an ordinary civilian. Just like his baggage, which included a selection of riches he would carry with him. It was Kyle who had insisted to contact Craig in January this year, because of his piloting skills. And short after, Craig had informed Herr Cartman he had already arranged a plane that was prepared to leave at any moment.

On the other side, Herr Cartman had provisioned everything Kyle would need for his own survival, after Germany's capitulation. He gave him clear instructions to hide until Dachau was freed by the Allies. Just like he made Kyle rehearse all the fake stories and well-thoughts lies he would have to tell the world about his stay at Herr Cartman's condominium. Nobody was to suspect a thing about their relationship, above all, about Kyle's master plan in the Nazi's escape, or they would lynch him at the spot. The fat Nazi also gave him a generous sum of money for emergency, which he would have to hide at all times under his clothes. Kyle had now Butters' address and contact. He was to meet the blond in Munich, who would assist him further in reuniting his family. Finally, he fat Nazi had allowed Kyle to phone Stan in a regular basis, so the Jew was able to talk with his family for the final details of their meeting after the war.

"The German Forces in Berlin are completely encircled by the Soviets Armies, composed by the Belorussian and Ukrainian Fronts*. I repeat, the German armies are completely surrounded…" The tense voice coming from the radio said. There was a pause and a sound that could only be a heavy defeated sigh. "We can as well just admit it. It's only a matter of days, perhaps even hours, now… Germany has fallen. We lost the war."

Herr Cartman switched off the radio and picked up the phone to dial a number. Kyle stared at him mute, wondering how he could remain this cool. It was, after all, his world that was crumbling apart. His Führer that was being mercilessly defeated. His dream of the Third Reich of one single superior race vanish into thin air. The Jews would continue existing and multiplying. Herr Cartman should be desperate. But, in the other hand, since when was this a novelty? The summer of 1943 announced the long awaited fall of Germany. During almost two years, Germany had suffered more losses than triumphs. Then, in February this year, practically the whole world declared in war to the Nazis**. So why should Herr Cartman be desperate, when he already knew this would happen? When all he did was sit down and wait for the inevitable to happen?

"Did you hear the news?...Yes, it is time indeed… In three hours?...Yes, I'll be ready by then. See you later." The fat Nazi put down the phone, repressed a sigh and the urge to look at Kyle. He could just imagine the jew's heartbroken expression. Instead, he stood up, walked to a table nearby, grabbed two glasses and poured whiskey in them. He sat back on his chair, gave one glass to Kyle and drank his own. The Jew looked at the whiskey with a lost expression but followed the fat Nazi's example. He sighed heavily when he placed the empty glass back on the table.

"I don't know how I should feel." Kyle finally broke the tense silence with a whisper.

"Happy, obviously." Herr Cartman's said in a matter-of-fact tone. His voice was so steady and self-assured, not denouncing any trace of unhappiness, revolt or anger; that Kyle lifted his head to look at him in surprise. "The war has ended. Soon Hitler will be forced to officially surrender and admit Germany's capitulation." Kyle opened and closed his mouth, taken aback by Herr Cartman's rational and cool behavior, truly not knowing what to say. The fat Nazi smiled at the Jew's stunned expression. "Soon, you'll be free. All Jews will be free. It's the end of the camps, of the gas chambers, or torture and suffering. It's all you ever wished for. Celebrate it."

"It's true. I'll be free. Everybody will be free… I'll be rejoined with my family, be able to rebuild my life and realize my dreams." Kyle said with a sad smile. "But my heart cries at the knowledge it will all happen without you." Herr Cartman had to fight back the knot that wanted to give away in his throat and cursed the Jew for being this sincere and melodramatically romantic. "I wish I could go with you." Kyle whispered, his eyes shining bright, but remaining dry. The fat Nazi knew he was struggling as much as he to not give into his emotions. It was crucial they remained strong.

"I wish too, but we both know it's out of question. It would be madness if you came with me. I don't want your people to point you as a traitor. I don't think they will show any mercy to you."

"What if I don't care?" Kyle questioned and Herr Cartman grimaced. He had feared for this. He had feared Kyle would give into his weakness, into his love for him. He had feared Kyle would be ready to sacrifice everything just to be with him and endanger his own life. As much as he wanted to give into his impulses and beg for the Jew to come with him, he knew he could not allow that. He could not bring himself to risk Kyle's life just to be with him. He didn't want Kyle to make this kind of sacrifice for him.

"You're saying that now, but later on you'll regret it. You'll realize too late you made the wrong choice and threw away a life full of new possibilities."

"But Eric…"

"No, Kahl. I know what you'll say and believe me, I feel exactly the same way as you do. And I wish you could come too, but I would never be able to live with the idea I would be jeopardizing your life. Not again. Not anymore." Herr Cartman quickly said, not allowing Kyle to finish his phrase, to complete his chain of thoughts, to argue back. Otherwise Kyle would win, their well-thought plan would go down the drain and they would leave together to meet their doom. Herr Cartman felt the air be caught in his throat tightening the feeling of the knot in it. Kyle's green eyes stared at him stubbornly. They were filled of hurt. But then he closed his eyes for mere seconds, breathed deep and when he opened them again, green was still filled of pain but was also calm.

"You're right." Kyle bitterly admitted. He knew it had to be like this. They had analyzed all possibilities together, sketched all kinds of scenarios and came to the conclusion this was the safest way for both of them. Even though it meant they would have to be separated. "But you must know, I won't be able to live my life fully until the day you return."

…

Herr Cartman walked down the staircase, dressed in civil clothes and holding a small brown suitcase on his right hand. He noticed the house was silent. He knew this heavy silence wasn't natural. It was a silence made out of grief. He peeked into Kyle's little office, but the Jew wasn't there. He sighted and looked for him in the living room. Not finding him there either, he walked to the kitchen. Chef was standing with his back to him, washing the dishes and listening to the news about the latest triumphs of the Allies.

"Has Hitler already surrendered?" Herr Cartman asked in a low voice. Chef startled, not hearing him entering. He quickly turned around and saw the apprehensive look in his boss's face.

"No, not yet." The dark man said. "There have been no news about him. But, it seems to be one big chaos in Berlin. The Soviet army is arresting many high officers… others have, meanwhile, killed themselves. I guess they prefer death to imprisonment."

"I guess." Herr Cartman said in a sigh. "Did you see Kalh?"

"He's outside, my lord." Alfred appeared at the door. Both Nazi and the cook turned to the butler. "Mr. Tucker has just arrived." Herr Cartman felt his heart speed up at the thought the redhead was alone with the other Nazi and impulsively rushed outside without adding another word. He was surprised when he saw both teenagers engaged in a quiet conversation.

"Craig." The fat Nazi called out, his voice sounding powerful and dominant. The dark-haired boy paled at the angry sound and instinctively took a step backwards.

"It's cool, Herr Cartman. We were just talking about the last developments of the war." Kyle quickly reassured the fat Nazi, who arched an eyebrow in disbelief. He stared suspiciously at Craig, but seeing how calm Kyle was, it only could be true.

"The airplane is at a small private airbase at about 32 miles from here. And I've been just informed that the American troops have entered the Bavaria region. They continue to move from westwards, so we must rush. I think they will reach Dachau in one or two days."

"Very well." Herr Cartman coolly said and Craig entered the car to start the motor. The fat Nazi turned around. Chef and Alfred stood at the doorstep with apprehensive and saddened expressions. He walked to them.

"I made this for you." Chef handed a large brown paper bag over the fat Nazi, full of tasty food. "Take care of yourself." Herr Cartman nodded, suddenly realizing he was going to miss his large dark friend, this man who had proved to be loyal, understanding and supporting since his childhood.

"You too. And watch over Kahl for me." Herr Cartman almost whispered and Chef nodded, fighting back the tears, when the fat Nazi gave him a rare hug.

"I will make sure the cellar's entrance is concealed." Alfred said, referring to the space Kyle and Chef would have to hide after Herr Cartman's departure, to make sure both of them would be spared from any deranged madness that could emerge in the camp. Several SS-officers had transmitted via the radio pleas to kill as many Jews as possible before the camps would fall into the hands of the enemy. How? It was irrelevant. As long as they died. Herr Cartman knew there many camps now where Jews were being massively gassed or shot. "I'll only open the door when I'm sure the Allies are in the camp and that it's safe for them to go out. You have my word."

"I know Alfred. Thank you." Herr Cartman said while they shook hands, a gesture they shared for the very first time as friends and not as employer and employee. The fat Nazi turned around. Kyle was standing a bit ahead, his back to him. He was watching Craig's car make the turn to exit the camp. The fat Nazi walked over to Kyle and, although he said nothing, he knew the redhead would hear his heavy footsteps. They stood a while next to each other. Craig had just positioned the car and waited for Herr Cartman.

"I guess this is goodbye." Kyle whispered, without facing him. His green eyes were instead focused on the black car ahead of him.

"For now." Herr Cartman casually said, hiding his emotions. Kyle's eyes shifted from Craig's car to the fat Nazi. He looked awful. So pale, so pained. If the Soviets would arrive now and see him, they would believe any lie he would tell about mistreat and torture. The internal suffering was this visible and present in his face. Herr Cartman stared into his green eyes. They were watery, but remained dry. They were hurt and they were scared. Scared to lose him. "I will come back to you. No matter how long it will take, I promise you, I will return to you."

"And I will wait for you." Kyle promised back. They switched pained looks. Herr Cartman rested his large hand on the Jew's cheek and kissed him desperately, knowing this would be the last time he would kiss him for a long time. He kissed Kyle in front of Chef and Alfred. He knew Craig could see them from the back mirror. It was the first time he kissed Kyle in public and openly. But he didn't care. Because he needed this as much as Kyle needed. To kiss this one last time, so they wouldn't forget how it felt being together. How it felt to be complete. To be one. Their lips departed with a gasp, their hearts bouncing and imploring to stay together. "Go." Kyle whispered, his green eyes irradiating pain and love. "Go now."

His whisper was a plea, because he knew if they stayed another second like this, they would never be able to separate, to go ahead with the plan. They would destroy all their chances in surviving. And so Herr Cartman nodded, quickly turned around and paced hastily to the car. He entered it without looking back one single time. But as the car drove away, he could see Kyle in the mirror. The redhead stood firm and strait, his gaze fixed on the car that distanced quickly. Herr Cartman knew his green eyes were full of determination and courage. Herr Cartman knew Kyle would be fine. Because he knew Kyle was strong. He would come out of any difficult situation. Herr Cartman's lips drew an involuntary soft smile. He admitted to himself that he admired the Jew's willpower. The figure of the redhead became smaller and smaller until it merged and disappeared in the vast landscape behind him. Herr Cartman's smile faded away. Although his eyes were dry, his heart was crying loudly.

Farewell, Kahl.

He already missed his Jew.

…

Kyle stood immobile until the car disappeared in a bend, far away in the distance. Herr Cartman was gone. He sighed and could feel his whole body tremble from distress. Herr Cartman was gone. The redhead remained a while silent, eyes fixed on the landscape ahead of him. He almost expected to see the car return and Herr Cartman step out of it to return to him. But he knew this would not happen. As much as it would warm his heart, it would be the unwise and dangerous thing to do. Kyle's gaze remained disconnected of this world, lost somewhere far, far away. Then the sound to footsteps behind him woke him up from his trance. He turned around to see Chef standing right behind him.

"We need to stick to the plan." The dark man said and Kyle smiled awkwardly. This new pain was stinging his chest so badly. It hurt so much, the intensity was so great, so overwhelming, that it made it difficult for him to breathe. He barely could keep it inside. But as panicked, desperate, anxious and scared as he felt, he bore with it. I will come back to you. No matter how long it will take, I promise you, I will return to you. Herr Cartman's promise still echoed in his ears. And Kyle knew he told the truth. So he lifted his eyes to Chef.

"Yes, we need to stick to the plan."

A/N

While writting this chapter, I almost wish this war didn't end. I'm sure its too many Cartman influences. Will be needing therapy by the end of the story! Hate goodbyes...

*In the 24th April 1945, the forces of the 1st Belorussian Front and the 1st Ukrainian Front (Soviet troops) linked up in the initial encirclement of the German forces in Berlin, which was completed on the 27th April (the day Herr Cartman leaves Dachau in this Fanfic). Yet, Germany only surrendered three days later, on the 30th April, after Hitler's suicide.

**When it became clear that Germany had no any possible way of defeating the Allies, several countries in the world declared war to Germany. This happened mainly in February 1945 (1st Feb – Ecuador; 8th Feb – Paraguay; 12th Feb – Peru, 15th Feb – Venezuela; 25th Feb – Turkey; 26th – Syria and 28th March – Argentina)