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Feliciano's point of view

I wake up to the sound of rain. Staring outside the window I wish for a more sunny day, it's summer after all . Ludwig's still asleep , curled up next to me.

I hear my father downstairs, probably making breakfast. Lovino already left the house to do whatever he does for the Resistanza, it's a secret after all.

Staring at the sleeping German next to me, I get a sad feeling.

Will he ever be able to defend himself again? What if he stays like this, then I should protect the both of us, but I'm weak . . I can fire a gun but I don't have Ludwig's military skills .. or his strength. What if my family finds out and doesn't want him to stay here? ... Then I will leave with him and we would be on our own.. It's a sad future.

The blonde lets out a few soft sounds while still dreaming and he seems to have no worries on his mind. His hair is sticking out in every direction. He looks .. cute.

My gaze falls upon the black leather bag standing in the corner of my bedroom. It's Ludwig's bag, yesterday I tried to collect a few personal belongings for him and put it in the bag.

I get up very slowly, careful not to wake him and decide to take a look in the bag to see if I put some useful things in it. The bag contains some of his clothes , his glasses and cigarettes. Then I find a photo album, I take it out of the bag and open it. I find photos of Ludwig as a baby with his parents, followed by teenage Ludwig with another man, he seems to be an albino. . Is that man his brother?

The last few photos were taken last year.. Ludwig and his brother, both proudly wearing their SS uniform. I put the album into the bag again and turn to my sleeping beauty. I touch his cheek , tracing the bruises down to his neck. Watching him closely I see deep cuts on his chest and stomach, some of them are already infected. His superior hurt him badly .. and I suddenly start to cry, thinking about Ludwig working very hard and always obeying orders.. and that bastard violating him. Ludwig was probably a very useful SS officer, will they go search for him? Do they think Ludwig killed that bastard and runaway? Or do they think he's kidnapped?

" Stop crying.." He keeps his voice low. I woke him up with my cries.

He smiles at me . " Guten Morgen, Liebling.." (Goodmorning my love) His strong arms are around my waist , hugging me tightly. He feels warm.. too warm. " Why are you crying?"

I blush. " It's nothing" I quickly wipe away the tears, because I don't want to remind him.

" How do you feel?" His skin is even paler than usual and he coughs into his pillow to reduce the sound.

" I'm feeling very well, waking up next to you makes me the happiest man alive. " he says smiling.

I smile sadly. " Please be honest with me.. Some of your wounds are infected and you seem to have a fever. If you need a doctor please tell me, I'll think about something.. I don't want you to die because of some stupid illness. My father knows a lot about medical stuff because my grandfather used to be a doctor."

" Your father will never help an ex SS officer .."

I sigh not knowing what to say .

" Why don't you go downstairs and have breakfast with your father, you must be hungry. I'll hide in the closet again"

When I return to my bedroom after having breakfast with my father I quickly open the closet door to find Ludwig curled up.

Sweat's dripping down his face and he's shaking.

" Feli... I I need to . . need to throw up"

I quickly search for a bucket or something, but of course there's no bucket in my bedroom, only a flower pot and I decide that will do.

After he threw up into the pot I turn to him. " We need to tell my father, you're definitely sick. "

"Bitte don't ! just don't.. He will kill me." He kneels for me " Bitte I'm begging you"

That's when the door swings open. We didn't hear someone coming upstairs. My father's standing in the doorway, a confused expression onto his face.

Ludwig quickly stands, he seems to be afraid.

" What's this? Feliciano answer me! "

NOOO! What can I say?

" Father wait" I begin to stutter "He's ehm .. a German, but eh a traitor. The Nazi's are his enemies too , he even killed one of them! also he's sick and traumatized after being hurt by them."

" Do you think I would believe this?" My father cocks an eyebrow. " Do you even realise what you're doing! A German in our house!"

" I can't leave him on his own the nazi's will kill him! He can't even fire a gun , not even move his fingers very well. He's harmless! And he wants to help us!"

My father stares at him, looking him up and down.

" Father, he's only twenty-one years old. Please don't kick him out and leave him to die"

Ludwig offers my father his hand. " I'm Ludwig Beilschmidt , nice to meet you Sir"

My father doesn't shake his hand and ignores him.

" How do you think Lovino will react?"

" It's your house so you decide" I'm worried. Please father please

" I want to know the whole story and I will discuss this with your brother." I sigh. Lovino will never accept a German in our house, except maybe if he may use him like a slave. Grrr please God help me.

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