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Feliciano's point of view

I knock the door a few times, holding the child's hand in mine. The little Jewish boy looks up at me, being all scared.

"Ja? Come in "

I open the door and enter my bedroom, the little boy clinging to my leg.

Ludwig's on my bed , stunned to see the boy.

The child holds back a scream, his eyes widen upon seeing Ludwig. He clutches the little stuffed animal against his chest.

" But mr. Feliciano .. he's . .. he's a .. German!"

I hug the boy. " Yes he's a German, but he's a nice German. He won't hurt you"

Ludwig offers him his hand. " Hi little man, I'm Ludwig. What's your name?"

The boy shakes his hand, not daring to look at him. " My name's Schmuell"

" Nice to meet you , Schmuell. You brought a friend?" He points at the stuffed animal.

Schmuell's still staring at the ground. " Yes sir, I always take mister bear with me"

" That's great, looks like it won't be so boring to stay in this room"

I stroke the child's hair. "He's a nice person, you see? There's nothing to be scared of"

" The German's are always nice when you first meet them.. just to earn your trust.. my father warned me about them"

I expect Ludwig to become angry at this but he just smiles at Schmuell and takes his hand again.

" I won't hurt you.. I promise" Schmuell finally looks up at him, he seems to get lost in Ludwig's sky blue eyes.

" You look harmless.."

" I am, don't worry. We'll become friends"

Schmuell smiles a little, the scared look disappearing from his face.

" Schmuell why don't you just play with mister bear for a while? I want to talk to Ludwig" I offer.

The boy nods and goes playing with mister bear on the ground on the other side of the bedroom.

I sit down next to Ludwig and whisper. " You're good with children , you really are"

He looks at me, wearing a horrified expression.

" Ludwig, what's wrong?"

He quickly smiles again. " I was think .. . eh it's nothing."

What was he just thinking about..? " Well I think he likes you, that's a good thing. I'm going to buy weapons with Lovino for the Resistanza, it's quite dangerous but don't worry I'll just be waiting inside the car.

" Be careful anyway, I don't want to lose you" He kisses me softly.

" I will " I wink at him. " Bye Schmuell, I'll be back soon, bye Ludwig"

...

Two weeks later...

Ludwig's point of view

I've been in the same room with Schmuell for more than two weeks and he finally trusts me. He's a sweet child, who's playing silently with his toy all the time , sometimes he even asks me to play along.

The seven year old boy gets onto the bed, staring at me with his innocent brown eyes.

I smile at him. " Do you have any friends, Schmuell? Or a girlfriend?"

The boy shakes his head. " No my classmates used to bully me all the time because I'm Jewish.. and ugly. That's why I don't have a girlfriend either. I wish I was beautiful, just like you. Then I would have lots of friends and all the girls would love me"

" But you are beautiful"

" No I'm not, I hate my curly dark hair.. " He's still staring at me, almost studying me.

" Man, you are handsome. Your hair is like the sun on a beautiful summer day, your eyes are blue like the sky.. Your cheeks , it's like you're blushing all the time. They're the color of the little flowers my father used to buy for my mother. It's just everything about you.. it makes me jealous"

"Don't be jealous, you should become a writer you know.. the way you describe things, it's wonderful, especially for someone your age"

" Thank you.."

"Where's your family now ?"

"They are transported to a working camp in Poland. Have you ever been to one?"

I immediately regret asking him about his parents, even though I could have expected that answer."Yes I've been to many of them"

"Do they have to work very hard? "

"Yes they do"

"But if they work hard enough they will be free someday right?"

I don't know how to respond to this question.. Should I lie to him? Or should I tell him the truth?

" Yes they will, I'm sure they're doing fine.. they probably made lots of friends, because they are with many other Jewish people"

Many gunshots can be heard outside again and Schmuell quickly shifts closer to me, burrying his head in my shirt.

" The Americans are coming closer, you shouldn't be afraid for those gunshots.. I'm the one who should be afraid. "

" What will they do to you, if they find you?"

" They will capture me.. and when they find out I'm not just a soldier but an important SS officer, they will hurt me.. maybe kill me. I'm not sure"

The boy looks terrified. "How could they hurt you ? You're barely an adult.. and they are supposed to be the good guys"

"I'm 21 years old. .. and It's difficult to explain, it's just that weird things happen in a war"

The sound of the gunshots is coming closer to the house and I feel slightly scared.

" You look like you really need a hug"

I look at him, surprised. He wraps his tiny arms around me and hugs me tightly.

" Danke" I swallow nervously from both the gunshots and the child's touch. Even if he's just a little boy I don't know how to handle a kind gesture like a hug, I'm just not used to it and it always makes me feel nervous, except when Feliciano's the one touching me.

"It's funny how everytime I'm close to you, your adams apple starts bobbing up and down"

I ignore him and light a cigarette.

" You really smoke a lot" The child smiles at me.

"You really talk a lot" I stick out my tongue.

" Feliciano's right.. you are funny"

I jump up. " Did Feliciano speak to you about me?"

The child laughs again. " You're interested now eh? Yes, yesterday when I was allowed to go downstairs for a while because it was very quiet on the streets, he told me he thinks you're funny and handsome and that everytime you touch him, he gets this funny feeling."

I blush deeply. " Did he say anything else?"

"He told me how you got those scars on your wrists.. because I was curious why you always pull away when I try to look at them" Schmuell takes both of my wrists and traces the thick scars with his little fingers, then places a small childish kiss on each wrist. "Feliciano told me that when I place a kiss upon them, you would feel better.. Well do you?"

" Oh eh.. yes I already feel better. Danke" I ruffle his hair, smiling at the thought of Feliciano tellling him this.

"What exactly did he tell you?"

" He told me about a very evil guy who hold you captive in your own house and tried to kill you twice, and how you were like a damsel in distress and Feliciano himself was like a true knight and he saved you from that evil guy."

"That's just great... and you believe that?" I can't help but smile at Feliciano's little fairytale he made up for the child even though part of it is true.

" Yes of course" The child nods.

Feliciano comes in smiling at the way the child's clinging to me.

"Hi sweetheart. You two became good friends I see"

"That's right" I get up from the bed and hesistantly take a few steps to close the distance between us. "Hmm meine Liebe, kiss me"

He kisses me passionately. "Ludwig I'm so proud of you, you're getting better at walking everyday"

"Ja, maybe next week.." My hand travels down "I can carry you and.." That's when I remember Schmuell's still in the room. "and eh .. you know "

" Yes I know, that sounds quite exciting" He blushes.

A loud bang on the front door makes us all jump up.

" OPEN THE DOOR, WE NEED TO SEARCH THE HOUSE"

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