Author's note: I would like to let you all know I do not own anything in relation to Inglourious Basterds, except the plot of this Fic, and the OCs. If any lyrics appear in here, I don't own any of those either. Please Pay attention to the change in text type in the dialouge. It is quiet important to the language that is being spoken. A few times I may say what language it is, but still pay attention to the colors.

German is Bold

French is Italicized

Italian is Underlined

English is the normal text

My slumber was eagerly jolted in the morning, and as I started to come to my senses I heard the sounds of footsteps throughout my room. They rustled, not concealing their movements from my ears; they wanted to be heard. "Donny?"

"Get dressed the Basterds are here," that got my normally sluggish routine in gear. "Wow, if that was all I had to say to get you ready faster..." I rolled my eyes. Donny's childish antics were not something I wanted to wake up to. As much as I liked the childish Donny over Bear Jew Donny, it was simply way too early in the morning to put up with it. It was bad enough I'd have to deal with it all day long, in the most inappropriate of times.

"God, you are such a sour puss!" Donny grabbed my wrist and tugged me to him, immediately dropping my wrists though. He eyed them skeptically, then turned his attention back to me. "Where's the bracelet I gave you?"

"On my wrist," I responded, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Ever since he had given it to me as a gift, I hadn't taken it off.

"No, it's not! How could you lose it!?" Donny grabbed at his hair and tugged on it a few times, my mind now comprehending that his fingers had hit bare skin. Letting my eyes trail back to the furious boy working at his hair, I was surprised it didn't come out in two thick clumps.

He stepped away from me, and slammed the door as he left my room, putting the point of his anger across to me. My mind traced over my steps last night as I got dressed, trying desperetly to remember what happened. There was no way it had fallen off in the streets, it had to be at the bar. I shut my eyes, taking in a deep breath.

Great. Just fucking great.

"Ana! Get yerh ass out here!" I fastened the last button on my shirt, grumbling to myself. Any of the other Basterds didn't get this treatment, and I was convinced that I deserved a little more respect from Aldo. He could damn well wait for me. This was my house after all! "Donnowitz! Go get her and bring her out here."

I kept going about my business. ignoring Donny's tromping steps. Knowing full well just how his anger was, I simply wished to irk him further. "Ana, we can do this the easy way or the hard way." I grinned at the light amusement behind the stern tone.

"And when have I ever done things the easy way?" my tone held its own humor along with a smirk. Donny shrugged his shoulders somewhat innocently, yawned, and stopped in front of me.

"Suit yourself then." Donny lifted me like a sack of potatoes and carried me out of my room, past the living room, and into the back spare bedroom. It was the perfect place for a covert meeting, the only light was from one window that Donny couldn't even reach on his tip toes. If anyone attempted to spy on us, we'd know and have enough time to escape, perhaps only losing one of two of us at most.

Donny dumped me on the floor, letting me land awkwardly on my elbow and shoulder. Light chuckles were smothered as soon as they were past closed lips, the somber silence only being broken for a few seconds.

"Thank you for the entertainment this morning Ana," chuckled that southern drawl, and before were more giggles were let loose, Aldo paused for it to die down. "Moving on, we here have some important business to attend to." he leaned forward, placing his left hand on his knee. "It's about your involvement in Operation Kino."

I quickly picked myself up and perched myself on an arm rest. This was something I couldn't mess around with, and it was the entire reason I was with the Basterds. "Go on."

Aldo grinned at my reaction, "Thought that'd change your mind... Anyways. Operation Kino is our plan to knock out the Third Reich. We'll take care of explosives and other things we'd need later. What we need you to do is get close enough to Colonel Hans Landa so you can kill him. Before the premier preferably. Now we know his favorite bar is a place called..."

"Erik's," I supplied like clockwork, not even thinking to quickly make up some background story that could possibly save my ass.

"How'd you know that?" suspicion in Aldo's voice was not hidden from me, confirming my previous thoughts. Quickly pulling myself up an excuse, I turned to Aldo without even blinking my eye or changing my expression.

"Because I've been working on a separate mission myself, and I happened to meet him there just last night while gathering information." a slight smirk came out on my face as Aldo's eyes flickered through several emotions, hatred being the most obvious as he was left out of the planning process. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to keep his consistent front up in front of the Basterds.

"What's this separate Mission? What about the information you gathered?" his heavy southern drawl was starting to skip and break, showing off his weakness. He was now playing the mouse in this game, and that was the one part he wanted to avoid. Aldo Raine was the cat, not the mouse.

I smirked. "It's on a need to know basis, and I don't see any need for you to know Aldo." Aldo grunted in irritation. I finally was pulling the wool over his eyes instead of it being the other way around.

"Anyways, if you can kill Landa it'll make our jobs a whole lot easier. We wouldn't have to worry so much about slipping up in French or whatever language we so choose. Got that?" the same irritation came out in his voice, and I let the smirk grow just a bit wider as I tapped my fingers against my jaw line.

I nodded, rolling my eyes slightly for emphases, "Kill the Jew Hunter. Not complicated." chuckles were again muffled. I was the only one who thought of showing Aldo any form of insubordination. Aldo gave a stern look to his men, and all of the stopping laughing. I kept a wide smirk on my face, sending Utivich a wink. He was still pink with laughter, only adding to admiration that he was the most innocent among all of the Basterds.

Getting up from my seat and stretching, I allowed Donny's eyes to follow my movements in an almost predatory like state of mind. I yawned slightly, setting my hands on my hips and looking at the boys expectantly. "You boys want breakfast?"

"I do, I'm starved!" Donny massaged his abdomen, much like he did every morning. His motives were so easy to guess, so easy to figure out that he very rarely produced any abnormalities to me.

"Certainly, it's the least you could do. And I'd like coffee. It's been a while since I enjoyed a proper cup." Aldo leaned back in his chair and gave me a mocking smile. My moment of triumphant insubordination was gone, and I had slid back down Aldo's ladder of respect to boot.

In the kitchen, I was kept on my toes. I was in now used to cooking for ten grown men who could eat like horses. God knows when their last decent meal was. I did okay; the eggs were maybe a little dry, but at least they weren't burnt and the pancakes were a slightly darker golden brown. "Sorry, I'm a little low on bacon boys..." everyone laughed. I used this joke every time, but I knew most of them would be disappointed if I didn't use it.

"Good job as always on the coffee," Aldo set the empty cup down, my insubordination seemingly forgotten. That factor alone was probably the only reason why I got along with Aldo so well; one moment we could be arguing and fighting for the others respect, then in the next breath we were like old school friends on the playground.

Breakfast was inhaled on the guys' parts. They began to get ready to leave, lifting their guns to their shoulders. "You should leave individually, at most in pairs. Patrols come around here more frequently then you think."

I grabbed the empty plates and used cutlery, heading towards my kitchen. Donny followed, his bat throw over one shoulder and the heavy iron skillet in the other. The smooth, passive, classic 'Bear Jew' expression was upon his face. Besides that, it almost would've been a hilarious picture inside a television set; this feared soldier holding a skillet like he was at home cooking for his mom again. "When will I see you again?"

Donny shrugged. "The boys 'n' I are heading out to the east side of Paris. We're looking at the Ritz, and then meeting up with some double agent actor woman.....Von Hammersmark or whatever. We gotta makes sure she checks out."

I nodded, that seemed about right. "A couple months at most then?" hating the pins that started to stab at my heart, I tried to keep my poker face strong. I wanted to remain as impassive as him about us, about everything in the war.

Donny nodded, kissing my cheek. I felt as if all he were doing was going off on a long business trip. Almost anyways, until Aldo walked in with his knife tucked behind his neck. "Ready Donowitz?"

"Yeah," Donny gave me a last glance before heading out the door with Aldo. They turned left, and walked until they came to a street corner, each of them going a separate way. I strained my eyes, trying to decipher their shapes as they disappeared finally and my heart hammered just a little harder. Turning back towards the remaining Basterds, I gave them a slight smile. "Who's next?"

Utivich stepped forward alone, walking straight down the block. Omar and Hirschberg stepped up next, and they turned to the right outside my door. Hugo was left alone, ready to leave. Biting my lip and remembering the sudden information that had seemed to leave me during my moment of triumph, I grabbed Hugo's arm lightly to grab his attention. "Hugo, can you tell Aldo I have plans to meet with Landa again? I'm not sure when, but I have the plans."

Hugo smiled at me, nodding his head slightly. He and I could have long conversations in German, but they rarely happened. One because we never saw each other, and two because the rest of the Basterds got paranoid that we were talking about them. Even if we did, it was just the paranoia of the war getting to them. "Just be careful of him. He's smarter and more cunning then he looks." Hugo embraced me lightly and kissed my cheek.

"Good luck," we whispered to each other as we let go. Watching him walk out the door, I lifted my eyes towards the sky.

To even begin to exceed at this, Lord knew we'd need it.

------HANS POV------

I stared at the quivering Frenchman before me.

He was caught sheltering Jews, and he had been brought to me. I was the one who needed to decide whether he would be shot or sent to a labor camp. The process was tedious to others, but to myself, it was an art.

I enjoyed questioning them for a few hours, finding their weak points. A few days in a cell brought the accused to their breaking points. Most fell on their knees, begging for death or release. There were of course, stronger in the bunch. Those few called for extraneous torture.

The man in front of me just so happened to be one of the stronger ones. His face was swollen, dried blood was clumped around his nose and lips. It made my stomach turn over looking at him; he was too closely associated with swine. "Are you ready to give up?" I rested my hand on the butt of my gun, fingering the safety slowly, taunting him, making his nerves stand on end.

"If you're going to kill me, just do it!"

A slow malicious smile spread on my face. "Put him in an empty room." the Private nearby nodded and pulled the weakened man off. I got to my feet, slowly following along. At this point a few weak threats could bend him to what I wanted.

I removed all my weapons at before going in; I had no reason to be armed, especially with a guard at the door. If he tried anything, all he would have is a few short-lived victorious seconds with his hands on me.

I sat down at the table and rested my hands on the edge for a few seconds. Leaning back casually, I lit a cigarette up. "Gestapo my Friend, why did you insist upon sheltering scum in your charming home?" the prisoner simply glared at the table. "You don't wish to speak? Such a pity your families' lives had to end today..." I waved the cigarette in my hand with finality.

"No, no! I was sheltering them, because they were friends.....And I thought I could keep them safe a little longer." his eyes looked heavily defeated, and a small giddy bubble rose in my chest.

"Is two years not long to you?" Gestapo's eyes met mine for the first time. Determination was fierce in his eyes.

"Forever would not be long enough shelter from you Nazis." lifting an eyebrow, I pondered upon his thoughts mockingly. I was certain he'd have to be shot now, but he still had some information I could use.

"Ah, well, I have just a few more questions for you. Every night, either just before curfew or a few hours after, a girl buys the morning's bread. Where does she live?"

Gestapo was silent; thinking. "I'm not sure, but she heads up past the cinema, and makes a left on that corner."

"Merci." Gestapo wrung his hands together, just realizing he had given me valuable information. I left the room without further conversation, giving my orders to the Private.

"Kill the baker." I left out the other information I had been given. That was for my own use, I would possibly confide it to someone else at another time.

"Anything else, Sir?"

"No, but I am leaving for lunch, make sure you take the trash out before I get back." the Private snapped to attention and nodded stiffly.

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The sun shone brightly outside, delicious scents catching under my nose. Before I could follow any of them, however, I had other business to attend to. My hand fluttered over the pocket that the bracelet resided in. I tipped my hat a bit lower and walked past two jewelry stores.

I couldn't trust just any jewelry store with someone's prized possession, whether they were a spy or not. I had first considered sending it back to Germany to be fixed by the finest, but I knew sooner was better. I could only imagine how Ana felt; that slight naked feeling she was dealing with. There was no familiar jangle of the leaves, nor the bump of the metal on her wrist to set a pace to her walk. It was like myself walking around without a gun; it just didn't happen.

The last available jewelry store was in the more rundown neighborhood of closed shops and empty homes. Paris was beginning to lose its' charm. It was a shame there had been Jews living and owning the other places.

This place was owned by a short, stout Frenchman who would make easy work of this bracelet. The jewelry store was clean and neat, the letters stenciled upon the front window in a neat arch. The walls inside were white-washed, and kept immaculate; I could see myself in the window on the door. One aisle sat in the store, with two low glass display cases. Varying pieces of jewelry stuck out to me, ranging from intricate to simple. It was all work of a master.

I removed my hat as the owner came into the main room of the store, his arms crossed against his chest. "May I help you sir?"

"I have some jewelry that needs fixing. Could you repair it?" the owner scoffed at me, obviously detesting my hints that he couldn't perform the simple task I bestowed upon him.

"No doubt. Let me see the piece." I gently removed the bracelet from my pocket and laid it on the counter. "This will be simple to fix. Ten minutes at the most." he took the bracelet and disappeared in the back.

Five minutes later, The jeweler came out of the back room, a box in one hand and the bracelet in the other. "So you can examine it."

I lifted the bracelet into the air, smiling at the perfection. The box slid neatly into my pocket, and I walked off towards the cafe, a new bounce in my step. People moved out of my way as I passed, giving me nearly the whole side walk.

My cafe was not busy, only a few patrons beside myself. I looked around slowly, trying to see who was in the place. I held myself higher as I noticed Ana sitting in a seat by the window. Her back was to me, and she still hadn't noticed me. "May I show you to your seat Colonel?"

"No, not today Maria, I have a friend I am meeting." I approached Ana's table slowly, nodding my head to other German Officers. I touched her shoulder lightly. "May I join you?"

Ana nodded, a playful smile on her face.. "If I would have known I'd be seeing you so soon. I would have put more effort into how I looked." I glanced at what she wearing; the white long sleeved blouse hung lose and wrinkled off her, a scarf hastily tied around her neck. She probably wore slacks and ankle boots.

Over all, though quite messy, she could pull it off. "I think you look wonderful."

Ana looked into her empty cup, her high cheek bones coated in pink. I grinned, enjoying how flustered she got. I was used to women wanting to be with me, but normally they were older, closer to my age; not young and gorgeous American girls like Ana. Grabbing her hand from across the table, I smiled a bit more at her. "It seems you are missing a bracelet."

Ana pulled her arm away, looking incredibly uncomfortable. "Yes, I lost it just last night, and I'm very upset I cannot find it." she scratched her wrist, only adding to her image of discomfort.

"Well, I have some very good news for you then." I pulled the box from my pocket and handed it her, watching her eyes light in specks of confusion and wonder.

Removing the box, Ana's eyes went wide and full of delight. "Oh my! Thank you ever so much!" Ana lifted the bracelet in the air, smiling widely

"Let me help you with that." I took the jewelry from her, unclasping it and redoing it around her wrist. "It's a very pretty piece. Who did you say gave it to you again?"

Anna lifted her water glass to her lips, "I didn't."

I half smiled in thought. She was so....intriguing. Every action she did seemed withheld from its true speed or flexibility. Something told me she was a spy or some other agent. I could only laugh thought; the American government didn't have enough money to keep someone stationed here for an extended period of time! She was just an active person.

But there was no doubt that I'd have to keep my wits about me around her. One moment of weakness and she'd be on me like a Cobra, striking to kill.

----DONNY'S POV-----

I played with the small box in my pocket, yet another tiny enamel leaf added to it. There was a constant jingle against my leg, and I grew uneasy whenever there was no jingle to match my step. I shoved the box back into my pocket and took my bat up again.

I missed Ana to say the least, each time I saw her and had to leave her got harder. My fingers flexed against the handle of the wooden handle, my frustration building up.

"Donny!" I looked back at Aldo; he was staring me down. I knew he wanted me to come talk to him, but I really had no urge to speak with him. I rolled my eyes and continued off away from him; right now my own thoughts were more interesting then my commanding officer talking down to me.

"Donnowitz!" I reeled around to see Aldo a few feet from me. "Donny, you know we need to talk righ'?"

A sigh of defeat escaped my lips. "Yeah. Could we go some where more private?"

"Course." Aldo walked off towards a sheltered clump of trees, leaning against a stump like this was where two friends normally met. "So I bin noticin that you've taken quite a likin' to Ana."

Yeah just a liking, and I'm madly in love with her.

"I also bin noticin that you hang on her like she's yurh life line, and that you always carry around them tiny enamel leaves. Now, by all means, carry them things around. But I jus' want tuh let yuh know that there's a very slim chance both of you will even make it out of here alive."

My hands gripped my bat even tighter. I knew that, we all knew that. "I know, which is why I want to spend as much time with her as I can."

"But thing can happen! A bomb could hit Paris. We could be ambushed! Yuh won' even know if the other is alive!" my arms began to feel tense, and I needed to hit something. My thoughts drifted to what Ana would say. I could hear her voice now. 'Count to ten Donny, take a deep breath and let it out.' I took a deep breath. One....Two.....Three... "Donny, are you even listening to me?" Four..Five..Six.. "Donny, I just want to protect you from heartbreak."

What the hell? "Heartbreak? You think Ana's gunna break my heart?" I raised my bat above my head.

"Whoa Donny! Calm down! We'll stop talking bout this..... just think about it okay?"

I ignored Aldo and walked off deeper into the forest. There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted to be with Ana for the rest of my life, even if she didn't even realize it.