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 woke up early with the angry sound of howling, the wind stirring between the trees.

He stood up, walked a few paces and looked from his window. Thick show flakes were engaged in a mad dance of spirals and circles. He sighed. This was a typical winter's blizzard, which meant his guests' departure would be delayed. This was not good, since he was going to use the shortage of time against Herr Marsh and trick him into paying more than he should. But now, the extra time would allow the other Nazi to ponder things through. The SS needed to think of a new strategy and soon he was seated behind his desk in his office. His goal was to sell as few Jews as possible for large amounts of money. Stan Marsh was beyond doubt an intelligent young man, but Herr Cartman had read him through. He knew the raven haired boy was the honest type, with good ethic principals. Which put him in the advantage, since morality was something he could care less. The fat Nazi was clever in finding new and creative ways in cunning people. It had become a kind of specialty of his. And so his mind started working.

The fat Nazi opened the drawer to take the file with Kyle's notes in calculations. He smiled, knowing these papers were the product of a perfectionist's work, the result of months of headaches and frustrations. He had to admit it. Kyle was the best bookkeeper ever! When he lifted the papers, his eyes fell on another file lying under them. It was the file which contained information about Kyle's past. Herr Cartman picked it with a smile. He enjoyed reading it, something he did very often and in secret. He opened the file and his eyes traced childhood photographs taken at school, reports with grades and reports about his evolution in music. This file gave glimpses of Kyle's past and Herr Cartman found it curious to be fascinated by it.

His mind tried to reconstruct the Jew's life before the war. He imagined a small child with red curls walking in the streets of his hometown, running around, playing with his with friends. He imagined a carefree child doing ordinary things like going to the doctor, to the shop, to school. He imagined a curious child making the first clumsy tries in playing the violin and becoming marveled by its sound. But he always abandoned these daydreams on the day the boy had to use the David star, the day the boy was not allowed to go to music school anymore, the day his childhood dreams were stolen away and he was forced to live hidden. It somehow made him feel awkwardly guilty. Which he tried to convince himself was silly. Kyle was a Jew after all. If only he was like the other Jews.

Herr Cartman was about to close the file, when his eyes caught a familiar word. They rested transfixed on the lines that drew the letters Offenbach. His brow furrowed a bit. He had the strange feeling he had heard this name before, but could not really recall from where. It gave him an unpleasant feeling, like his mind wanted to warn something was amiss.

"Offenbach…. Offenbach…." Herr Cartman murmured thoughtfully, while his fingertips tapped on his chin. "Where did I hear it before?" He wondered out loud. Then suddenly his heart halted, skipped a heartbeat, just to start racing madly afterwards. A horrible feeling spread through his whole body. His stomach sunk and he felt slightly dizzy when he remembered he had heard about Offenbach not even a day ago.

I grew up in Offenbach.

It was Herr Marsh's words from yesterday's conversation during diner. They echoed mercilessly in his mind. Herr Cartman gasped for air at the realization Stan Marsh grew up in the same town as Kyle. He was shocked. He was confused. Was this a mere coincidence? Or was he the one being fooled? Herr Cartman didn't know what to think. Because this was simply a very big coincidence. A too great coincidence. His mouth grew dry at the thought that Stan and Kyle could know each other. His chest hurt at the idea they could be friends. Because this would mean Kyle and Herr Marsh were in this together. This would mean that he, and not Stan, was the one being tricked. It would mean that all the sweet words, tender looks and loving smiles Kyle gave him the last past months were all a lie. One big evil lie.

Feeling nervous, Herr Cartman picked one photo after the other. He cursed for the class photos being too small, so it was impossible to discern the children's faces. Besides, how was he supposed to recognize a nine year old Stan? There were also no photographs of Kyle with friends. Not one single report mentioned his school colleagues. There was only the name of the Elementary Teacher. Miss Choksondik. Herr Cartman would have thought of hilarious nicknames for this woman if it weren't for the nerves that were consuming him right now. Instead he did the only think he could think of doing right now. He picked up his telephone and dialed.

"Yes, operator? Connect me to Ms. Choksondik" He said in an impatient severe voice. He waited a short while to be connected. Then he listened to repetitive ringing coming from the other end. Its sound was painfully irritating. Each ring made his heart accelerate. Each ring made him hesitate and beg to put down the phone. To just let the matter drop. Its ring tortured his soul, denying the answer he needed to know. He just wanted to get on with it. But after a while, the ringing stopped and was instead replaced by a woman's voice.

"Hello?" The woman answered.

"Miss Choksondik?"

"Yes, in person. How can I help you?" Although the words were polite, the voice sounded somehow a little manly, rough and bitter.

"This is Herr Cartman speaking, SS officer from Dachau. I'm calling because of a Jew that frequented your class. Kalh Broflovski."

"Kyle, oh yes. I remember him." The woman said in recognition, her voice full of venom. "Is the little shit still alive?" Herr Cartman felt a chill go down his spine. Something made his heart sting at the insult. At the voice that was filled of despise, hatred and disgust. At the perfidious wish those words spoke. But Herr Cartman pushed these unpleasant feelings away. He needed to know. He needed the answer right now.

"I'm seeking some background information about this Jew. I need to know with who he got on with, who were his childhood friends. Do you understand?" Herr Cartman spoke in a cold and businesslike tone, leaving his question hanging in the air. But he hid an anxious sigh. This was going to be either painful or merciful.

"Oh, I do understand fully." The woman's rough voice whispered in recognition, imagining Kyle was involved in some traitorous project against the Führer. "He was a very clever boy. Too clever, if you know what I mean. He's the type to try something against the Nazi Party. And if there is someone who would join him in his treacherous quest, that someone would be Stan Marsh."

At the sound of these words, the world seemed to stop turning around, time and space mingled and became an endless void. He felt himself fell into a dark pit of pain. Herr Cartman´s air was caught in his throat. His mouth went all dry. His heart pumped too fast while a nauseous feeling hit his stomach. He could feel the tears already prick his eyes and he had to restrain himself from screaming hysterically. From anger, from pain, from disappointment and from madness. But he conquered his destructive feelings and remained deadly calm.

"Tell me more about this Stan Marsh." The fat Nazi said in his coldest voice and he would swear he could sense the smile being drawn in the woman's lips from the other end of the line. He felt sicker by the minute. Sick from the woman's unpleasant voice, sick from Stan Marsh's fake kind face, sick from Kyle's cruel lies.

"Stan Marsh was his best friend. They were in the same class since kindergarten and became inseparable since then. I know Stan was against the new rules der Führer implanted against Jews. Stan could become quite… passionate about it." Ms. Choksondik told with sickening satisfaction. "He even wrote some silly gay song when Jews were being taken to work in the railways. But our community forbade it. The little fag!" She said in a poisonous chuckle. "Anyway, Kyle was an extraordinary intelligent child. If he's still alive, he'll be sure to try and throw down the Party. And Stan will stand by his side. He is loyal to that Jew. More than to our nation's Party. More than to our Father, our great Führer." She said with pleasurable arrogance and despise. Herr Cartman could feel chills run down his spine at the words, while his blood ran hot from the revelation.

"That's all I needed to know. Thank you for your collaboration, Ms. Choksondik." The Nazi said in a strangled voice and put down the phone, before the woman could utter another poisonous word, not wishing to listen to that strange manly voice, speaking such horrors about Kyle.

He took a few deep breaths as realization hit him like a block. It was all a lie. Since the very beginning, it was nothing but a cruel lie. Herr Cartman cursed himself for his stupidity, for his blindness, for his carelessness. The fucking Jew had misused his position, his closeness to Herr Cartman, to contact Stan and buy himself out. The redhead was an evil genius. He planned everything carefully and patiently. And while he prepared his plan to save Jews, he seduced him. Daily, constantly. The bookkeeping had been the key to save as many Jews as possible from the prestigious camp. And he had fallen into the trap. Herr Cartman had bit the bait. And now he was tasting its poison.

Herr Cartman suppressed a scream of fury. How the Jew had figured out the fat Nazi's ways of thinking he did not know. But somehow, Kyle foresaw the actions and decisions he would make. He knew the fat Nazi would agree in buying Jews to save the camp from the debts. And when Herr Cartman would hesitate, all the Jew needed to do was use his beauty. Make him look into those lovely green eyes, melt his heart with that sweet smile. Herr Cartman wanted to hit himself. He had been so blinded. He had left his guard down all the time. But now he knew the truth. Now he was the one in command. If this beautiful but treacherous Jew though he could trick the most talented SS officer in Dachau, then he was wrong. Very wrong.

Herr Cartman's threatening tears dried away and instead, a malicious smile spread on his face. He had fallen for the Jew's lies. He had believed Kyle had feelings for him. He had believed he had feelings for the redhead. But now that he knew it was nothing but a lie, things were about to change. He would have his revenge, for being fooled, for being lied, for being betrayed. Kyle would suffer. He would soon discover the true meaning of Hell.

…

Kyle woke up. He blinked a few times and turned over to his side. He was not surprised to find himself alone in his modest matrass. It was like this every morning after all. The red haired boy got up to get himself ready for the day. While he dressed himself, he thought in all different ways in telling Stan he had decided to stay. He thought of all kind of ways of convincing Herr Cartman to sell his family to Stan without raising suspicions. For both situations, he built up all kinds of scenarios, from the nicest and kindest, to the most desperate and horrific of all. He sighed worried. It would be a challenging day. That was for sure. But he knew, in the end, it would all be worthy. And so he headed to Herr Cartman's office with a hopeful heart. On his hand were the papers with the statistics Herr Cartman had asked the previous evening. He halted in front of the door, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was ready to change his life. He was ready to dive into this sea of new wonderful emotions. Even if it meant to be separated from his family and best friend. As long as he knew they were all right, so was he. So, after knocking on the door, he entered. He found it strange Herr Cartman did not welcome him with a smile as he usually did. Instead the fat Nazi's eyes were fixed on some random papers on his desk.

"Good morning." The redhead greeted insure, already sensing the accumulated tension in the stiffness of Herr Cartman's shoulders. The fat Nazi didn't acknowledge him. In fact, he seemed to be doing his best to avoid looking at Kyle. The redhead's brow furrowed a bit. He took a few paces until he stood in front of the desk. "Here's the file with the statistics." He said with a tentative smile, while he handed over the document. Herr Cartman stared at the papers absentminded. "Is there something going on?" Kyle asked worried at the other teenager's unusual behavior. Herr Cartman lifted his head to face him while a mix of infuriating emotions and thoughts overtook him. Kyle had quite the nerve. To be standing there, looking so damn beautiful, looking so damn innocent. He swallowed dry, thinking the redhead was quite the actor.

"No. There is nothing." Herr Cartman spoke, the words tasting like dry ashes in his mouth. He left an unpleasant hint hanging in the air that Kyle didn't miss. His brow furrowed deeper in concern and some confusion. He was about to say something but Herr Cartman didn't give him the change. "Go fetch Herr Marsh." He coldly ordered. Kyle looked at him a bit surprised, but consented and nodded. He headed to the door, feeling absolutely clueless. He had just put his hand on the door handle when the fat Nazi spoke again. "I am not selling you away." Herr Cartman stated in a matter of fact, his revengeful mind already needing to feast in the disappointment or revolt that would be displayed on the Jew's face. It was payback time. Kyle turned to face him, looking surprised first. Herr Cartman could already taste the sweet revenge. But then, instead of showing anger, despair or sadness, Kyle's lips drew a soft smile.

"I didn't expect you would." He gently said. "I… I wouldn't want to, anyway." Kyle added almost in a whisper, while he shyly casted his eyes down and blushed terribly.

He turned the door handle around and quickly exited the room, leaving Herr Cartman behind with an expression of pure perplexity. This was the last reply Herr Cartman had expected to hear and he failed in hiding his utter surprise. The fat Nazi was rooted to his chair and for moments he was truly clueless. His mind told him Kyle's contradictory words were part of his evil master plan, but his heart told him the redhead's look on his face, the look in his eyes, were genuine, true, real. If he was one minute ago sure Kyle had been lying to him the whole time, he wasn't sure about anything anymore. He struggled to figure out the hell was going, but he really had no idea now. Eventually, he told himself this was the Jew's way of confusing him. But his heart beat a little bit more hopefully.

…

Stan woke up feeling sick and ran to the bathroom, spilling out the rest of last evening's contents. He could not believe his stomach still had something to reject, but apparently, it did. But then, he easily got sick, already since a little child.

Stan washed his face with cold water and sighed. The memories of last night's conversation with Kyle immediately returned to his mind. He was worried with his friend's mental state. He feared for the kind of torture Kyle had suffered to confuse reality this badly. It was clear the redhead believed he felt something for the fat Nazi. It was clear he had been crushed, broken and manipulated to the point of believing this vile creature cared for him. Stan quickly climbed down the stairs, knowing he needed to shake Kyle from this strange illusion he trapped himself inside. He needed to save Kyle from much more than this camp. He practically ran down the corridor, searching his friend's office, when he almost bumped against the person he was seeking so desperately.

"Whoa! Stan, watch where you're going!" Kyle said, startled by his best friend's sudden appearance.

"Kyle! I need to talk with you, right now!" The raven haired boy urged.

"I'm afraid it's not possible. Herr Cartman just ordered me to get you. I guess he wants to handle this before breakfast." The redhead informed. "You need to do everything in your power to get my family out of here." He added in an urgent whisper.

"What about you?" Stan replied shocked, still not believing Kyle actually preferred to stay in this place, with that monster.

"I-I…" Kyle sighed heavily. "I'm not going anywhere, Stan. I've made my decision."

"You're mad!" Stan yelled desperate. He needed to bring some reason to his friend.

"Maybe I am." Kyle said with a soft smile. "But I'm happy like this."

"No, I cannot allow this!" Stan insisted.

"Allow what, Herr Marsh?" Herr Cartman's icy voice of was heard behind him. Stan turned around startled and read the coldness in the other's eyes, as well as the evil grin.

"I-I…" Stan stammered.

"It's nothing, Herr Cartman. I just informed him that he and the others wouldn't be able to leave before nightfall because of the weather." Kyle said with such a neutrality that even Stan was surprised with the easiness his best friend had come up with an excuse. Herr Cartman's eyes glinted for a moment, but nodded in understanding.

"Yes, I believe the Jew is right. You did notice the blizzard outside. It would be unwise to drive with this weather." Herr Cartman said in his sweet fake voice "We should use the time given to us for business matters, Stan. Please, would you accompany to my office." He said while his hand rested on the black haired boy's back, already leading him the way. "Kalh, you too."

Stan and Kyle switched surprised looks, which the fat Nazi didn't miss. He sensed the short hesitation coming from the Jew and the tension build on Stan's back. He grinned cruelly. If they thought they could trick him, they were very wrong. He would have his revenge today, right now. And they would regret ever crossing paths with him. Because nobody wants to be Herr Cartman's enemy.