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 stared at each other startled and flushed.
The fat Nazi quickly got up and straitened hastily his uniform, cursing internally and being unable to face anybody. Kyle got up in equal speed. His fingers brushed nervously his untidy curls, while he stared embarrassed at his best friend. Stan had been waiting behind the office's door in the edge of nerves. When he heard Kyle's scream he quickly rushed inside the room and made it just in time to see the two boy's entangled in each other, kissing hungrily. The vision had been too disturbing and revulsive for Stan's weak stomach. The raven haired boy stared paled at a sickening looking foam on the floor, the only thing his organ could still reject.
"I don't feel too well." Stan said while he felt his head go light. Kyle practically ran to his best friend to support him. With a few unbalanced steps, he guided the black haired teenager to the leather couch. The redhead made a mental note to never reveal Stan this was the place he did it the first time, afraid his best friend would puke his entire stomach. "I feel like I'm dying." Stan moaned miserably, while Kyle helped him lay down comfortably.
"I'll get you some water." Kyle said, putting his hand on his friend's forehead. It felt cold.
"No, don't go away." Stan begged.
"Your friend is such a fag!" Herr Cartman complained, while he sat back down on his chair, behind the desk, feeling extremely irritated for being caught.
"Shut up! You are the one who's a fag! I saw the way you were feasting on my best friend's face!" Stan yelled revolted. The fat Nazi merely groaned upset but Kyle looked shocked.
"Stan!" He shouted in a scolding manner.
"Well, it's true." Stan said while he pressed the bridge of his nose.
"Good morning, gentlemen." Alfred said from the door entrance. He paused when he noticed the nauseous smell and tension in the air, but chose to ignore. He had long learned, the less he knew what happened in the Nazi's office, the best. "Herr Cartman, the others are up and are already having breakfast. Would you and Herr Marsh want to join them or should I bring your breakfast here?" The butler kindly asked, already knowing what the answer was.
"Bring it here. And brig some calming tea for the sick guy. And a maid to clean up this mess!" The fat Nazi said still in an irritated tone. Alfred left with a nod and exited the room. The three teenagers were silent for a moment. Kyle looked worried from one to the other. Herr Cartman avoided the Jew's gaze and instead, focused his attention in the papers laying on the table. He picked up the contract's pieces and threw them in the bin next to him. Kyle smiled gently at the gesture.
"So… I'm guessing you guys achieved some sort of agreement." Stan broke the silence with his weak voice. Kyle looked down at him with compassion. This was being hard for his friend, but he knew Stan, within time, would learn to accept this reality.
"I'm staying. But my family is going with you." Kyle gently announced.
"So he manipulated you." Stan regretfully said.
"Kalh is not bond to me or to this camp. He's free to go with his family is he wishes." Herr Cartman spoke these words annoyed and offended. "So stop acting like a fucking wuss and live with his decision!"
"Why?" Stan asked Kyle.
"I don't want to leave him. Just like he doesn't want me to leave." The redhead explained almost in a whisper, but Herr Cartman could hear him from his desk. He remained silent, while his heart beat faster at the thought this beautiful Jew wanted to be with him. Chose him above his family and best friend. And for the first time in his life, Herr Cartman truly felt special. Truly felt awesome. Truly felt wanted and cared. "I'm okay in staying here, while my family will be far from me, because I know they'll be in good hands. I know they'll be fine."
"But what about you?" Stan insisted, still skeptic about the whole situation.
"He's safer with me than with anybody else at the moment. Trust me." Herr Cartman said and for the first time since Stan entered the office, he looked at Kyle.
Stan sighed defeated and surrendered to this strange reality. Kyle did look happy and healthy. The fat Nazi did seem to care about him. Perhaps his best friend wasn't that mad after all. Perhaps their feelings were real and reciprocal. So, who was he to tell Kyle this was wrong and try to take him away from his happiness? But still, he didn't trust the SS-officer completely.
"You hurt him and I swear, I will follow you to the end of the Earth and fucking kill you!" Stan warned and Herr Cartman smiled.
"I wouldn't expect the contrary." The fat Nazi replied and Stan seemed to be satisfied with the answer, since he finally relaxed and closed his eyes.
Herr Cartman and Kyle switched accomplice looks. The fat Nazi smiled. Not his usual grin or smirk, but a genuine smile. A smile that translated his happiness. One that was only reserved to Kyle. Herr Cartman wanted to tell something important to the Jew. There was so much he actually wanted to tell him. He wished he was able to verbalize the effect Kyle had on him. That he didn't need to make others suffer so he could feel pleasure. Because that was a kind pleasure filled with void and could never satisfy his empty heart. It could never fill it with happiness. Herr Cartman now understood, the only reason he made others suffer was because he suffered all the time. He carried a knife in his heart at all times. His soul had been darkened from loneliness, abandonment and rejection all his life. Herr Cartman had always believed he was an ugly person, with a bad character and with the evil mission to bring hell to others. Because this is what monsters do. And so he carried his nickname "monster of Dachau" with pride.
At least, until the day Kyle came in his life. He was an angel sent from Heaven. Sent by God to heal his cold heart. Sent by God to show him, even monsters had the right to be happy. Even monsters had the right to feel cared, to feel wanted, to feel they belonged to somebody else. Kyle showed him there was more to this world than self-loathing and self-pitying. Because he knew, in Kyle's eyes, he was precious, valuable and special. And Herr Cartman realized this was all he needed to feel happy. To feel treasured. To feel loved. Kyle brought out the best of him. The redhead made him want to change and be a better person. This all he wanted to tell Kyle. Only he didn't know how. But somehow, he had the feeling Kyle already knew. Somehow he had the feeling these things had been already spoken through smiles, kisses and touches. Somehow Kyle understood what he felt. Because today Kyle had made him his priority.
…
The day went on without further incidents. The blizzard only lifted during the afternoon, so the guests used the given time to rest and recover from their usual hangovers. They entertained themselves with books and music from the radio, till the weather cleared up so they could leave Dachau. Stan stayed behind, with the pretext he was too sick to travel and still had important business to do with Herr Cartman. The reality was, Stan was invited to stay a couple days with his best friend's company. After drinking a calming thee, the raven haired boy ended up dozing a while on the leather couch. While he slept, Herr Cartman and Kyle made the list with the names of the Jews that were to work in Stan's factory.
"Make sure you keep the families together." Kyle requested, while they selected the names.
"Yes, yes. I know how you Jews are fucking attached to each other." The fat Nazi said while he encircled the Jew's names. Kyle smiled knowing this was the Nazi's way to thank him for choosing him above his family. So he leaned a bit over and gave a chaste kiss on the Nazi's cheek. "Ay! If your faggy friend sees that, he's going dirty my floor again!" Herr Cartman protested in a playful manner, making Kyle giggle and kiss him on the lips. "Seriously, Kalh. As much I enjoy this, I really would like to keep my floor clean." The redhead smiled playfully at the affirmation and took the paper with the Jews' names to type them down.
"Number 24550. Gerald Broflovski, age 45. Number 24989. Sheila Broflovski, age 48. Number 24552. Ike Broflovski, age 11." Kyle read out loud when he typed his family's names. He remained a while silent, staring at the words, knowing his name should be between them.
"You're sure you won't regret going with them?" Herr Cartman asked, growing concerned his beautiful Jew would change his mind.
"I would regret if I didn't stay with you." Kyle whispered. "But I'll miss them. Well, I already do. I feel like I've been missing them forever."
"You know." Herr Cartman started and knew he would regret his words immediately, but he needed to say them. Kyle deserved this much. "If you ever change your mind and regret your choice…If you ever have the wish to go back to your family…I won't stop you." Kyle stared a bit surprised at the fat Nazi and smiled, finding it incredible that the other was truly giving him this gift of freedom. That he was putting his own selfish interests aside for him.
"Thank you." Was all Kyle managed to utter. He couldn't imagine anything else to say to express his genuine gratitude. The Nazi smiled shyly when Kyle restarted the typing and wrote the following names. Little did they know, Stan had overheard their short conversation, while lying on the couch. He involuntarily smiled, feeling truly amazed, but finally believing Kyle was actually fine.
…
"Everybody was surprised when I decided to join the Nazi Party, of course." Stan told Kyle, while they strolled between the trees at the edge of the forest. Unlikely the previous day, it was a quiet winter afternoon, the wind was still and the world was covered in a soft white blanket. The two best friends chatted merrily, making up for the lost time this war had stolen from them. "I'm telling you. I was the talk of the year back there at Offenbach! It was hell for my mom. There were people at her door everyday congratulating her, kissing her ass, like if they were going to receive some kind of privilege. Dad loved the attention, of course. He's so stupid! It's like he forgot what this war is all about!" Stan complained revolted but Kyle had to laugh. He could just picture the whole situation. It reminded him of the days the two of them would complain about their parents for being so retarded.
"Do you remember that time our dads told us about their "experience" in the bath tub?" Kyle asked in a giggle when the memory suddenly hit him.
"Jesus, Kyle! You don't need to remind me of that! Our dads are complete idiots!" Stan retorted disgusted at the mental image his brains insisted in creating each time the subject was brought up.
But he ended up laughing double along with his best friend, who was laughing loudly at the ridiculousness of the situation. They remained for a long while, laughing and giggling, contorting on the snow, their mood not being spoiled not even by the snow cold wetness or by the pain on their bellies. It was just like in the old days. And it felt great. When their laughter finally subsided, they got up and wiped off the snow from their clothes. Kyle was still giggling a bit when he realized Stan was silent and staring at him with a rather serious look.
"Stan? What's the matter?" Kyle asked worried for the sudden mood's change. Stan's eyes darted to his and then he looked down to his hands, which were fidgeting a bit on his coat's buttons.
"There's something… really important I wanted to tell you." Stan said without making any eye contact. Kyle stared at him more concerned by the minute but would swear he saw his friend blushing. "Wendy and I are…well we sort of are…engaged." Kyle stared frozen at Stan and, sensing the other's silence, the raven haired boy finally lifted his eyes to read his best friend's face. Green eyes were widened and his mouth drew a perfect "oh" that made him look funny. "We're not sure when we're getting married, we never talked about dates, it's just….you know…an engagement." Stan said half in a chuckle and smiled at Kyle's gasp (he had apparently forgotten to breathe for a while).
"Wow." Kyle said impressed. "I mean, I knew you two were serious, but engaged…That's really great!" The redhead sincerely said in a happy giggle and hugged his best friend. "I'm so happy for you. And Wendy. I truly am." He whispered in Stan's ear, making the raven-haired boy smile. Stan rested his hands on Kyle's shoulders and looked straight into his eyes.
"Kyle, will you be my best man?"
"Are you kidding? Of course I will!" Kyle said in a chuckle, feeling both happy and proud for his friend. "It would be an honor but…" He cut his words and Stan immediately saw the melancholy cross his friend's eyes. "This war. You are a Nazi now. I don't want to endanger you. If you are discovered…"
"Hey. I'm not getting married tomorrow. As I said, Wendy and I never talked about dates. So for now, we remain engaged and you'll be my best man." Stan reassured his friend. "Who knows, this war could be over within the year." He optimistically said. Kyle nodded but couldn't hide his skeptical look.
"This war has been going on forever. I'm not sure it will ever end." The red haired boy said in a sad whisper.
"It will, Kyle. I believe it will." Stan said confident.
Kyle smiled sadly, almost believing him. He wished he could believe this war would end one day. He wished the Nazis would be defeated and the normal daily order would be reinstalled. He wished he could be reunited with his family in normal circumstances. He wished he could stand next to his best friend at his wedding. He wished he could walk freely and unworried through the streets of Germany. There was so much he wished for. But he had already given up this dream long ago. Too long ago. But he hid his dark thoughts behind a happy smile. He patted his best friend's back and started talking about the wedding plans. The last thing Kyle wanted was to steal Stan's dreams away.