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!
The Nazi and the Jew sat silenced in the back of the car.
It was an awkward silent journey, in which they wanted to speak out their minds, but could not because of the driver. Herr Cartman's eyes darted in Kyle's direction once in a while. He was cautious while doing this and checked first the car's mirror. The last thing he needed, was the driver to grow suspicious about him. But he could see the soldier's eyes were focused on the street ahead of him. So, the fat Nazi rested his eyes on Kyle and watched him worriedly.
Kyle had dealt with the separation of his family and best friend quite well. He was noble in the way he hid the pain from his words, while his eyes and voice betrayed his suffering. He had been strong when Stan sealed the promise of visiting them soon and bring news about Kyle's family. He had been brave during farewell and watched the train leave the camp with dry eyes. But the fat Nazi was no fool. Although Kyle looked impassive, Herr Cartman could tell he was bleeding from inside.
Herr Cartman's eyes lingered a short while on the Jew. The boy had shut himself from him. His eyes were transfixed on the winter landscape, refusing to look away from the window. His body was tense, his back and shoulders stiff. His paled features were expressionless, but hot thick tears cascaded freely from his eyes. There was no hard breathing, no soft sobbing, not one single sound that denounced Kyle's sad weeping. Only the tears that ran down his face. Herr Cartman's eyes returned to the car's mirror. Carefully he moved his hand, always making sure the driver did not see him. His finger's found Kyle's hand, cautiously touched it and gently enfolded it. He felt a squeeze around his hand, a strong grasp and his eyes returned to Kyle. Green eyes were still fixed on the landscape, but Kyle had brought his free hand to his face and had it pressed against his lips. Thicker tears sprang from his eyes like a small river. Herr Cartman's eyes left Kyle's face and he too rested his gaze outside.
They wanted to speak out their minds so badly, but couldn't because of the driver. But their hands remained connected, in a tight hold. Translating the words that couldn't be outspoken.
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They reached the house when the daylight was dying, as winter shortened the days quickly. Herr Cartman shut the door behind them, staring still concerned at the Jew. Kyle's eyes were dry again but he looked exhausted and devastated. He kept his eyes cast down, avoiding the fat Nazi's gaze.
"Kahl?" Herr Cartman hesitantly called out. Kyle lifted his head, while his puffed eyes sough the other's. "Regrets?" The SS asked afraid. He noticed Kyle tried to give him a smile, but failed completely. The redhead shook his head slowly. "Is it…because you'll miss them?" Herr Cartman was finding Kyle's silence horribly torturous. It felt strange that he would suffer from the other's pain. That he would be saddened by the other's sorrow. That he felt this immense need in comforting the other and make him feel alright again. The Jew adverted his eyes nervously, while a flash of pain crossed his face. He sighed heavily, before locking his gaze back on the Nazi's.
"It just feels so definitive." He whispered, his voice weak.
"But it's not. Only death is definitive. You will see them again." Herr Cartman said in a more matter-of-a-fact tone than a loving and comforting one. But Kyle understood the truth of the words. It was a temporary separation. He would see them again. The problem was when. So the redhead gave another failed attempt to smile and shook his shoulders.
"I guess." Was all he was able to utter.
He felt tired. All his energy had been completely drained out from his spirit. The nerves of anticipation had consumed his heart. The confrontation with the separation had been nerve wrecking in all possible manners. He had to bite his tongue so he wouldn't cry, he had to control himself so he didn't run after his family, he had to command his brains to focus in his work, so he wouldn't fall in despair. It took him a great strain not to give into his emotions when Stan spoke comforting words and paid goodbye without their usual warm hug and back pats. He contained himself, stayed put until they entered the car. Only then did he release the pressure in the form of sorrowful tears. Now he had no more energy left. Not to fight and not to mourn. Herr Cartman read the tired and helpless look on the Jew's face. He didn't think. He did the only thing that felt right to do. He slowly took a few steps, closing the distance between them, rested his large hand on Kyle's cheek and kissed him tenderly.
Kyle kept his eyes open for a while, surprised with the sweet gesture coming from the other. Lately, Herr Cartman would behave tenderly more often, but the Jew didn't really expect the Nazi to demonstrate such caution, such kindness, such comfort as he did right now. The kiss was so full of care that Kyle surrendered quickly to the sweetness of the moment, closed his eyes and slowly enveloped his arms around the fat Nazi. They kissed for a long while. They kissed forever. Slowly and tenderly. Kyle's heart warmed up a bit and the feelings of sorrow slowly drowned away. Their lips departed after what felt a heavenly eternity and brown eyes were locked on green ones.
They both saw it. That new light that emerged every time they stared into each other's eyes. That light that was mirrored every time they were together. That light that reflected that warm powerful sweet feeling that filled their young hearts. Kyle released a small marveled chuckle at the realization this was actually happiness, and Herr Cartman stared delighted at the first real smile the Jew gave him since this afternoon. He involuntarily smiled back and Kyle, overwhelm by the emotion of the moment, pressed his lips against his again.
The gentle kiss went on, backed up by lazy touches of hands caressing their faces, their arms, their backs. They kissed tenderly until the warmth of this tender kiss sparkled small flames of fire. Lips were departed a second time and there was one single thought that filled their hearts and minds. It was the awe. The surprise and the realization of what they shared was unprecedented in their lives. Herr Cartman crushed his lips against the Jew's in desperate need and fervent passion.
The kiss was returned with the same fire, the same desire, the same longing. When Kyle released a happy afflictive moan, Herr Cartman knew they needed more. So he broke the kiss to take Kyle's hand on his and guided them away from the corridor. Kyle expected him to head to the office, but instead, Herr Cartman took a different route. The redhead blinked a few times when they climbed up the stairs and he understood the Nazi's bedroom was their destination. Kyle smiled, realizing Herr Cartman was ready to accept what they had was more than a physical thing, more than a mutual attraction, more than just a passion. Because his bedroom was the most private and therefore sacred part of the house. He had only been in his bedroom once, and that was the time Craig tried to violate him. Herr Cartman's bedroom stood for his heart. And he was finally ready to open it to him.
They entered the sacred grounds of this private and intimate division. The fat Nazi grabbed Kyle by his waist to bring him closer and taste his lips again. Soon he guided him to the bed. This time Kyle did not find it awkward to lay on top of the other's bed. Instead he felt welcome, wanted, like this bed belonged to him too. They kissed like they never did before. Tenderness mingled with passion. Soft caresses mingled with the violent digging of nails in flesh. Gentle moans mingled with strained breathing. They helped each other to undress, jumpers flying on the floor, shirts being unbuttoned. Chests pressed against each other, skin on skin, heart on heart.
"Say my name." Herr Cartman whispered on Kyle's ear and he released a shaky breath. The Jew looked a bit hesitant at his lover's face.
"C-Cartman?" He said, unable to hide his momentary confusion.
"No. My first name." The fat Nazi said with a kind smile. "Eric." Kyle's eyes widened surprised and Herr Cartman smiled greatly at the redhead's marveled expression. Never had Kyle uttered his birth name. Never had he treated him informally. Never. Not even when they were being intimate. Moans and pleasurable whispers were shared, but never names. The Jew stared at the Nazi with great awe and his heart was filled with warm joy. Never had a word in this world ever sounded this beautiful, this fulfilling, this sacred in his mouth before
"Eric." Kyle whispered, his forest green eyes shining beautifully. Never had a word in this world tasted so well. Herr Cartman kissed him willingly. Never had his name sounded so right.
They kissed and caressed tirelessly, while Kyle murmured Eric another few times. It sounded like a powerful ancient enchanting. It felt like magic. Because something truly magical was going on between them. As much as their bodies ached to touch each other, to consume the fire that burned on their skins, they did not hurry. When they were finally naked, their eyes met before Herr Cartman would enter Kyle. They had done this so many times, but today it felt different. It felt new. It felt like a first time.
"Kahl." Herr Cartman whispered while the head of his penis slid in the familiar anus.
"Eric." Kyle whispered back, his eyes never breaking contact with the Nazis. He released a happy gasp while he felt the hard erection travel up his body. "Eric."
He wanted to say more than just his name. He wanted to speak out his heart. Translate in words what his emotions lived. But the words died in his mouth. He could see it in the Nazi's face. In his brown eyes, deprived of any kind of cruelty or hatred. He could see what never was been seen before. Eric Cartman's soul. And it was beautiful. It was warm. It was blissful. It was Heaven. And he knew his soul mirrored the Nazi's.
So while Kyle widened his legs to allow the other to pound further, deeper in his body, he knew he was actually allowing him to touch the essence of his being. Kyle moaned until his voice became hoarse, freeing his heart from fears, angers and sorrows completely. With each thrust, Kyle felt his body merge with his soul. Each bang hit his essence. Each pounding touched his heart. And suffering transformed into pleasure. Wounds were healed. Kyle released loud happy moans while his body quivered under the larger body. Herr Cartman groaned right afterwards, unloading himself inside his lover with great fulfillment. And collapsed right next to him.
No words were shared afterwards. The two teenagers stared breathless at the ceiling, enjoying the afterglow, tasting the tingling feeling on their bodies, living the happiness in their hearts and the warmth in their souls. They were perfect opposites. They were each other contrast. They were poles. Fate had put them in a crazy ride so they would find their way to each other. So they would learn to overpass all barriers. So they would ignore what the world told, thought, taught. Against all odds, they followed their instincts and followed their hearts. Their shattered souls found the way to each other. So they could be together. So they could merge their souls. So they were whole and became one.
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Days grew larger while the weather grew warmer. Time seemed to speed up crazily in the year of 1944. While Herr Cartman and Kyle had finally found a balance in their extraordinary forbidden relationship, the rest of the world seemed to lose all its stability. About a year ago, Herr Cartman had dismissed the impact of certain events in the development of the war. For him, the fall of Mussolini* was a minor blow for the Axis Alliance. After all, it was the Italian leader's faith, just like the rest of the other Axis leaders, to be later on overthrown so Hitler would rule as the sole and supreme leader of the Third Reich. The fat Nazi had thought the timing for the Italian Fascist's fall was irrelevant, but he couldn't have been more wrong and further from the truth. Maybe it was because he was overconfident about the Aryan superiority and omnipotence of the Nazi Party. Or maybe he was too distracted by matters of the heart. The fact was, he let himself be caught off guard and ignored all signs that announced the beginning of the end of the war.
But now, his great dream of Germany creating a new perfect world order was crumbling down. It was bad enough that the Death Camps in Poland had to be definitively shut down and the Final Solution abolished due to last year's rebellions. It was bad enough that the Allies made a large amphibious military operation by landing on the beaches of Normandy in France, pushing from there inland, making their first important triumph**. But worst of all, was the evil that lurked from inside the own Party's core. An assassination attempt on the person of der Führer himself*** by one of the most legendary military Nazi officers. Lieutenant Colonel Claus Schenk Graf von Stauffenberg, a zealous German nationalist and a Roman Catholic that fought tiredly for his Nation in North Africa, turned out to be one of the master-minds of the German Resistance movement within the Wehrmacht. He managed to place a bomb in the Wolf's Lair headquarters, which actually exploded, killing and wounding some party members. It had been a true miracle that Hitler came out of it with barely a scratch, because Lieutenant von Stauffenberg and the rest of the traitors were shortly after announcing on the radio der Führer's death. This was the one event that shocked the fat Nazi the most. He couldn't understand how somebody could betray their own Party, their own ideologies and plot such a horrible conspiracy to murder their very own Nation's Father. If Herr Cartman was unnerved by the news, then Kyle was even more unnerved.
"What would you have done if their plan had succeeded? If Hitler had died and Lieutenant von Stauffenberg had surrendered Germany to the Allies? What would you have done, when the French or the British stormed here in Dachau?" Kyle yelled in a panicked high-pitched voice, frustrated by Herr Cartman's continuous denial in the Nazi's adverse developments in the war.
"But it didn't happen!" Herr Cartman replied annoyed. He knew the Jew had a point. He knew Kyle was screaming and scolding him because he was as terrified as he was. But he simply wasn't in the mood for a fight. He wasn't prepared to confront reality and accept the truth. Germany was going down. It was all a matter of time. Sooner or later, the Nazi Regime would fall. Hitler would be defeated. His dream for the Third Reich would fade into oblivion. It was a too harsh reality and Herr Cartman simply wasn't prepared to accept it just yet. He still had hope. A lot of hope.
"Are you fucking delusional? It didn't happen this time, but it will eventually happen! God, Eric! You said it yourself! Hitler's choices in the last strategies were all wrong and disastrous, that his lost his gift in warfare! You need to have a plan for the day Germany falls, because it will be defeated! The Axis Aliance is going down and that's the reality you need to accept! You need an escape plan because I don't want to lose you!" Kyle shouted frustrated.
Herr Cartman had been dismissing Kyle's whole discourse with a bunch of annoyed pfffs and deep sights of exasperation, but the redhead's last sentence had finally reached him. He redirected his gaze to Kyle, to those angered eyes he had been avoiding for the past half an hour. He saw the fear in them. The fear and anguish for losing him. The fear that rarely inhabited in those beautiful green orbs. And suddenly he felt guilty. Guilty for all the troubles he caused the red-haired boy in the camp. The overload work he gave him. The horrible tasks he made him do, the imprisonment in the Dark Room, the endless complicated bookkeeping. He felt guilty for ever allowing the Jew to develop sentiments for him. Sentiments that were strong enough for Kyle to choose him above his family. Herr Cartman felt guilty for making the redhead care for him. Because he realized this cruel world didn't want them to stay together.
And then, he suddenly realized. Losing Kyle was far more horrible than the fall of Hitler and the Third Reich. Because the Nazi's ideologies never made him feel as happy, fulfilled and whole as this one headstrong Jew. He finally faced Kyle with a grave expression and accepted reality as it presented itself. Because he too didn't want to lose Kyle.
"You are right, Kahl. You are absolutely right."
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* The three main member countries of the Axis Powers were Germany (Hitler), Italy (Mussolini) and Japan (Hirohito). Other minor countries in the Axis Alliance (Tripartite Pact) were Hungary, Bulgaria, Romania and Finland (never signed the Tripartite Pact, but fought with the Axis countries against Russia).
Italy was the first Axis partner to surrender to the Allies on the 8th September 1943, six weeks after leaders of the Italian Fascist Party deposed the Italian Fascist/dictator Benito Mussolini.
**5th June 1944: Operation Overlord (known in history as D-Day) preparations. More than 1.000 British bombers drop 5.000 tons of bombs on German gun batteries on the Normandy coast in preparation for D-Day. Meanwhile, the first Allied troops land in Normandy, as paratroopers are scattered from Caen southward.
6th June 1944: D-Day begins with the landing of 155.000 Allied troops on the beaches of Normandy in France. The Allied soldiers quickly break through the Atlantic Wall, many villages and cities of France are freed from the German rule, so many French soldiers join the Allies in their stride.
*** 20th June 1944: Operation Valkyrie. This was the attempt assassination on Adolf Hitler that was the closest to ever succeed. It was led by Lieutenant von Stauffenberg, one of the central figures of the German Resistance movement within the Wehrmacht. He took charge of planning and executing the assassination attempt.
By mid-1943 the tide of war was turning decisively against Germany. The German Resistance became convinced that Hitler should be assassinated, so that a government acceptable to the western Allies could be formed and a separate peace negotiated in time to prevent a Soviet invasion of Germany. Also it was the Resistance's purpose to show the world not all Germans were like Hitler. Their goal after the assassination was to seize political control of Germany and its armed forces from the Nazi Party (including the SS).
The failure of both the assassination and the military "coup d'état" (which was planned to follow the assassination) led to the arrest of at least 7.000 people by the Gestapo, from which 4.980 were executed, including Lieutenant von Stauffenberg (according to records of the Führer Conferences on Naval Affairs).
Tom Cruise plays for Lieutenant von Stauffenberg in the movie "Operation Valkyrie". There is also the German movie/mini-series (same title), that goes even deeper in the details of this operation.