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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 slept a restless sleep.

Gloomy images of a sad dead world formed a mournful dream.

Herr Cartman dreamt with a world of white. His eyes saw a silent landscape made of snow that stretched itself for miles and miles. In this solitary land, deprived of houses and trees, were hundreds and hundreds of people. People of all ages and statures, pacing a slow but steady march. Bony pale faces under bushes of dark curls. Thin arms wrapping their frozen bodies, trying vainly to keep some of the bitter cold away. The thin dark coats offered no protection. And so, after struggling to give one more step, many fell. From exhaustion, from weakness, from cold.

Herr Cartman dreamt with a world of white covered with black. He saw a silent landscape made of a trail of dead bodies that stretched itself for miles and miles. In this solitary land, deprived of life, lied hundreds and hundreds of frozen bodies. People of all ages and statures, skeletons with skins, lying on the snow immobile. Bony pointy faces under bushes of dark curls. Thin arms spread on the floor, their bodies dead from the cold. The dark clothing merged with the landscape, as snowflakes slowly rested on them. And so, after struggling to give one more step, many continued walking. Exhausted, weak and cold. Those who didn't die, walked the longest march ever. They walked the Death March*.

Herr Cartman woke up with a mute gasp. The room was dark and silent, the only sound being the steady and rhythmic breathing coming from next to him. He turned his head and discerned the silhouette of the sleeping Jew. He grimaced uneasily. At least he slept peacefully. Not wanting to wake up Kyle, the fat Nazi carefully got out of the bed. He paced to the bathroom, headed to the sink and opened the tap to drink some water.

Herr Cartman shook the strange images away from his mind. He knew it was yesterday's letter he received from Craig that was playing tricks on his mind. He was amazed that, after all the time they had broken contact, the other Nazi would still seek him up. Herr Cartman wished he didn't. Not only because every time he thought of the dark-haired Nazi, his blood boiled of fury; but because the news he gave were all but pleasant. Hitler's recent decision in leaving his headquarters at Rastenberg and head to Berlin instead**, had raised panic among the Nazi population. They foresaw the fall of Germany and their ideology in creating a new world without Jews was quickly crumbling down.

As the Allies troops approached of from all corners, more and more SS-officers decided to evacuate the prisoners from concentration camps, preventing them from being liberated. Despite this year's early winter, which arrived already in November with harsh cold winds and abnormal low temperatures, there were already SS-guards forcing prisoners to march on foot. Their destination were the gas chambers. Craig urged him to take the same action. Kill as many Jews as possible and save the world from this plague. After reading the distressing words, Herr Cartman shrewd the letter and threw the papers into the flames of the hearth. The last thing he needed was Kyle to read it.

Yet, the Jew was no fool. They followed the news together and Kyle was as well-informed as he was. The redhead drew clever conclusions based on the last developments. Just like August, September had been a disastrous month for the Nazis. The British invaded Belgium and the U.S. liberated Luxembourg. The Americans succeeded in entering Germany through the border city Aachen and reached the Siegfried line, the West wall of Germany's defense system. Bulgaria*** betrayed the Tripartite Pact and declared war to Germany. The Soviets' Red Army, joined by Romanian troops, fully liberated Romania by end October****, while Belgium was entirely liberated in the beginning of November. Albania was equally lost and San Marino had just recently declared war on Germany. Hitler's transference to Berlin only shook things up. All kind of rumors rose. Tales that der Führer was sick and mentally incapable of making wise war decisions. Rumors speaking about him leading the war from a bunker, hiding like a wounded scared animal.

"Germany is surrounded from all sides and by everybody." Kyle had said just a few days ago. "The Allies are winning new allies with the liberation of the conquered countries, while the Axis Alliance is crumbling apart. It's a matter of time and Bulgaria's example will be followed by the other Tripartite members. The Nazi are going to start panicking when they realize Germany is doomed to be defeated. And they will take extreme measures. They will do anything to make sure my race doesn't survive."

Herr Cartman never stopped being amazed with Kyle's perspicacity. The redhead foresaw the one final attempt to the massive extermination of Jews before the end of the war. That's why Kyle made him promise to never use Dachau's gas chambers. And now, the fat Nazi had a dilemma. Should he do nothing, he would betray his Nation and the ideologies he strongly believed in. Should he order the massive extermination of Jews, he would betray Kyle and his heart. The choices were few and difficult. Germany was crumbling down. The Allies would win. The Jews would be liberated. What difference did it make if a few thousand survived in Dachau? He knew he shouldn't think like this, but right now, he really didn't see the sense anymore. Why fight back when you already lost? Especially when you still have so much to lose? Herr Carman knew he could live in a world without der Führer's ideologies. He could live in a world without its perfect order, without the rule of a superior race. He could live in any kind of world, as long as Kyle was in it.

It had been practically one year ago when Kyle had chosen him above his family. It had been almost one year ago when Herr Cartman had surrendered to his feelings and allowed the Jew to sleep in his bed. Since then, none of the two ever woke up alone and cold again. It had been one year ago that he, the Nazi wonder child, Dachau's most sadistic SS-officer, had admitted he could not imagine his life without the red-haired Jew. This Jew from who he had had great amounts of pleasure in torturing in the work fields. This Jew he had enjoyed to push beyond his physical and mental limits. This Jew that had both infuriated and fascinated him for never ever denouncing any hint of fear in his beautiful green eyes. This very Jew, had somehow won a special place in his heart. This Jew reserved all his smiles and affections for him. This very same Jew had become his companion and his safe harbor. Yes, this very same Jew, was nobody else, but his very own soul mate.

Herr Cartman closed his eyes and sighed heavily. It was unbelievable, that after all this time, none of them ever uttered the words that expressed what they felt for each other. There were moments he truly believed Kyle would speak the sacred words, but them hesitation and shyness filled his eyes and he ended up by silencing himself. In the same manner the Nazi thought he would finally find the courage to confess his feelings for the Jew, but always ended up by not doing it. The words remained unspoken, but their eyes never lied. Their eyes whispered the words their lips didn't manage to speak.

The fat Nazi silently returned to his bed and noticed he was freezing. The temperature has been decreasing a lot lately, promising a severe winter*****. Herr Cartman came close to the Jew's warm body, who woke up from the touch.

"You're cold." Kyle complained in a lazy hoarse whisper.

"Didn't want to wake you up." Herr Cartman apologized. "It's getting really cold outside. I think we might have snow earlier this year." He sensed the redhead shift and come closer to him. Kyle kissed his shoulder and put his arms around the Nazi's cold body, warming him up.

"Go back to sleep." He whispered half-asleep. Herr Cartman smiled at Kyle's affectionate manners and kissed the boy's nose. He listened in the dark, the Jew's breathing become heavy and steady again and grimaced uneasily. He feared for both their futures.

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"You promised!" Kyle shouted infuriated. "You fucking promised!"

"What do you want me to do?!" Herr Cartman defensively screamed back. "The camp is overcrowded from all the Jews they've been sending here the past two months! If I wouldn't have ordered to kill them, typhus would have already spread through the whole camp and everybody would be fucking infected! It would have been much worse!"

"But you promised you wouldn't use the gas chambers!" Kyle insisted, his heart crushing painfully, making him go out of his mind.

"I promised I wouldn't use them for the purposes of the Final Solution! This is different, Kahl! It's a fucking disease! A highly contagious one! Would you like the infected Jews to pass it onto the rest of them?!" Herr Cartman argued, frustrated this stubborn redhead refused to see his point of view. Refused to see the reality with sense. "Besides I only used one chamber and the Jews I sent to it were already dying of typhus. All I did was accelerate their death."

"What about the evacuation? Why are you sending so many people away?" Kyle yelled, feeling both betrayed and lied over by the Nazi.

"I've told you already! Shit, will you listen to me?!" Herr Cartman yelled back, feeling his frustration escalate to anger, matching his opponent's fury. "The camp is overcrowded! Those fucking SS from other camps keep shipping Jews here! I cannot keep them in here, there is simply no space! Or I fucking gas them alive, which you don't want; or I send them away to some other camp!"

"They will die in this cold! Its miles and miles they have to walk! And they are already weakened and sick! How can you allow such a thing?" Kyle screamed, needing to channelize his enraged pain in shouts, otherwise he would hit his lover or cry hysterically. "Don't you care? Of course you don't care! You're a fucking Nazi! A monster!"

"Yes, Kahl! I am a fucking Nazi! I am the fucking monster of Dachau! If I wouldn't take any of these measures, I would raise plenty of suspicions to my person. And considering as edgy as everybody is at the moment, it wouldn't be a wise thing to do!"

"All you care is yourself and your stupid sick ideologies! I fucking hate you and all your fucking kind!" Kyle yelled outraged, the pain in his heart being too piercing and too painful to think straight. He felt betrayed, he felt lied, the felt fooled. And all this hurt to an unbearable level.

"I care for you, you idiot! If they discover I'm protecting you, if they discover the reason I haven't used the gas chambers before, I will be killed for betrayal and so will you! But I won't be the one having a slow and torturous death! You will! Can't you see?! I don't want anything bad happening to you!"

"So instead, others have to die because of my safety?" Kyle questioned miserably. "You just don't care. They have loved ones too. People that care for them too. They deserve to live as much as I do! There are little children among them, for fucking Christ! It's not fair they should die so I can live! I don't want such a thing!"

"They are dead either way! All I'm doing is to limit the damage." Herr Cartman tried to reason but Kyle shook his head in disappointment, while he was in the verge of tears.

"I want to go to Stan's factory." He said in a low and shaky voice.

"Out of the question! You're not safe there! You're better off here!" Herr Cartman quickly refuted and stopped Kyle from insisting, who was already opening his mouth to say something clever. "Besides it's a danger out there. All streets and ways are being closely watched by Nazis and Allies. If the Germans catch you and discover you are a runaway Jew, they'll shoot you at the spot. If the Allies catch you, the moment you utter a German word, they'll shoot you on the spot!" Herr Cartman's words seemed to finally silence the Jew. Kyle adverted the Nazi's eyes and closed them. His head hung defeated, his shoulders were dropped down. "Kahl?" The fat Nazi asked, worried for the sudden change of attitude. He watched Kyle lift a shaky hand to his mouth and realized he was crying. He knew the redhead was struggling not to, but the pressure was too much to bear any longer. "I know you don't want to accept my latest decisions, but I really, really don't have any other options. I know you could be one of those Jews in the gas chambers or in the evacuation. But you are not. And to be honest, I really don't care about the others. Because I'm a fucking selfish dick. Because all I care is you! Only you and nobody else."

Herr Cartman spoke sincerely, his voice calmer and gentler. He was growing concerned, because Kyle refused to look to him and a sob escaped his lips. Carefully, he took a few steps closer and rested one hand on the Jew's shoulder. When Kyle offered no resistance, Herr Cartman gently enveloped his arms around the redhead and allowed him to weep silently against his shoulder. He knew Kyle would react badly at the news. The reason he had tried to hide his actions from the Jew, but Kyle was too clever for his own good. All the fat Nazi could do was hope once the redhead's fury and sorrow would subside, he would understand his good intentions behind his cruel actions and forgive him. Until them, all he could do was hold him in his arms. He listened to Kyle's irregular breathing and once and a while there was a muffed sob. Then, Kyle lifted his head so his lips were near his ear. Herr Cartman could feel the shaky warm breath against his skin. And then he felt his whole body paralyze. Kyle whispered the words. So full of despair. So full of sincerity.

"I love you."

A/N

In early 1945, a typhus epidemic occurred in Dachau camp caused by poor sanitation and overcrowding. The sick prisoners had to be gassed in one of the camp's five gas chambers. The epidemic was followed by an evacuation, in which too large numbers of the prisoners died, due to their weakened conditions caused by starvation and the cold weather.

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*The term «Death March» was used in the context of the World War II history, first by victims and afterwards by historians, to refer to the forcible movement between autumn 1944 and April 1945 by Nazi Germany. Thousands of prisoners were evacuated from concentration camps near the advancing war fronts to other camps inside Germany. Prisoners had to march on foot during the brutal winter weather without adequate food, shelter, or clothing. SS-guards had orders to shoot those who could not keep up. Other prisoners were evacuated by open freight car in the dead of winter. According to SS reports, more than 700.000 prisoners left the camps in January 1945. It has been estimated that nearly half of the total number of concentration camp deaths between 1933 and 1945 occurred during the last year of the war!

The most notorious of the death marches took place in January 1945, when the Soviet army advanced on occupied Poland. Nine days before the Soviets arrived at the Death Camp at Auschwitz, the SS marched nearly 60.000 prisoners out of the camp toward Wodzisław Śląski (German: Loslau), 35 miles away, where they were put on freight trains to other camps. Approximately 15.000 prisoners died on the way.

**On the 20th November 1944 Hitler left his wartime headquarters at Rastenberg (East Prussia) never to return. He went to Berlin, where he established himself at the bunker from where he would lead the war until his death.

*** Bulgaria started out on the Axis side of the war, but after being invaded by Russia ended up on the side of the Allies and declared war to Germany in the 9th September 1944.

**** Romania was, just like Bulgaria, on the side of the Axis Powers and helped to invade Russia (1941/42). However, on the 23th August 1944, following the overthrow of Dictator Marshal Ion Antonescu, Romania changed sides and fought for the Allies. Romanian troops fought alongside Soviet troops for the remainder of the war.

*****The winter of 1944 to 1945 was recorded as one of the coldest winters of the 20th century. Particularly, in the months of January and February 1945, with blizzards and temperatures as low as –25 °C (–13 °F). Even until the middle of March, temperatures were well below 0 °C (32 °F).