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!

Germany was one great chaos.

Every day new thousands and thousands of Jews were liberated from the camps. Others, who had in some miraculous way, found ways of surviving hidden during the whole war, finally came back to the daylight and dared to walk in the streets again. They returned to a ruined Germany, whose future was uncertain. This war had not only taken many lives, but also destroyed a lot. Jews, prisoners of war, German civilians, they all had to pick up the pieces of whatever was left. They all were forced to start a new life, chose a new path and survive in this broken country.

As for the world, it would never be the same again. This war had brought too many horrors to the surface. It destroyed Europa, North Africa and Asia. Many cities in the different continents had been bombed. They were completely destroyed, ruined and unrecognizable. The war had a global impact and demanded new laws, new peaceful agreements, more control for Human Rights inside the different countries. Because one of the things this war taught mankind was that, despite the independence of countries, of different cultures and divergent politics; they were all intertwined, all connected. The world had seen two disastrous wars and a third one had to be hindered.

"All is pile of concrete. Magnificent monuments are wrecked. Beautiful buildings in ruins. So many shattered homes. Berlin is now guarded by soldiers speaking strange and uncomprehending tongues. They march in groups, the sound of their heavy boots echoing in the wrecked streets. Heavily loaded tanks drive on roads made of brocks, crushing broken glass, wood, metal and tiles. The citizens of the once so beautiful and prosperous capital are now poor and devastated. The German people is too victim of this horrible war. Hitler, our inspiring Führer, abandoned his people in the last hours. He left his followers in the mercy of the enemy. We, Germans, were betrayed by the man that promised us a better world. He promised wealth, glory and an empire. But all he gave us was misery and shame. Now, people are homeless with no food, clothes or any other kind of possessions. Tormented men and women are now left with nothing but confusion, dishonor and a ruined country. The future generations will have to bear the stigma of mass-genocide. We are victims of a bad judgment."

Kyle read a column in the newspaper and sighed. He put it aside with a heavy heart. He was tired of reading and hearing bad news. After three weeks in Butters' home, he still didn't know anything about his parent's whereabouts. He and Butters tried everything. They called Stan's factory. Nothing. Stans' parents. Nothing. Wendy's parents. Nothing. The lines were or dead or the phone would keep on ringing endlessly without ever being picked up. They called the Central Tracing Bureau* that gave them the several Displaced Persons Camps contacts**. But communication was almost impossible. If the lines weren't dead, then they were engaged all the time. And when finally somebody answered, no Broflovski were registered. Kyle and Butters were informed that it was taking longer to update new registries than wished, as result of the overflow of Jews seeking help. Even the addiction of volunteers in the Displaced Persons Camps wasn't enough to answer to amount of help requests. The boys were advised to have the radio on the whole day, in case Kyle's family would be named, which they did. And so, the Stotch household listened daily to the many names of camp survivors searching relatives. Broflovski wasn't mentioned one single time. Not even after Kyle gave his name, several times already, during these three weeks. The UNRRA***was doing everything in its power to reunite separate families. But they were simply too many. It would take a while before everybody was properly registered and contacted. Until then, Kyle and Butters were asked to be patient.

Kyle lifted his head looking tired. He unconsciously brushed his curls. His hair had grown back in an amazing speed, just like he had gained his lost pounds quite quickly. Although he relaxed and rested more, he wished he slept better. His nights were haunted by recurrent anxious dreams. In his dreams, Kyle was always separated from his family or from Herr Cartman. He always ended alone, shouting their names desperately. He often woke up screaming, with Butters already holding him and speaking comforting words to soothe him down. Kyle would end up falling asleep with the blonde's arms wrapped around his chest.

The redhead had a lot to thank Butters and his family. He had to admit that Steven and Linda Stotch were strange people with uncharacteristic strict rules and moral ethics (Butters being therefore often grounded), but they were good-hearted people. They did everything so he felt at home, welcome and safe. And for this was extremely thankful. He looked at Butters, who was phoning the Displaced Persons Camp in Nuremberg for the thousandth time today. The boys had been informed, that considering the geographical localization of Stan's factory, it was most likely they would be redirected to his department.

"Let it go, Butters. They're closing soon. They won't even pick up the phone anymore." Kyle said completely demoralized.

Butters stared at him a bit surprised. Kyle had been these past weeks, despite the adversities, always optimistic and persistent. Seeing him this down and this discouraged made his heart speed from revolt. He knew Kyle had suffered a lot. He did not talk about the camp and barely mentioned Herr Cartman (which he concluded, was because it was too painful). He never cried and never played the role of victim. He dismissed and ignored the shameful and apologizing looks people gave him when they discovered he was a Jew. Because he had no kind of remorse towards civilians. Only towards important members and heads of the Nazi regime.

But Butters knew Kyle bore silently and uncomplainingly a great pain. He carried a heavy weight of loss. This pain came out in the form of horrible frightening nightmares. It echoed in sad new melodic compositions. It reflected in his deep forest green eyes, every time a negative answer was given about his family's whereabouts. Kyle had been nothing but strong and persistent. All smiles, full of optimism and hope. Until now. Listening to his depressed and defeated tone triggered something in Butters. It was just too unfair! After all he had gone through, Kyle deserved to be reunited with his family. And Butters was decided to make it happen.

"No. I am not giving up! You have gone through enough already!" Butters said with a resolute voice, but Kyle didn't even react. The blond looked at him with compassion. He understood his friend didn't have the heart to go on any more. So he dialed the numbers he had already memorized, listened to the sound of calling and waited, waited, waited.

"Nuremberg Displaced Persons Camp. Good evening, how can I help you?"

"Hello. M-My friend Kyle had been already three weeks trying to find his family. We know they were in the Marsh Clothing Factory, in Lindonhof. Gerald, Sheila and Ike Broflovski. We need to know where they are!" Butter's said in an impatient tone.

"A moment please, let me check…" There was a pause. Butters could heard the sound of ruffling, pages being turned, many voices and typing machines in the background. "I'm sorry. I have nobody with these names in the registries. You have to contact the Central Tracing Bureau for more information. They receive all the updated registries from our different units, maybe from there…" The woman's voice was abruptly cut by Butters.

"NO! N-Now listen to me l-lady!" Butter's stuttered in his anger, sounding strangely determined. Kyle lifted his head in shock, never ever hearing his friend use that tone of voice before. "I already did that! I go through this every single day! I-I do exactly what you people tell me to do! I keep being send from department to department and nothing! I need to know now!"

"Mister, you must understand, we have our limitations…" The woman started, sounding annoyed by the sudden outburst, but again, Butters interrupted her.

"You're breaking my balls, madam." Butters coolly said. Kyle snickered surprised but amused, because this was exactly the strategy Herr Cartman used when he wanted something. He stared with some awe, because Butter's had imitated the fat Nazi's tone quite accurately.

"W-What?" The woman from the other end replied shocked and confused.

"You're breaking mah balls." He repeated, this time reproducing the fat Nazi's unmistakable accent. Kyle covered his mouth with his hand, not believing what he was witnessing. "I want you to call out an announcement now, to know if they are presently in the building."

"S-Sir, we are not allowed to…"

"Breaking mah balls, Ma'm. Breaking mah balls." Butters insisted in a quite nonchalant tone.

"A-All right, for this time then. Wait a moment please." The woman nervously answered from the other end

. Butters felt a strange warm feeling of triumph swell up in his chest as he heard a metallic voice in the background call for the Broflovskis. It was repeated and then there was a pause. He switched looks with Kyle. The redhead stared at him, eyes widened, his face full of expectation and hope. Butters heard voice far away. He was almost certain it was a man saying Kyle' name. Shortly after, the woman was back on the phone. "Sir, are you still there?"

"Yes, I am." Butters answered, faking a deeper determined voice, his heartbeat racing a mile an hour.

"There is a man here claiming to be Gerald Broflovski." The woman hurriedly said. "He's telling me his missing son is Kyle."

"Kyle, they found your dad!" Butters yelled and Kyle practically jumped from his chair, his eyes shining from sheer hope and happiness. "C-Could you please pass him through? Kyle is right here." Butters asked, back to his normal tone filled with politeness. He heard the woman give him a positive answer and he handed the phone over to Kyle. The redhead accepted it with trembling hands, the anticipation being huge.

"Dad?!" Kyle's voice came out high-pitched, joy and fear all mixed in one word.

"Kyle! My boy! Kyle, are you alright?"

"Dad! Oh, daddy, I'm so happy to hear you!" Kyle practically screamed half in sobs.

Tears cascaded freely down his face, while he uttered words of love to his father. He hadn't called his father "daddy" since elementary school. Butters gave a few steps back so his Jewish friend had more privacy. He smiled sweetly. A few involuntary tears escaped his eyes, while he watched Kyle crumble down right in front of him, clinging to the phone like his life depended of it, laughing and crying of joy. All the stress, all the worries, all the uncertainties from the past weeks were finally over. Kyle could finally sleep knowing his family was alive and well. He could finally sleep knowing soon they would be together again. He could play happy songs again and look at the future with hope and bright eyes. Kyle could finally move on.

Part of Butters regretted the fact Kyle would soon leave his home. The blonde would miss the redhead's company terribly. Despite of them being the same age, Kyle had become to him a kind of older brother. Kyle always acted protective, wise and supportive. Thanks to Kyle, Butters was timidly coming out of his shell. Thanks to Kyle, Butters dared to stand up against his parents when they were unfair to him, even if he was hesitant. The Jew had given him many advises about his parents, about independence and the wrongs of submissiveness. Mainly, Butters would miss Kyle telling him to grow up. But the blonde could not feel happier for his friend. He believed everything happened for a reason and that everything had its time. And Kyle's time to stay and support him had ended now. Butters knew it was time for him to grow up. Alone. By himself.

…

The Stotchs had been insisted to give Kyle a ride to Nuremberg, despite the redhead's strong opposition. He thought they had done already more than enough to help him and didn't want to misuse they kindness. But again, as odd and strict as they were, the Stotchs were good people. So the family took a day out to go on a trip to the town. Although Kyle had been visually excited to meet his family, once they entered the car, he became quiet and remained the whole journey silent and thoughtful.

"Kyle, are you okay?" Butters asked, not understanding why the Jew looked so somber. The redhead turned his head to face him and looked surprised for moments, like if he had awoken from some daydream.

"Me? Sure." Kyle answered perplexed.

"I-It's just, you've been so silent and look upset with something." Butters confessed his worries and Kyle smiled.

"I was just wondering…What will happen to Stan and Eric." Kyle whispered in a sad smile, not wanting Butters' parents to hear him.

"Oh. I'm sure they'll be fine. I'm sure everybody that worked in Stan's factory will come in his defense. He'll be freed from any charges." Butters cheerfully said, his friend involuntarily mirroring his smile. "As for Eric…He can take care of himself. If there's somebody who always finds a way, it's him."

Kyle smiled sincerely. He knew Butters was right. He knew it was a matter of time and Stan would be free of any charges. Still, it was hard not to feel revolted. He wished he could yell in defense of his best friend and tell the world the real hero Stan Marsh was. He wished he could expose the sacrifices this fake Nazi took in saving other's lives. But he knew, all the Jews that were saved by his best friend would contact the United Nations. Stan's name would be cleared. It was only a matter of time.

As for Herr Cartman. Well, he did believe the fat Nazi was shrewd enough to evade officials from the Allies. But it would be challenging. The SS had done great atrocities in the Dachau. He had written those two messed-up essays. He had inspired Herr Reinhard and the Final Solution's plan. Herr Cartman would be tiredly hunted because he truly deserved to be imprisoned. He deserved to be judged for crimes against Humanity, more than most Nazis. But Kyle did not want justice to win this one time. He considered himself selfish for wishing the SS's safety. But he had given his heart to him so long ago and nothing could change this anymore. He knew Herr Cartman was clever and resourceful. He knew he would find ways in surviving. He only hoped he would be true to his promise and come back to him.

One day.

A/N

I sense a warm reunion coming up soon :)

* Central Tracing Bureau = Soon after liberation, survivors began searching for their families. UNRRA established the «Central Tracing Bureau» to help survivors locate relatives who had survived the concentration camps. Public radio broadcasts and newspapers contained lists of survivors and their whereabouts. The attempt to reunite families went hand-in-hand with the creation of new ones; there were many weddings and many births in the Displaced Persons Camps.

** Displaced Persons Camps = From 1945 to 1952, more than 250,000 Jewish displaced persons (DPs) lived in camps and urban centers in Germany, Austria, and Italy. These facilities were administered by Allied authorities and the United Nations Relief and Rehabilitation Administration (UNRRA***). Many of the camps were former concentration camps and German army camps. Among the concerns facing these Jewish DPs in the years following the Holocaust were the problems of daily life in the displaced persons camps, Zionism, and emigration. Schools were established and teachers came from Israel and the United States to teach the children in the DP camps. Orthodox Judaism also began its rebirth as "yeshivot" (religious schools) were founded in several camps, including Bergen-Belsen, Foehrenwald, and Feldafing.

*** UNRRA = United Nations Relief and Rehabilitation Administration. It was created at a 44-nation conference at the White House on November 9, 1943. Its mission was to provide economic assistance to European nations after World War II, to repatriate and assist the refugees who would come under Allied control. The UNRRA assisted in the repatriation of millions of refugees in 1945 and managed hundreds of displaced persons camps in Germany, Italy, and Austria during that year. It provided health and welfare assistance to the DPs, as well as vocational training and entertainment. It administered the work of 23 separate voluntary welfare agencies, including the Joint Distribution Committee, the Organization for Rehabilitation through Training (ORT), and the Hebrew Immigrant Aid Society (HIAS). In 1947, its tasks were taken over by the International Refugee Organization (IRO). The new agency inherited the care of 643,000 displaced persons in 1948.

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I knew none of these things until I wrote this story! 00'