My foot steps creaked against the old, dusty floor boards as I walked into my dark bedroom.
I sat on my bed and sighed, trying to release these feelings and rid of them.
I can't have these feelings, I'll be killed for two reasons.
Being a homosexual and being an Italian immigrant.
I know..if I get sucked in by the demon..nothing good will come out of it.
I'm working with the devil, I'm living with him as well.
I sigh again, as my mind drifts off.
I slip into a dream, about me and the Nazi.
It was almost like it could happen..it..felt so real...
"Feli..." Ludwig whispered, into my ear as he approached me.
I turned and our gazes locked.
He walked up to me and took my soft white hands in his big muscular ones.
He smiled softly and moved his face closer to mine, out lips almost inches away.
"Feli?"
"Feli?!"
"Feli?!" Ludwig calls, snapping me back into reality.
"Wh-wha-huh?!" I gasp for air as my heart thumps loudly against my chest.
"I'm..sorry.." I sink my head low, obviously I knew he couldn't know what I was dreaming about..but I still felt bad for thinking about that stuff..between me and him, it made me feel guilty using him in my daydreams.
Ludwig sighed loudly. "Well, since I'm staying here now...I need somewhere to sleep, and your father said this is where I should rest."
What.
"Excuse me?"
Ludwig looked me directly in the eyes, furrowing his eyebrows and sending fluttering shocks throughout my stomach.
"I'm resting in here." He repeated loudly.
I flinched slightly, because of his loud, firm voice.
"O-okay-" I sputtered nervously.
He sighed and sat down next to me on my bed.
"Listen, I'm not like the others. I'm different. I won't hurt you or your family." He looked at me and smiled softly.
I can't trust him.
He's a liar.
He'll drag me into his trap and hurt me.
This has happen before, we trusted a German.
And now there's only my father, me, and my brother.
They dragged my mother into their lies, and tricked her.
And she was brought to a concentration camp.
We haven't seen her since.
Ludwig sighed. "I promise."
He- what?
"Promise?"
"Ja. I promise you. I won't hurt you..your diffent from the others."
I turned away and stood up, my mind racing.
I shook my head and went downstairs, dismissing any thought about him.

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Unacceptable (GerIta) (Holocaust) (Boyxboy)
Fanfiction(I dont own Hetalia!) (BoyxBoy!) (WARNING: This story contains derogetory scenes and words, about Nazism, Jews, and Graphic scenes in the concentration camps, I have NOTHING against anyone.) The date was June 14, 1940. This was the date of when the...