France, 1944. As the Allies land on the shores of Normandy, an unlikely friendship strikes up between Levi Ackerman, a widowed French Jew, and Eren Jäger, a deeply-in-the-closet lieutenant in the German Wehrmacht. The two deal with love, loss, digni...
Eren motioned for him to go on ahead. He briefly thought about how much trust and comfort it took to share a bathroom together like this.
He finished shaving and stepped back as Levi went to the sink to wash his hands. Then Levi left, and Eren returned to the sink to comb down his hair. He was amused that Carly had fully supplied the sink with anything an officer might need to make himself presentable after a wild night.
When he came back out, he saw Levi was already fully dressed.
"I'll leave now," said Levi.
Eren strode up to him first, wrapped him up in his arms, and gave him a kiss. "I'll be back soon, mein Schätzchen."
"I've told you before, don't call me that."
Eren chuckled and simply leaned over to give Levi another kiss. Then Levi walked over to the nightstand and opened the third drawer. Inside looked like a collection of photographs of naked women. He reached underneath the drawer, and Eren heard him click a switch. Then Levi walked over to the wall, gave it a push, and suddenly a portion of the wall molding cracked open. The wall creaked open, followed by a whiff of cold air.
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Eren glanced inside. He ran his hand along the molding, surprised by how clever the secret entrance was. The molding meant that any perceived gap between it and the rest of the wall would be mistaken as just the wood warping up. Inside was a tunnel that led to a staircase. Levi walked inside to a gun placed on the ground, picked it up, returned to Eren, and handed the gun over.
"I'm glad you slept well, but we can hide your gun in here if it helps you."
Eren stowed the Luger back in his holster. "It helped, knowing I can't shoot you."
Levi frowned, truly worried for his mental health.
"What do you want for breakfast?" Eren asked, seemingly not aware that his little confession was anything to be worried about.
"I'm fine with anything." He looked down the dark corridor beyond the false wall, then back to Eren. "Be safe out there."
Eren gave him a final kiss, and Levi carefully swiveled the wall until it locked into place. Eren pressed his hand on the wall, but he had to admit, it felt sturdy and not like it was a secret passage.
He left the room, trotted down the stairs, and saw the messy aftermath of the previous night's party. A few soldiers were just leaving, groggy and stumbling with hangovers. Rather than musicians, there was a gramophone playing some light classical music. Ladies were cleaning up, and even Carly was out there with a broom in her hand.
"Herr Oberleutnant, guten Morgen."
"Guten Morgen," he replied stiffly.
"Looking for breakfast?" She glanced at a clock on the wall. "Or perhaps lunch. Please, bring some food from our kitchen up to your sweetheart."
