Unacceptable (GerIta) (Holocaust) (Boyxboy)

Chapter Eight

Ludwig's P.O.V

I was dragged off to the main office, and was shoved onto the ground.
Gilbert, my boss looked down at me with an evil glare, death in his eyes.

I looked up, my perfectly gelled hair falling into my face.

Gilbert chuckled and walked to my back, putting his black boot on top of me and laughing even more crazily.

What the hell did I get myself into?

He pressed down as a crack echoed from my back, and I held back a whimper.

"B-boss? Wh-What's....u-p?" I lied. I knew exactly what's up.

He found out.

I was being nice to a prisoner under watch.

Actually, more than nice. I showed HIM affection. and the bad part about that is, HIM.

Homosexual.

"Well you see Ludwig. We sent you the other day to a certain village to watch over our prisoners. You did your job but...you...did it the wrong way..as I've been told."

"You started..expressing your feelings....toward...a certain... Italian boy."

My face went pale and my blood ran cold.

"Nein. Sir. I swear I didn't."
Gilbert laughed at my lie, and glared down at me with his merciless eyes.

He pressed harder onto my back, making it crack more and finally I made a stifled whimper, from all the pain he was causing me.

He stepped off my back and spit on me, and then it happened. He ordered me to do something I would never want to do.

"I order you to kill that italian boy. If you dont, I'll. Do. It. For. You." He spoke every word like poison on his tongue.

And- I knew this meant business.

Gilbert picked me up and dusted me off.

"I swear Ludwig. If you do not kill him. I will. And i'll make him suffer."

I looked down at my boots and nodded, I didn't want anything to happen to him.

I love him.

I would sacrifice myself for him. I'd give up everything.

For him.

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I got to my position outside and watched Feliciano dig a useless trench.

I was in a daze and I only focused on him, which was not the smartest thing to do.

I had to watch everyone.

Which I didn't do.

And some of the Jews were slacking and just sitting in the trench.

Roderick walked over and slapped me. "Ahem!"

"Your supposed to be watching every prisoner you dumb German potato!"

I looked at him and huffed. "I am."

"Lies. Your watching your little...Boyfriend."

My blood boiled and I was about ready to knock this Austrian guy back to his country.

"He's not my boyfriend. And I am not just watching him."

Roderick laughs and puts his hands on his hips.

"Liar~ I see the love clouding your eyes over and making you a stupid German fooool~"

I clenched my hand into a fist and glared at him, my eyes piercing into him like nails.

"I. Do. Not. Like. Him." I denyed any affection towards him, even though I knew that every word I said was a lie.

I straightened my position and inhaled, watching over everyone this time.

"You can go now. I'm fine by myself."

Roderick laughs and walks off.

I hate that guy so much, no matter if he is a fellow Nazi. I hate him. He sounds cocky all the time and acts like he knows what's best.

I rolled my eyes and adjusted my uniform as my gaze drifted over to Feliciano again.

Sweat rolled down the side of his face and he opened his eyes, the sun bouncing off his beautiful honey eyes and making them bright.

He was covered in dirt and he was panting, he had obviously done a lot of the work.

I felt my face grow warm and my cheeks dusted a light pink.

I was blushing. No.

I rubbed my face irritatedly, pretending something was there and hoped the blush would go away by the time I was done.

I cleared my throat and walked over to Feliciano, pretending he was in trouble.

"Prisoner. Come with me."

"Now."

Feliciano looked at me, his eyes coated with fear and nodded.

I grabbed his arm roughly and dragged him inside to one of the barracks to speak to him privately.

I put him on a hay bed and looked down at him. "I just need to talk."

Feliciano had tears running from his eyes, he was scared. Terrified.

I sighed softly and took his hand in mine and kneeled down.

"My boss wants you dead. I want you to watch your back. I care for you. Ich leibe dich."

He furrows his eyebrows.

"You said that before you left. What does that even mean?"

"I love you."

He looked surprised but then blushed himself.

I stood up and picked him up too.
I embraced him and put a hand under his chin, lifting his head and connecting our lips softly but passionately.

Electric shocks run through my body and a blood rushes to my cheeks, making me blush deeply.

I set my hands on his hips and deepen the kiss, earning a squeak from the smaller man.

And then the unthinkable happened.

"LUDWIG." Roderick shrieks.