Unacceptable (GerIta) (Holocaust) (Boyxboy)

Chapter Ten

Feliciano's P.O.V

I bolted away as fast as I could, making sure I would never get caught.

I ran and ran until my wounds cut open and started bleeding again, slowing me down.

I panted and sat down, lights gleaming in the distance.

I looked up and saw my old village, and excitement ran through my body.
I limped to the village, and entered it as the street lights shined in the moodlight.

A grin appeared on my face as blood dripped onto the dirt, but I ignored it.

I ran to my house, bursting through the front door and screaming.

"I'm home dad!" But then I realized.

He died.

He died at the concentration camp, so didn't my brother.

I'm alone.

My heart ached and tears welded at the corners of my eyes.

I let tears fall down my cheeks as I fell to my knees, crying loudly and covering my face.

Bad memories struck me and hit me like a bullet to the chest and I wanted to die.

I wish Ludwig didn't save me..

I curled in a ball and cried, as a cold breeze hit me.

I. Am. Alone.

Ludwig's P.O.V.

The truck pulled into the concentration camp, hauling to a stop.

The engine went quiet and car doors were slammed.

They. Were. Not. Happy.

They opened the back doors and grabbed me roughly, shoving me to the ground before I could stand fully.

I stood up and dusted myself off, glaring at the Nazis.

They smirk and drag me to the main office where my brother sat, his boots rested on his desk.

The toss me in and leave, slamming the door.

Gilbert looks over at me and smirks.

"Hallo Bruder, take a seat. Get comfortable why dont you?"

I nod and sit down in a seat, shifting.

I was actually really terrified, but I held back my feelings.

Gilbert sighed softly and stood up, putting his hands on his dest.
"Bruder...Bruder...Bruder." "I heard some rumors...that you helped feliciano out of this camp."

I shook my head, denying what he was saying with a strait face.

He chuckled and wiped his eye.

"Good one! Seriously. Good one! But, if you want to live I would suggest telling me the truth."

I gulp and look into his eyes, standing up as well.

"I am telling the truth my dear bruder."

And like a flash I was pinned against the wall by my throat, my brothers hands around my neck, applying some pressure.

"Do you want to tell me the truth now?"

I started to panick on the inside and cleared my throat, trying to calm my breathing. "I am."

My brother laughs and slams me against the wall, earning a stifled distress noise out of me.

He throws me to the ground and gets out a whip, cracking it and making me panick worse.