Amor Vincit Omnia (means love conquers all)

Disclaimer: I don't own APH and I don't make money with this.

Warnings: WW2, exterminationcamp, Nazi's, violence, Yaoi. (Don't like, don't read)

Rating: M

Summary: Feliciano's a prisoner at Sobibor, he meets an interesting soldier. (Short summary because I don't want to give anything away)

The first two chapters might be a little dramatic (because of the subject) which is why it will be different from my other story 'blue eyes', but please be patient, I promise there will be romance too.

There might be some errors because I couldn't re-read this (my family keeps distracting me..grrr)

Enjoy!

Feliciano Vargas.

The smell of the camp is outright terrible.

Sleeping in a barack with hundreds of people and sharing your so called 'bed' with three other man is awful.

Living in a camp is like hell.

I've been in this hell for only three months but it feels like I've been here for ten years. You forget about time because it doesn't matter anymore ; you will never get out of here alive.. A disturbing thought that keeps repeating itself in my mind, of course I try not to think about it too much just like everybody else ; because we all wish to survive.

This place is called Sobibor, an exterminationcamp in Poland.

I'm here because I used to be a member of the Resistanza ; they captured me when I've tried to blow up a building , a building that happened to be very important to the Nazi's, not that I didn't know about that. We needed weapons and we knew we could find them there. My friends escaped, but I was unlucky that day. Before the war started I used to practice as a doctor in Rome.

I miss my parents, but most of all I miss my brother ; Lovino. He's two years older than me but we could get along very well ; people used to think we were twins.

I would do anything to send him a letter , but it's not allowed to write letters to anyone, and I don't have any money either to pay someone to somehow send a letter to him.

Sacha ; he's one of my best friends and he is a prisoner because he helped hiding Jews.

I first met him while working at the quarry ; which is the hardest work anyone has ever done. We thought that if we would just keep our mouths shut (which is not an easy task for me) and work hard enough that we would be allowed to do other work after a while ; but we were wrong...

I lift my pickaxe, mentally preparing myself for another boring and harsh day when Sacha pokes me in the side.

"What is it?" I whisper. We're not allowed to talk after all.

"Look, there's a new guard" I turn to see who he's talking about and I'm surprised to see it's not the dark haired, fat soldier standing there but another soldier ; he's tall, blonde haired, blue eyed and he looks extremely serious.

"He doesn't look very friendly" I whisper to Sacha.

"I'm sure he's worse than the fat bastard, the young ones always are." Sacha whispers back to me.

We get back to work because we don't want to annoy our new guard on the first day, it could get us killed after all.

...

The sun's burning on our skin and we've been doing this for two hours now. My muscles are hurting.

"Feliciano.. I can't-" Sacha stammers before falling to the ground.

"Sacha!" I kneel next to him, not caring about making noise anymore. He's my best friend and if I lose him... then I don't know what to do.

"Feliciano.. I can't.. I can't do this anymore. S-so tired. I-I'm too old" He whispers. Sacha's fifty years old and despite our age difference we can get along very well.

"Get up!" The sudden booming voice of a German soldier makes me jump. I look up, staring directly into the blond soldier's eyes.

"Please sir.. no more" Sacha dares to say.

"You have to work until five o 'clock, just like everybody else. Now get up!" The soldier doesn't seem to be very angry, rather tired.

"I-I can't" Sacha's still on the floor.

"Please sir, he always works very hard" I bring in, even though it's useless and I suddenly forget how dangerous this situation could get and grab the soldier's wrist ; not to hurt him, just to make him listen. His eyes widen and I immediately realize my mistake and mentally prepare myself to die. I quickly let go of his wrist, not failing to notice the bruise on his pale skin, I must have squeezed harder than I intended to.

"Fine, he can take a break for ten minutes" He says before leaving us. I can't believe what he just said, any other guard would just shoot us right away, especially after my little 'mistake'. "Thank you.." I whisper and I know for sure that the soldier didn't hear me.

Three hundred prisoners are working at the quarry but none of them saw what happened. I help Sacha to get into a sitting position and tell him to take a few deep breaths.

"You'll be ok, you're just tired"

"Take a break for ten minutes?" Sacha's laughing. "The blond soldier must be crazy" Sacha's right, prisoners don't take breaks, they have to work all day untill they die.

"Or maybe he's just eh.. friendly?" I don't seem to believe this myself. There are no friendly Nazi's.

"Feliciano, if another soldier saw what he just did he would be reported ; so he must be crazy to take such a risk"

We both agree on that and go back to work.

At the end of the day I'm really tired, just like everybody else and I find myself staring at our guard again from the corners of my eyes. He's talking to another soldier ; they seem to like each other because they're both laughing. Laughing at a place like this.

"Are you going to write a book about him?"

Sacha's voice brings me back to reality.

"Hm?" What book?

"About the new guard, you've been following his every move today. "

"I did? Well I just think he's interesting, besides there's nothing else to do.. it gives me something to think about while working I guess"

My friend nods. "Yes why not, the Germans are interesting in a weird way"

...

We're standing in line to get our food. I remember when my parents used to cook for me at home we would all eat together at the dinnertable. Having dinner at Sobibor is nothing like that ; prisoners get a plate filled with some soup which is actually more like water and before they have time to sit down at one of the large tables dinnertime is over and they take your plate from you. The SS soldiers enjoy doing this to us.

As soon as we get our plates we run to the table, sit down and immediately start eating. There's no time for talking, not at all.. not if you want to live.

After five minutes a soldier takes my plate from me.

"That's enough for today" He says smiling sadistically,and I recognize him as the soldier who was talking to the new guard a few minutes ago. If the soldier really likes this awful man as a sort of friend, then he must be a monster too.

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