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It had been about a month, the initial disgust of scalping the Nazis had finally worn off on the bastards. You weren't too bothered, you were a medic, and had seen someone's whole throat cut to the extend they looked like a pez dispenser. You would scalp some occasionally, you were trained to shoot and were just as good as a marksman as the others, you just mostly stood back since you were valuable. You take out the medic, and you take out the entire team. 

The team had just taken out an entire patrol, Aldo was informed about a man named Hugo Stiglitz, Nazi killer. Aldo had sat the team down, sharpening his large blade. Everyone was confused, thinking they had done good. What were they about to get chewed out for? He had already told Donny, who in turn had to tell his best friend. Y'all were gonna go pick up the Nazi killer. And it seemed as though it had to be tonight, because he was getting sent to Berlin in the morning. 

Everyone had snuck up so quietly it seemed they weren't there, Wicki and Donny had sliced the guards throats, while you and the rest of the team blasted the outer guards to smithereens. You all walked in, looking at a disheveled man smoking a cigarette. He had a few welts on his face, but was still handsome underneath the bruising and grime. Aldo would definitely make you give him a thorough lookover when y'all got back to camp, he was probably in bad condition. "Sergeant Hugo Stiglitz?" The blond nodded slowly. "Lt Aldo Raine, we're the bastards. Ever heard of us?" Another slow nod. "We just wanna say we're a big fan of your work when it comes to killin' Nazi's. But you'se still an amateur." Lt leaned on the bars. "Thinkin' 'bout going pro?" Another quiet nod, and Lt shot the lock and let him out. 

He wobbled, but steadily made his way back to the camp with the rest of the team. You ushered him into the med tent, putting on some gloves and telling him to take his coat off to reveal his tank top. "You got any bad wounds, anything hurtin' ya or uncomfortable?" He nodded, and you were shocked by his hoarse voice. "My back." You pulled his shirt up, seeing large gashes. Nothing phased you in war anymore, so you simply disinfected it, put some salve on top, and checked for anymore wounds. After that, you began to disinfect your instruments. "Have a good night, have Aldo give you a can of beans." He left quietly. 

Donny came in behind him, and you turned, propping up on the folding table. "What, scrape your knee?" You joked. He scoffed and leaned on the wooden support beam. "Nah, just wanted to tell you that your aim is getting better. Barely even felt my life threatened by friendly fire." You punched him in the arm. "I can't stand you." 

You looked up at Donny and couldn't help but smile, he was like a breath of fresh air after a long and bloody day. Like a reminder of home, even though you lived in the south, far from where he came from. You two would sometimes trade stories, Donny liked your accent and stories about living on a farm. Cows were apparently really entertaining, and chickens still run for hours after their heads get cut off. "Got good news for ya, cowgirl." You quirked an eyebrow up at him. 

"Going to a bar soon, hope you packed going out clothes instead of pants and one of Smitty's button downs." He didn't lie, about two more days of rucking through the woods, and you had arrived to a tavern with a hot shower and a nice, plush bed. The boys were, well, being boys. They all went off to the whorehouse, aside from Hugo. You both were sitting at a table, playing cards. "Thank you." His voice shocked you. "For?" Hugo shot you a sparring glance, throwing a card down and took a drag of his cigarette. "Not pitying me, at my scars. You treated me like I was a normal person." It caught you off guard for the second time. You nodded, throwing down a card and winning. 

About two hours had passed, and all the rest of the team walked in the bar ready for drinks. Surprisingly, Hugo was pretty funny. It was the offhand, sarcastic comments that really made you laugh. He had just said something about one of the guys and you felt a stitch come up in your side from laughing so hard. Everyone sat down, and after the drinks got going, Hirschberg said dumb shit like always. "Hugo, you tryna put down the moves on our medic?" You laughed, the buzz made you a little looser and easier to make laugh. Donny glared at the two. "Better not be." 

"Oh Donny stop acting like my boyfriend, you know you were making a French hooker scream like an hour ago." You joked, and the man hushed almost instantly. A couple more rounds passed, and you'd admit, it had been a while since you'd drank like this. Three whisky shots and you were feeling more than just buzzed. Of course, this made you get up and dance to whatever record was on. This was an OSS bar, so you weren't worried about dancing with a Nazi officer. A blond haired, country-bumpkin with a voice as smooth as warm butter came and spun you all around the dance floor. It felt like home, square dancing and swinging with someone who actually knew how to dance. It felt like hours, until someone intervened to dance. Surprisingly, it was your Lt. "I'll take it from here son, throwing 'round my damn medic like a rag doll." And be damned, that made could get down too. Once you were feeling the alcohol start to wear off, you went back to the table to drink more. The silk of your green v-neck was sticking to you a bit, and eventually you cracked one of the windows open. 

Donny walked up beside you, his shit eating grin on. "Whatcha want, Donowitz?" "I want you to dance with me." You set the glass down, smiling back, and lead him to the floor. You danced with him for a good bit, and he had to retire. Finally, the exhaustion was hitting you too. Your chin was propped up on your hand before you found yourself falling in and out of sleep. You startled awake when someone's elbow nudged your arm. You looked around, all of your teammates seemed to be dancing with someone aside from Donny; who was making out with a barmaid. Horn-dog just couldn't keep it in his pants today, could he? You looked to your side, seeing Stiglitz looking at you with concern. Or as much as he could express. "Go to bed." You nodded, going to stand but stumbling a bit. He sighed, offering his arm to you. "No-no, I've got it sug." You took a couple wobbly steps before Hugo caught you, and sighed. He put your arm around his shoulders and began to walk you to your room. He opened the door and sat you on your bed, then turned and left. 

You weren't sure if it had been five minutes or an hour, but you heard yelling and stomping to your door. You had already put on your silk slip dress for pajamas, drinking water to sober you up. There was banging on your door, and you slipped on the robe that was provided by the inn. It was Donny who looked frazzled, and Hugo behind him who looked equally as pissed. "Y-YN, are you ok? I remember seeing you drunk and the kraut brought you up here. Did he do anything?" You squinted your eyes, actually getting mad at your best friend. 

"Excuse the fuck outta you, Donovan. He made sure I got back to my room safely while you had your tongue stuck down some floozie's throat. Don't you ever accuse him of something like that again." Donny was obviously drunk, but this seemed to calm him down a bit. He pointed at Hugo, and Hugo looked eerily calm and you worried that Stiglitz would slice his finger off. "YN is important to me, don't let me find out you hurt her in any way." He slurred and stumbled down the hallway. You ushered Stiglitz near you, and looked at him with remorse. "Thank you Stiglitz, I'm so sorry you had to deal with his drunk ass. He just worries, he acts like I'm his sister or something." 

Stiglitz looked at you. "You think he thinks of you like a sister? You should've seen how fast he shoved that bar maid off of him when he saw me walk you up the stairs. He was furious. Think he likes you." You laughed, the tension leaving your shoulders and relaxing your arched brows. "You're funny. Sweet dreams, Stiglitz."