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Garroth x Aphmau // Der Deutsche Und Der Jude (The German and the Jew)

a/n- Sorry for the Garmau overload on this One-Shot series, we all really like the ship. Anyway.... This story takes place in 1943 in the concentration camp of the time, Birkenau-Auschwitz. I tried to keep it PG/G, but the Holocaust is a serious matter and worldwide devastation.

Some Key German Words You May Need Throughout The One-Shot:

Hallo Freund = Hello Friend

Vater = Father

Falsch = False

Halt = Stop

Warte ab = Wait

Das klavier = The piano

Kuchen = Cake

Schnee Erbse = Snow Pea

Der böse = Evil One

Abschied = Farewell

meine geliebte = My love

Also note that the composers were real composers of the time. If you're interested in WWII History, Music, the Violin, or the songs used, feel free to look them up.

*Advisory: Takes place during the Holocaust. Read at your own risk*

~Riley

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The time is 1943, and the world is in complete and utter chaos. With two days till Christmas, the war was still waging, Jews trapped across Europe, struggling and fighting for freedom. People passed left and right and cruel things happened to the best of people.

Aphmau Levine was one of the lucky ones. Besides being separated from her father, her mother suddenly passing away in her sleep, a mere number tattooed permanently to her arm, and her long, raven hair chopped to bits, she was lucky.

She was the commandant's violinist, a pure entertainer, but it came with perks others would die for. She received frilly dresses galore, fur covering her body to block the cold winter snow, extra rations and special treatment from the maids and helpers around his home.

But what Aphmau couldn't wrap around her head was Commandant Garte's sons. The middle son was rarely seem, always burrowed in his room. He was eery to Aphmau, so it was best he was avoided at all costs anyway. The youngest, the boy she came to know as Vlyad, was friendly enough to acknowledge her by her given name Aphmau, but around the leader, they were silent.

And lastly was the eldest, Garroth. His blonde hair and blue eyes radiated across the room, setting him apart from any of the brown haired hazel eyed prisoners he came to know. He was also the silent type, but always observed Aphmau from a distance, his eyes on a notepad or napkin. He came to know him as nice but reserved, only showing his creative side here and there. He often secretly gave her drawings, Aphmau giving him thanks with a smile.

Aphmau walked toward the brick home within the barrack, Garroth and Vlyad peering through the window waiting for her arrival. She entered the home silently and kicked her boots off, Vlyad handing her the violin at the door.

Vlyad smiled, "Hallo Freund! Whatcha up to?"

"Nothing much as always. Mr. Garte requested me to come over early though, something about you're having company?" She asked, sitting on a nearby chair and tuning my instrument. She briefly saw Garroth's blonde locks scurry across the hall, but thought nothing of it.