Airplanes

This is a story that takes place during WW2. It is written by Isillith and Eid, and while we try to be historically accurate, we really aren't all that concerned with the accuracy. If there is a glaring error, let us know, but otherwise, go with the flow. ^_^ Enjoy.

They are (now) living in Poland, they have come from Germany. Sorry if this has been confusing, I'll take some time to go over the story and make sure their placement is correct. It's just one of those things you forget to add because you know all the details ^^ My apologies.

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Gum snapping, foot tapping, a blond, blue-eyed youth of about seventeen stood next to a well dressed woman, tugging at one of the black suspender straps that lay against his chest. He hated waiting, for trains especially, but today was important...or so his mother had said. He didn't understand why.

"Armin! Stand up straight and get rid of that gum!" The lady beside him chided, giving him a smack upside the head. The move made him swallow said gum, but he didn't have time to whine about it as a large smoke stack billowed, its horn rendering all other sound mute. The chug of the train was terrible, as was the smoke, but the youths mother seemed thrilled.

Crazy woman.

"Ma, what're we doing here anyway?"
"You'll see! We're going to have a guest staying with us for...some time."
"How long is some time?"
"Hush, they'll be getting off soon!"

With a sigh, he pushed fine bangs out of his clear eyes, waiting yet again. The train slowed, and stopped. People poured out of it, finally an older Jewish woman- quite obviously Jewish from the long, extremely curly brown hair and facial shape. She was about as old as the blond boys mother, tugging someone else along behind her and carrying a worn brown suitcase. She cried something in Hebrew and hugged Armin's mother; she was an old family friend, after all. The person behind her, not quite as tall as she was, stayed rooted behind her. Armin managed to catch a glimpse of the figure behind the larger old woman. Eyebrow raising curiously, he noticed first and foremost, long curly ringlets of brown hair and giant brown eyes. However, Armin didn't get a very good look, because the Jewish woman started to croon over him boy, pulling at his cheeks and almost looking him over as if he was a horse to be bought.

"Ahh, it's nice to see you too..." Unsure of what to do as the lady tugged at him, Armin just smiled and pretended as if he at least vaguely remember the woman, trying to smile even as his face was mauled. As she finally let go of him to jabber at his mother some more, the mere fact that she was jabbering in Hebrew making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Finally let alone, he turned to get a better look at the... girl? There was certainly something different about her. She was, after all, nearly Armins height, and he wasn't short... she was kinda cute though. Her clothes weren't terribly nice, but they weren't grungy or dirty, either. Armin gave a slight sniff of distaste; probably her 'Sunday Best'.

" 'Lo..." he mumbled, looking to his mother as is for some way out of this 'having to be a friend to a Jewish chick' thing. His friends would beat him up! "Armin, Eli-...Elia, come along you two!" Armins mother barked at them before tugging the little Jewish lady along with her. "We brought the car so we can go straight home and get Elia unpacked..." Armin paled. This girl was going to be staying with them? They didn't have an extra room!

As they were tugged along by their parents, Armin noticed that the girl, Elia, apparently, was barely managing to keep up even in the stupid shoes with the little heel things on them. Glancing over every so often at the girl, Armin couldn't help but grin. She must not have been much of a lady, the way she walked in heels. As they sat in the car, both mother's in front, the
blond youth kept stealing glances. Kinda' knobby knees, but not too bad... The car pulled to a halt after about ten minutes, and Armin pulled his eyes from the Jewish girl yet again and moved himself quickly, running up the front stairs of a very nice looking townhouse, thin, but long in design, with trellis at every window and a dark blue/white paint scheme. Throwing open the door, he didn't wait for anyone before he went right up the stairs in the middle of the hall to his bedroom.

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"I am sorry about him...he's probably just confused. Dear, if you want you can take your suitcase upstairs. If you can find Armin again, tell him to come see me...and you can put your things in his room, okay?" The blond, blue-eyed lady smiled patronizingly at the girl, who only cast a glance at her mother. The older woman smiled, nodded, and gave her a nudge up the steps "You can go get changed. We'll be downstairs." She gave a bit of a nod and glanced at the blond woman before moving upstairs, using the railing as not to fall down them, going as quickly as she could.

Hesitating a bit at the door, she paused, staring at the handle, as if it was some form of sharp, painful object. Finally, taking in a deep breath, and rolling her eyes at herself, she pushed open the door after turning the handle, moving into the room and closing it behind herself, and looking around the room for a place to set her suitcase.

"What..." Armin sat up immediately on the one bed in the room, a single and already too small for him. The room was pretty clean though, a few magazines strewn about. He threw the one he had down and stood up, agitated. "What are you doing? This is my room..." Armin only grew angrier as the dumb girl seemed to ignore him entirely, and watched as she moved to the dresser and put her suitcase on top of it, opening it up. The nerve of her! Probably came with being Jewish, no wonder they were such troublemakers in Germany. Armin saw her glance at him, before she replied "Our room, now."

Now this was too weird. Armin balked, sputtering as the girl started to undress. In their room, was it? What the hell! "Mom!" The blond yelled, almost frantic, "Mooom!" And he was dashing out of the room and down the stairs to the kitchen, were his mother and the older woman sat with cups of tea.

"The...there's...."
"I know, Armin. Elijah's going to be living with us for a while, what with all the troubles in Germany...and I want you to make him feel at home."

Him? Armin was about ready to pass out, or start swearing.
"But...my room..."
"You'll be sharing it from now on, honey."


Elijah grinned a bit wickedly. He'd had a bit too much fun with that- although, granted, he'd earned it. Not far after the women had explained their little situation, he came down the stairs, dressed in a pair of black slacks with suspenders and a loose white shirt, looking like any other pretty jewish boy. Of course, at the moment, Hitler was allowing Jewish women far more leniency than the men, who some had already started dissapearing- like his father. He waited a moment, glancing over at Armin, before he moved to sit next to his mother, taking a cup of tea and pouring in a bit of sugar, apparently, since he'd already had time to adjust to the general idea, at least to the point where he was in a slight state of shock over it, he
wasn't going to go off the walls like the blond boy. Who in his opinion, seemed a bit... spoiled.

In about ten minutes, Armin's world had turned itself end up. He was no longer a carefree German boy, unafraid of what was happening around him because he was and looked like a true Aryan. Now he was to be living with a Jewish cross-dresser, who would be in his room, being all...cross-dressing. "Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?" His confusion was quickly being replaced by rage. "Armin...I knew you would react badly if I had told you before. You would have run off, told people, done stupid things...I thought it better to just have it happen. I know you are angry, but just think of what Elijah and his mother have gone through, and what it would mean for them if they stayed in Germany?" Armin's mother was a nice lady, despite being a bit vain, and she looked at her son with sad eyes, hoping to invoke some sympathy.

The blond was silent, however. From what he had heard on the radio, it didn't sound like anything bad was happening at all. What was there to hide from? "Whatever. Just so long as he stays out my way." Her smile faded slightly, and she shook her head. "Darling...I'm afraid it won't be so easy. You see...to keep Elijah here, even in the guise of a girl...he needs to have some strong connection," she paused, taking a deep breath, "Armin, you'll be eighteen soon. And once you are, there will be a ceremony...Elijah, you listen too...and the two of you will be wed. It will not be something you can't undo, but it has to be done for now."

"...you have got to be kidding me." Armin's jaw had nearly hit the floor.

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