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Started October 20, 2019 by Deleted user

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James stared at them, terrified. Oh god oh god oh god this can't be good. He thought fuzzily, swaying a little with shock and blood loss. The German frowned, eyes going between the two. "You have thirty minutes to…deal with him." he told Arther, lips pressing into a thin line. "But this changes nothing." he grabbed his things and left the room, closing it with a bang. James stared at Arther fearfully, swallowing.

Ather nodded as the German left, fear in his eyes. Once he did, Arther glanced around the room for first aid of some sort, but there as none to be seen. He took off his jacket and lightly put pressure on the cuts the German made. "Er… I'm Arther…" He said in pretty accented English. He had no idea what to say or do, this was going to be interesting.

James flinched back from Arther, almost expecting to be hurt again. "James…" He said slowly, staring at the German man in front of him.

Arther jumped a little when James' did. "Sorry! I'm, uh, just trying to stop the bleeding." He said nervously. He held out the jacket slightly so James could take it if he wanted to.

James looked at him carefully, then took the jacket. Instead of putting it on his wounds, he put it on, pressing his hands to the bleeding areas. He let out a breath. The coat was thick, and warm.

Arther felt a small shiver go down his spine, but he didn't show it. "So… what should we do?" He asked quietly. He really didn't know how to respond and what to do first and what the German would do later.

James looked up at him, a few strands of brown hair falling into his face. "I don't know." He replied slowly. This can't be happening…I'm going to die, in a German prison camp, with a German man for my soulmate.

Arther nodded a little. He itched his mop of hair, very unsure. "Well, you can keep the jacket if you want… um… is there anything I can do while no one else is here?" He asked, almost hesitantly.

James bit his lip a little, then shrugged. He nestled back into the coat, feeling the rough wool scratching at his skin. But he wasn't about to complain about it. It was warm, and it had been so, so long since he was anything but cold. "I don't know. Beat me? Isn't that all you Jerries do?"

"No, no! I couldn't do that, I'm not built like that… I'm only here because I have to be. And I'm not doing the job of the other guy only because they know I can't handle this kind of thing" Arther explained. He crossed his arms, feeling a bit cold without his jacket.

Looking away for a moment, James let out a breath. His lips tightened a little. "Alright. I just…I don't bloody understand what I'm supposed to do now." he said.

"I… me neither…" Arther said. He bit his lip slightly, trying to think of something to do. "Er, maybe I could say something to my superiors and see about getting you out of this horrid place?"

James looked up at him, biting his lip again. "I don't know if…if they would let me go." he replied slowly. "I'm a POW and suspected spy, remember? No fucking way are they letting me go without torturing all the information out first."

"Yeah… I know…" Arther said looking down at his hands. "I should probably bring you back to your cell, I'm sorry that you have to deal with this…" He looked back up and untied anything that was left.

James shook his head. "It's…it's not your fault." He replied slowly.

"I know… I just feel so bad about this whole situation. And my position, I have to stand over a watch as people get hurt for something trivial. I get to be in my nice office as you all are on harder-than-rock "beds" freezing and starving to death. It's just so unfair…" Ather explained softly.

James shrugged. "It's war. All's fair in love and war, Arther. Plus you Jerries are assholes. In general." he shrugged, looking up at Arther with his lips pressed in a thin line.

"Yeah… so before I take you back to your cell, is there anything I can do?" Asked Arther. He held out his hands to help James up from the chair.

James let Arther help him up. "I…I don't know. Can I…keep the jacket?" He asked softly, looking up at the German.

Arther smiled, "I already said you could keep the jacket, so of course you can." He said happily. He lightly held James' arms and started leading him out of the interrogation room.

James flinched a little at the touch, and wrapped the jacket tighter around his thin body. "Thanks." He said softly.

"You're welcome," Arther said quietly since they were out of the interrogation room. Once they got to the cells, he unlocked James' cell and lead him inside. Before closing it, he ripped off the patch that said Arther's name and rank on it. He gave James a weak smile before closing the door and locking it.

James watched him for a long moment, grey eyes almost frighteningly blank. After a moment, he sat down on the cot, the jacket still wrapped tightly around his body.