Blaine was carrying the German soldier away from the fire when he noticed that the blue-eyed man was heavier that he seemed. Still, Blaine managed to take the pilot away from his plane before everything turned in another ball of fire.

Blaine still didn't understand what he was doing or why he was doing saving an enemy, but he just keep going. The hazel-eyed man thought that saving a German soldier was possibly the biggest mistake he had made, but somehow, even knowing that, even with every fiber of his being screaming for him leave the man behind, Blaine still couldn't do it; those piercing blue and barely opened eyes didn't allowed him to.

The young Italian man wasn't even close to the little trees that covered part of his property when, to his despair, he heard the sounds of cars approaching. In that moment, Blaine had a German plane burning in the middle of his field and a seriously wounded German soldier in his arms- what the hell he was supposed to do now?

"Fuck! Where I am going to hide you?" Blaine desperately screamed to the barely conscious man in his arms, who was clearly in no state to respond.
Blaine could easily picture what would be waiting for him if he was caught helping a German; there wasn't any lie that could prevent him from being arrested as a spy and a traitor. The worst part was that Mr. Montgomery would probably be arrested as well, making everything that his parents had sacrificed lost forever. All this because Blaine stupidly didn't leave that total stranger and a potential enemy behind.

"Yeah, congratulations Blaine, you will end up getting yourself arrested for a German!" Blaine shouted angrily while trying to run as fast as he could and carry an unconscious and wounded man in his arms, which proved be a really difficult thing to do. He was also tired like after a long day of work on the field and an unsatisfactory amount of sleep.

When Blaine finally managed to get in the trees, he put down the man in his an arms, positioning him in the middle of some bushes in order to hide him from his neighbors.

"Look, I know that you probably don't understand what I am saying but can you please be quiet? I know that you probably don't have the ability to talk right now, but if by some weird miracle you are able to make any kind of noise, please don't do it, I'm begging you." Blaine implored of the wounded German as he covered him with leaves and branches. The German pilot had opened his blue eyes again at the sound of Blaine's voice, but he didn't nod or made any notion that he had understood what the hazel-eyed man had said. As darkness fell around them, Blaine left the unconscious man behind.

His anxiousness grew as Blaine heard his neighbors approaching and exclaiming their surprise of the huge plane in Blaine's field. As they entered his vision, Blaine prepared his best poker face.

Close to the monster of steal was Mr. Montgomery, Mr. Stuart and the old policeman Bob Smith. As they took in the same evidence that Blaine had moments ago, they were clearly shocked at what had taken place, confused that the plane had German origins.

"Blaine!" Mr. Montgomery screamed, approaching the young boy. Besides the ginger, there were the two other older men that turned toward Blaine the moment Mr. Montgomery called his name, making the boy even more anxious and uncomfortable with the situation.
Blaine looked down at his shirt and saw a spot of blood and rapidly covered the place with his left hand, assuming a weird stance in front of the older men facing him, but they didn't seem to notice.

Bob Smith, a small man with grey hair, a big nose, and a large mustache above his small lips reached Blaine first, already rattling off a thousand questions. The older man never liked Blaine in the first place; he always thought that the cardiac problem the boy claimed to have was just an excuse that Blaine made to escape the war. To him, Blaine Anderson was just another coward lying to escape his duty while brave men like his son, Bob Smith, Jr., risked their lives on the battle field to protect their country and the king.

"So can you explain me what the hell happened here Anderson? How this German plane end up in your field? What did you see?" the short man screamed.

"I don't know Sir, I-I was at home and..." Blaine gasped nervously scared. He knew that the man in front of him wanted a reason to put him in jail, and right now there was a huge one, the German soldier, hidden in the trees behind them.

"You what Anderson? You weren't at home! That is bullshit! I saw you coming from those trees over there- you sleep in trees now Anderson?" The angry man shouted clenching his fists and arching his eyebrows, giving Blaine the most suspicious and furious glare that he had ever received.

"N-no I went there to…to" Blaine tried to say, but the man in front of him clenched his fists on his shirt and pulled him closer.

"You were what? Hiding? Like the coward that you are Anderson?" Bob grunted between his teeth, but a hand slowly loosened the man's grip.

"Calm down Bob, there is no need to talk to the boy like that, anyone here would hide if a plane fell in our backyard," Mr. Montgomery said to the grey haired man before giving a sympathetic look in Blaine's direction.

"You okay kid?" the ginger man asked, placing a hand on Blaine's shoulder.

"Yes I'm fine, I just…I didn't..." The boy tried explain before lowering his eyes and falling into the silence again. He couldn't retaliate towards Bob's words; he felt like a coward anyway- after all, he abandoned his parents, didn't he?

"It's okay boy, Bob is just a little sore about the war and seeing a German plane left him a little disturbed- isn't that right, Bob?" Mr. Montgomery said, glaring in Bob's direction while waiting for an affirmative answer.

"Yeah Mr. Montgomery, having my boy fighting out there and seeing this huge German plane on the property of such an young and strong man like Anderson here made me a little sore," Bob's answered, not missing the chance to emphasize the words "fighting" "Young man" and 'Strong," subtly implying why he hated Blaine so much.
"Hey, are those shrubs over there moving?" Mr. Stuart asked, interrupting the heavy atmosphere that had formed between the men in front of him and pointing to the direction where Blaine had hid the German soldier.

"What? Where?" Blaine squealed, praying to God for the old blond and tall man besides Mr. Montgomery to be pointing towards any direction that wasn't where he had hidden the German he had saved just moments ago.

"There! Close to the trees!" Mr. Stuart said, bringing the attention of the older men to the place that was the German's location.

"Must be some animal! You know all this fire…" Blaine alleged nervously.

"How the hell he is moving, he was freaking unconscious seconds ago!" Blaine thought, desperate.

"But usually animals run from fire; what would an animal be doing there?" The blond and tall man asked, scratching the top of his head, messing up his blond hair like he used to do when something confused him.

"Well, the little animal is probably just running from the fire, or it's just the wind. Forget that poor creature over there! It isn't like there is a German soldier, right?" Mr. Montgomery joked before snorting a weird laugh.

The other two men followed his lead and laughed too; Ted Montgomery was the richest man around, so everyone always laughed when he laughed as sort of an unspoken rule around town. The ginger man was the employer of half of the village, after the other hand, Mr. Montgomery's joke made Blaine extremely uncomfortable because in those bushes there really was a German soldier. But since the other two man were laughing, Blaine had to force a laugh, one that sounded too heavy and was kind of painful coming out of his throat.

"Well I guess that there weren't any German attacks, so it is best to go back to our homes and call the army or something to warn them about what happened." Mr. Montgomery said, certain that wasn't any attack happening; it didn't make any sense why an attack would happen in a place like their village.

"Yeah but it is best that we alert them. You never know what the Germans are thinking. Those monsters are soulless, cruel, and worst or all, unpredictable," Bob grunted, crossing his arms across his chest and looking toward the plane whose the flames were slowly fading, revealing a twisted carcass made of steel.

"Well at least we don't have to worry about that German; he is reduced to ashes now!" The grey haired man grinned while his eyes sparkled with the feeling of revenge that filled his heart. Mr. Stuart gave Bob a pat on his shoulder, pulling the short, fat man away to leave Blaine's small farm.

Blaine sighed heavily when the two turned their back to him, almost kneeling right there to thank God for the fact that none of them had discovered the German hidden on his property.

Mr. Montgomery noticed Blaine's relief but didn't ask; the older man didn't have any idea of what was happening, but he knew that it would be better for him to not ask any questions. "Well Blaine, I have to go now," the ginger man said, placing his hands on Blaine's shoulders and squeezing them softly. "Don't get yourself in any trouble boy; you owe that to your parents." Mr. Montgomery whispered, looking straight into Blaine eyes and cracking a small smile.

Blaine gave him a guilty smile and nodded; he was now lying to the only person that knew the truth about him, that had protected him. Blaine couldn't help the feeling of remorse that was burning in his stomach.

"And the next time that Bob comes here, please don't wear a shirt with a spot of blood on it; he already doesn't like you very much, so don't give him more reasons to hate you," Mr. Montgomery murmured, winking at Blaine and pointing the spot that he had stopped to hide with his left hand when the other two men left. "OH I-I was… This is just a…"

"Don't even try Blaine! See you!" Mr. Montgomery said, interrupting the tentative explanation that Blaine had begun before turning his back to the hazel eyed man and leaving the piece of land.

Watching the men's cars disappear into the horizon, Blaine was frozen in the same spot where they had left him until now. He ran to the place where he had hidden the German soldier. When he got there, the strange man was in the same place that he was when Blaine left him, and was still covered in blood and had his eyes closed.

"Oh, now you don't move?" Blaine mused, rolling his eyes and kneeling close to the German.
The hazel eyed man began to take off all the stuff that he had put over the German's body to hide him, almost falling in surprise when he saw a spasm of the German's right leg.

"Oh so was this the movement that they saw! Great timing man, really, your spasms back there almost made me have a heart attack." Blaine cried, pulling the man into his arms again. The German's body was trembling a little and his breathing was making a weird noise that made Blaine worried, but of course he wouldn't admit that, even under torture.
When Blaine finally managed to open the door of his small house and put the German inside, another problem emerged. Where he would lay the unconscious German?
Still holding the stranger, Blaine walked all over his house searching for a place to lay down the German in his arms. Already feeling his arms aching and not believing in what he was about to do, Blaine put the blued eyed man on his own bed, cursing himself for doing that.

"And now you are giving you bed to a stranger, a German stranger at that, a man you saved when you obviously shouldn't have that will probably put you in a lot of trouble. There goes everything you promised your mom, good work Blaine!" Blaine said bitterly, sitting on the edge of his bed and resting his face between the palms of his hands.

Still sitting on the bed, the hazel-eyed man raised his head a little and looked at the man lying on his side; he was covered in ashes and blood, and his blue and intense eyes weren't even open still couldn't understand what he was supposed to think, seeing the German in that state. Even though the man was putting Blaine in danger of losing everything that he had, Blaine still couldn't wish for his death. He knew that if that German died, Blaine could go back to his calm life and everything would be safe again, but even Blaine wasn't capable of wishing another man's death.

"Alright German, let's clean you up; if you are going to sleep on my bed, I think you need stop bleeding- that would be more hygienic, don't you think?" Blaine got up to find some water and some bandages in his first aid kit.

Coming back from the kitchen where his kit was, Blaine brought a large bowl of water and some towels, placing them on his nightstand before beginning to clean the German soldier. Blaine hesitantly opened the soldier's shirt, removing all the ash, dirt, and even some small sticks from him before seeing the bare chest of the German man.

Covering the pale man's chest were a bunch of little scars, some bruises, and a cut crossing his chest to his left shoulder; it was probably caused from some of the fragments from the plane that fluttered in his direction during the impact. Blaine carefully cleaned it, covering the wound with almost all the antiseptic.
He didn't take off the German's pants; he just ripped off the material that covered the wound on the man's right leg, which was even uglier that the wound on his chest. Blaine thought he should really try to cauterize it, but in the end, he didn't. Blaine didn't have any idea how to do it, and putting something burning on it didn't seem safe, so Blaine just cleaned the wound the best that he could, this time using alcohol since he had already had used almost all the bottle of antiseptic in the German's previous wound.

He examined the other bruises and small cuts that covered the German body and cleaned as many as possible, considering that Blaine wasn't exactly a doctor and also couldn't call one. He left the soldier's face to clean last since he didn't seem to have any serious injuries there besides some small bruises and a lot of ash and dirt.

When Blaine finally finished, he couldn't contain his surprise that underneath all that dirt wasn't the German features that he had expected to find. Under the weird accessory of leather that the German used on his head wasn't any blond locks of hair like he expected from a German man, there were actually locks of soft, brown and chestnut hair. His face also wasn't like he thought that it would be; he didn't have the strong features that a soulless German man should have.

That man's face was so precisely built. He had the most beautiful eyelashes and a nose that was delicate and unusual at same time, while his cheekbones were well defined and his lips were colored with a slight shade of pink. Blaine would never admit it out loud, but that German pilot had redefined the image that the hazel man had of what an angel would look like.

Placing his aid kit in his lap, Blaine nervously looked away from the man lying on his bed; he didn't understood why he was staring at that German so much, but he knew that he should stop before he got a unwanted answer to that question.

"Well, I guess I should sleep now…" Blaine said, biting his lower lip and looking for a place to rest.

"I think that I will just sit in this chair and deal with the pain in my back tomorrow," Blaine murmured before he noticed what he was doing.

"Wait, I am really talking with you, an unconscious German pilot? Oh God, I am losing my mind," Blaine said, hopelessly chuckling at the unbelievable situation that he had gotten into.

"The first person that I have talked with in the last several months is a German whose plane fell on my vegetables…" Blaine said, looking to the stranger covered in bandages lying on his bed.

"At least I am talking with someone…that has to be good sign," the hazel eyed man thought before covering himself with some sheets and sleeping in a uncomfortable chair besides a strange German man.