Nazi!PrussiaxReader Request- Not the Prey Request

Three weeks. Three weeks it's been since you were taken to Aushwitz Two. You sat in your assigned bunk in Block 4, looking at the floor. These three weeks have been pure torture. Stale bread and thick soup to eat. The showers were always cold, and the SS Officers did nothing but beat you and your father.
Your father. The only person in this entire death camp you you trusted. He was your only parent, your only family. Your mother was killed on the trip over here, and you never had any siblings. Basically, your father was your protection. But, being a girl, you would've been seperated from him, and brought straight to the gas chambers. But luckily, that didn't happen.
--Le Flashback--
You and your father had just gotten off the train to Auschwitz. Clutching his hand, you and him walked off the train. You didn't know what was happening, or why all these Jews, your friends, family, and neighbors, were being brought to one place. Gathered in a giant group, you smelt smoke in the darkness of the night. Looking around, you saw a giant chimney, bursting with red and orange flames, black ash falling from it. Ashes....
....ashes of people...innocent people you may have loved, or hated. But you may have known them. Suddenly, a man came up to the group. His hair was white, almost like the snow falling around you. His eyes red, as if the blood of all the people, already dead, managed to somehow seep into his hatred filled eyes. He had a gun in his hand  and a uniform on.
"MEN TO THE LEFT! WOMEN TO THE RIGHT!" He barked, a thick German accent dripping off his hated words. Now, men and women began to scream.  Mothers holding onto their sons and they were ripped apart by the other officers. Husbands refusing to release their wives and daughters, and siblings praying to God to let them be together longer.
You looked up at your father, and saw tears streak his cheeks. One gender would be stripped down and be killed, you knew it. But neither you nor your father knew which it would be. You looked up at the albino looking German, and he looked at you. He looked about your age, maybe a year older. He saw the look in your eyes. The anger, the sadness. The fear. He took your arm.
"Women to the right.." he said calmly.
"N-no. Please don't seperrate me from my father! He's all that I have!" You cried, tears pouring from your (eye color) eyes. He looked at you, as you wiped away the tears in your eyes. He nodded, releasing your arms.
"Put this on." He handed your a cap. " Cover your hair and if anyone asks, you are an eighteen year old male. It's the only way you can remain with your father." The man said. You took the cap, and put it over your (hair color) hair, as it began to be covered with snow. You clutched your fathers arm, crying into his shoulder, as he rubbed your back. The man walked away, forcing other family members away from eachother in tears.
---Le End Flashback---
You looked at the cap, still on your head. You remebered that day, and luckily none of the men suspected you as a girl. The breasts definatly wouldm't have given it away, especially if you added the pounds of winter wear you had on. You looked at the door, and saw a man standing there. He had white hair, and beat red eyes.
Gilbert Beilshmidt. The SS Officer for your block. You saw him smile at you. You returned the smile. He had been very very sweet to you this entire time, your fathre as well. At night, he'd sneak you bread, or help you when you were wounded. It felt good to be around him...
...but it felt wrong to be dating him.
You knew having a German boyfriend (er well, you realized that he was actually Prussian) much less one sent by Hitler to kill your kind, was the biggest risk you've ever taken. But, he and you never put suspicion up. Especially around his brother, Ludwig. Ludwig was tough, and he was the one would give you beating if you messed up at the work block. Weather it be with his gun, and he'd wack you on the head, or with his leather whip. That leather whip was torture. The way it felt with it hit your back, making you cry out in utter pain. He hated you. He would give you the hardest work, especially that he knew you were a girl. But luckily, Gilbert had convinced him not to tell anyone else.
You got off your bed. Midnight had rolled around, and everyone was asleep, except you and Gilbert. You watched him leave your sight, and walk away. Waiting about twenty minutes, you snuck off your bunck, careful not to wake up your father or any of the other twenty men in your block who were zoned out. You snuck out of your block, and slipped around the corner into a dark alley were you and Gilbert always met up.
"Gilbert?" You whispered lowly. You looked around. Suddenly, you felt somthing behind you, on your back. Your heart raced, and your held your breath. You felt a hand linger around your neck and touch your lips. And then you heard the famous laugh.
"Keskeskes. Got ya." You sighed of relief when that laugh came and you knew it was Gilbert. You spun around to face him, and pulled him into a long kiss. God, you haven't kissed anyone like him since two years before you were brought to the ghetto in your home town with your old boyfriend. You both parted for air and he pulled you close. "I saw you during selection. I swear, it's a good thing your knockers are tiny." He said with a low laugh. You shrugged.
"I'm a master of disguise." You said. "So, how's my Royal Awesome been?" You asked.
"Awesome, as usual." He said. You giggled. He was noe the only person you could ever be with that could make you laugh now. You've lost all hope of faith, all hope of freedom being in this place, but luckily Gilbert knows how to make you smile. Suddenly, you heard footsteps, and both you and Gilbert froze. Gilbert hid you behind him, and he looked over to see Ludwig.
"Gilbert? Vhat are you doing up so late?" Ludwig asked, his golden blonde hair shimmering in the night.
"N-nothing bruder. Just, ya know, taking a valk." Gilbert said.
"....Bruder that's an alleyway." Ludwig said, a small tone of laughter in his voice, which you could barely make out.
"Oh..is it really? I couldn't tell? The darkness is so.....dark." Gilbert said.
"....Bruder? You seem tense? Vhat's wrong?" Ludwig asked.
"Nothing Ludwig! Listen, I've got to get to bed. See ya tomarrow for roll call." Gilbert said with a wave of his hand.
"Right. Guten nocht." Ludwig hesitantly, walking away. Gilbert sighed, and turned to you.
"You're shaking ____." He said. Another good thing about him, he didn't call you by the number tatooed on your arm.
"I-I know. I'm going to go back to bed." You said. "Good night." And after giving him one last kiss, you hurried away and into your block, unoticed as ususal, and slipped in your bunk and closing your eyes, thinking why the love of your life had to be found during the Hollocaust.
The next morning, you were awoken by a loud voice.
"ROLL CALL!" It was Ludwig. Luckily, only him and Gilbert patrolled your block.
"_________, awaken." You father said, shaking your shoulder. You sat up, looking at your father. "Roll call." he said. You nodded, getting off your bed and following the others outside.
"Form five ranks of ten!" Ludwig cried, and everyone obeyed without a word. You looked over at Gilbert, who gave you a tiny grin.
"A-11991!" Ludwig cried. That was your number.
"Here!" You cried, ripping away your gaze from Gilbert.
Once roll call was finally finished, you had gotten breakfast. The usual, stale bread and a bit the thick soup. It was so foul, and bland, but you were so hungary, you didn't even care. After the meal, off to the work block. You worked at your station, right beside your father. But the entire time, you felt someone watching you. You stole a glance behind you, expecting for it to be Gilbert. But it was Ludwig. He kept a death glare on you during all hours of your work, until you finally finished and your block marched in a group back. You climbed onto your bunk, and found a letter. On the front, it said your number. You smiled, opening up the paper and reading what was written.
____,
I want to see you again tonight. I know, we're not suppose to see eachother often, but I can't contain it. I want to see my Queen Awesome. So, I want you to meet me, in our alley at midnight sharp. Don't worry, I'll make sure my bruder doesn't catch us.
Love,
Gilbert
You grinned, clutching the letter in your tiny hands. You were now super excited, and couldn't wait for midnight.
--Time skip--
Midnight rolled around slower than you had hoped, but no matter. It was here, and you were ready to go see Gilbert. Climbing out of bed, you looked around and luckily, noticed Ludwig wasn't around. Walking out of the block and slipping into your alleyway.
"Gilbert?" You whispered. You heard feet shuffle. "Gilbert, don't try to scare me anymore. I won't fall for it." You said. You heard a gun cock. You widened your eyes when you saw Ludwig walk out of the shadows. "M-Mr. Ludwig..." You whispered.
Vhat are you doing, out of your block at such an hour?" He asked, his gun pointed at your at all times.
"I was..." You began.
"Don't try to make an excuse. You vere trying to see mein bruder, weren't you?" You said nothing, your heart beating in your ears. "WEREN'T YOU?!" He cried louder.
"YES! I was!!" You cried. He smirked.
"Vell to bad. Gilbert did not sent you zat letter, I did. I wanted to see if it was true. That Gilbert snuck around with you, meeting up with you and being as if you were his girlfriend." Ludwig said angrily.
"P-please Mr. Ludwig, you don't understand."
"I understand worthless scum like you shouldn't be dating mein bruder!" Ludwig cried, his gun inching closer to your body. You flinched. "And now...I guess you're going to have to pay for your wrong doing, ja A-11991?" He said. You closed your eyes, hoping this was all a dream and you were really asleep. Suddenly, you heard a voice.
"______!" You turned your head to see Gilbert, standing a few feet away from you.
"Gilbert..." you breathed. Ludwig's sea blue orbs narrowed. And, without thinking, he shot his gun, the bullet piercing your back. You cry out in pain, and fell to the floor, blood seeping out of your shirt.
"_-_______!" Gilbert cried, running to your side. "WEST! What was that for?!" Gilbert cried.
"Bruder, you know why. Who the hell do you think she is? She is ze enemy! Not your girlfriend!" Ludwig cried.
"She is my girlfriend West! Just because you're not as awesome as me, doesn't mean you can't see that!" Gilbert cried. Ludwig shook his head, bringing his gun down. "______, please don't worry. I vill take care of you." You looked up at him, your dull eyes starring into his beautiful red ones.
"Gil...bert..." You groaned.
"Please don't say anything _______, you need  your strength." He said.
"No...nobody will help me. It's time for me to go." You said weakly.
"No _______! Ich liebe dich, you can't leave me! Ich liebe dich!" You smiled.
"I love you too. Now please, let me go." Gilbert grasped your hand, tears streaming from his eyes.
"No! Please don't say that! I can get you help. Do you know who I work for?! I can get you fixed up and we can be together!!!" Gilbert cried. You weakly got up a bit, and brushed him lips with the help of the little energy you had left. Your eyes closed, and you fell limp into Gilbert's hands, your hand still held tightly into his house.
"N-nein...nein..." Gilbert sobbed, hugging your tightly. Ludwig watched as his brothers tears fell onto you. "West, what did you do? I love her!" Gilbert cried. Ludwig, with his poker face will on, put his gun away.
"You loved her Gilbert. Face it, she's gone." And with that, Ludwig walked away, leaving a dead you, and a sobbing Gilbert clutching onto you, as if his Nazi tears would bring you back to life.