[FIC] I'll Take Care of You
Title: I'll Take Care of You
Pairing: Well, years later will be Bernd Schneider/Arturo Vidal
Character crew: Arturo's parents (Herr Erasmo & Frau Jacqueline), 13 year-old Bernd Schneider, 3 day-old Arturo
Summary: AU. Arturo's parents are arguing while Arturo's father is under the effects of certain substance. A young man will be eye and earwitness of Arturo's first days. Bernd is trying to help baby!Arturo and save him from cold and hungry.POV Bernd Schneider.
I was only thirteen years old when I saw those parents fighting and a baby crying loud of desperation.
"Poor baby" I said in German.
Yelling and violence was heard around. The baby was still crying without knowing what to do.
But then other boy was crying. Maybe was his brother or something like that.
Suddenly a wrapped thing was falling down the house and I heard a word which means "Get out" in my language.
Then still violence around.
The father was a dark skin man. The woman was really beautiful. But poor lady... her right eye was purple and some blood was on her eyelid bathing the eyelashes.
Then the father goes out and kicks the wrapped thing.
"Uaaa, uaaa,uaaa" it was the only noise I could hear.
"Mein Gott... das ist unmöglich...is still alive" I monologued.
I unwrapped it... and it was a beautiful baby.
He cried loud for worse.
His eyes were black like the night.
"Aww, ruhig, ruhig. Arme baby. Are you hungry?"
Again the noise...
Then I put a knuckle of my finger into his mouth. The baby began to suck.
"Oh my God, he's so hungry. He needs mother's milk...! Goddamn! How can I do it? I speak German and I don't know how to do it."
And also the baby hasn't pacifier. More problems for a baby of just few days.
"Don't worry, baby. My name is Bernd Schneider. I'm from Jena and I'll take care of you while your mother tries to recover you and give you some milk...huh?"
. I was travelling for my team Carl Zeiss Jena, 'cause a tournament was going to be played at the baby's city, Santiago.
My Spanish wasn't proper, so I asked for water. The poor baby was still crying.
"Agua por favor.Agua."
"¿Por qué hablas así?"
I only could show my passport.
"Oh...eres alemán...jejejeje"
A charitable soul gave me some water. And in a bottle.
At last the baby boy could calm himself drinking water.
"Oiga, pero esa guaguita no es tu hermano"
"No. No, no."
Is the only thing I could say.
"Gra-gracias"
And then I came back to the house where I picked up the baby.
Then I had to buy some diapers. The only problem was that I had DM instead of chilean peso. But anyways they could give me the diapers, because the salesman never saw DM coins before.
At last I could change...him.
His feel were so tiny... dark skin baby.
"Hi baby...what's your name?" I said him. Baby boy looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes. He moved his hands and legs everywhere. It was beautiful.
At last I could put him the diaper.... I did it well without even knowing the reason why.
The other day I was going to play with my team, I couldn't leave the baby behind.
So I picked him up with me and I decided to sleep with him.
The family which gave me shelter was at two houses of distance from the baby's house.
But then he began to cry once again.
"Awww... don't worry... I don't know what your name is. You'll stay with me for tonight. Soon you'll come back with your mother.Don't worry."
Another bottle of water, just for calming him.
"Apúrese, deje de jugar al papá y acuéstese porque mañana tiene partido."
"He's hungry."
"Awww...but he's baby Arturo."
"His name is Arturo?"
"Yes. His name is Arturo. He's just three days old. Now he will be four days. Is so beautiful..."
"Yes. I know"
"How old are you?"
"I'm thirteen years old. I'm from Germany. "
Thank God! The lady spoke German, at last a German speaker in Santiago!
"Mi guaguita la fueron a tirar al canal... mi guaguita..." a young lady cried trying to look for her baby.
"Look what you've done...huh? You made your mum cry"
"Déjate de hueviar por tu guagua oh...si no es mía...es cambiada."
Again the slapping and the noise.
But he was calm with me.
The baby was luck for me.
We won 3 x 0 to the local youth team.
A player on the bench took care of baby Arturo while I was playing. Until there was a change.
I could take care of him until the game was over.
But we were going to return to Germany and he was only four days old.
"Now is time for you to go home"
And then the baby cried.
Poor baby.
...baby Arturo.
"Awww, nein, nein. Don't cry anymore.Don't cry anymore"
I sang a lullaby in German and then I put my last finger. And his tiny hand took it. And he looked me into the eyes.
"Maybe you'll not remember or even forget my language. But remember that I took care of you."
"¿Qué le está haciendo, hablándole en idiomas raros?" a lady said.
"Arturo. Pequeño. Muy pequeño. Bonito."
When she heard his name she sobbed.
"¿Suyo?"
"Sí."
I passed the baby to his mother's arms. His sound... it was lunch time.
"Gracias.¿De dónde eres? Hablas raro."
"Soy...soy de Alemania."
"Ahhh...eres el que hizo el gol en el partido. Y andabas cuidando una guaguita."
I just said yes with my head.
"Gracias.Gracias."
"Gracias" I repeated.
"Tchüs...viel Spaß" I said him while his mother tried to teach him to...
BURP!
I just giggled...
It was the last time I saw him 'cause then I went away to Germany and I cried for more than one week because I missed him so much.
I never thought that twenty years later, I would meet a man called Arturo Vidal who was recently transfered to Bayer Leverkusen.
I saw his eyes. There were the same. His skin... it was the same...
the only difference is that now he's a man in the complete sense.
"My mother told me that I was two days dissapeared and my father told her that I was thrown down to San Carlos channel... in those two days a German boy took care of me. Twelve or thirteen years old more or less..."
"....I was thirteen..."
"What?"
"... I went to Chile when I was thirteen. I took care of a baby for two days. Even I gave him a bottle of water...just three days old."
"She was really thankful. She asked the name of the boy and the lady who lived two houses of distance saw the passport and the name 'Bernd Schneider' was on it."
"Arturo. It's me. I took care...of you!"
I held him tight.
I never thought that those beautiful brown eyes and tender gaze could make me think of him for the first time.I love and I take care of him...just like that night in Santiago...
In that moment I remembered the first time he looked into my eyes and heard my words.
...I cried of happiness, 'cause he came back to my life...
and this time for realize that I cried when I was thirteen...
for love.
THE END
MAY 06th,2010
Pairing: Well, years later will be Bernd Schneider/Arturo Vidal
Character crew: Arturo's parents (Herr Erasmo & Frau Jacqueline), 13 year-old Bernd Schneider, 3 day-old Arturo
Summary: AU. Arturo's parents are arguing while Arturo's father is under the effects of certain substance. A young man will be eye and earwitness of Arturo's first days. Bernd is trying to help baby!Arturo and save him from cold and hungry.POV Bernd Schneider.
I was only thirteen years old when I saw those parents fighting and a baby crying loud of desperation.
"Poor baby" I said in German.
Yelling and violence was heard around. The baby was still crying without knowing what to do.
But then other boy was crying. Maybe was his brother or something like that.
Suddenly a wrapped thing was falling down the house and I heard a word which means "Get out" in my language.
Then still violence around.
The father was a dark skin man. The woman was really beautiful. But poor lady... her right eye was purple and some blood was on her eyelid bathing the eyelashes.
Then the father goes out and kicks the wrapped thing.
"Uaaa, uaaa,uaaa" it was the only noise I could hear.
"Mein Gott... das ist unmöglich...is still alive" I monologued.
I unwrapped it... and it was a beautiful baby.
He cried loud for worse.
His eyes were black like the night.
"Aww, ruhig, ruhig. Arme baby. Are you hungry?"
Again the noise...
Then I put a knuckle of my finger into his mouth. The baby began to suck.
"Oh my God, he's so hungry. He needs mother's milk...! Goddamn! How can I do it? I speak German and I don't know how to do it."
And also the baby hasn't pacifier. More problems for a baby of just few days.
"Don't worry, baby. My name is Bernd Schneider. I'm from Jena and I'll take care of you while your mother tries to recover you and give you some milk...huh?"
. I was travelling for my team Carl Zeiss Jena, 'cause a tournament was going to be played at the baby's city, Santiago.
My Spanish wasn't proper, so I asked for water. The poor baby was still crying.
"Agua por favor.Agua."
"¿Por qué hablas así?"
I only could show my passport.
"Oh...eres alemán...jejejeje"
A charitable soul gave me some water. And in a bottle.
At last the baby boy could calm himself drinking water.
"Oiga, pero esa guaguita no es tu hermano"
"No. No, no."
Is the only thing I could say.
"Gra-gracias"
And then I came back to the house where I picked up the baby.
Then I had to buy some diapers. The only problem was that I had DM instead of chilean peso. But anyways they could give me the diapers, because the salesman never saw DM coins before.
At last I could change...him.
His feel were so tiny... dark skin baby.
"Hi baby...what's your name?" I said him. Baby boy looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes. He moved his hands and legs everywhere. It was beautiful.
At last I could put him the diaper.... I did it well without even knowing the reason why.
The other day I was going to play with my team, I couldn't leave the baby behind.
So I picked him up with me and I decided to sleep with him.
The family which gave me shelter was at two houses of distance from the baby's house.
But then he began to cry once again.
"Awww... don't worry... I don't know what your name is. You'll stay with me for tonight. Soon you'll come back with your mother.Don't worry."
Another bottle of water, just for calming him.
"Apúrese, deje de jugar al papá y acuéstese porque mañana tiene partido."
"He's hungry."
"Awww...but he's baby Arturo."
"His name is Arturo?"
"Yes. His name is Arturo. He's just three days old. Now he will be four days. Is so beautiful..."
"Yes. I know"
"How old are you?"
"I'm thirteen years old. I'm from Germany. "
Thank God! The lady spoke German, at last a German speaker in Santiago!
"Mi guaguita la fueron a tirar al canal... mi guaguita..." a young lady cried trying to look for her baby.
"Look what you've done...huh? You made your mum cry"
"Déjate de hueviar por tu guagua oh...si no es mía...es cambiada."
Again the slapping and the noise.
But he was calm with me.
The baby was luck for me.
We won 3 x 0 to the local youth team.
A player on the bench took care of baby Arturo while I was playing. Until there was a change.
I could take care of him until the game was over.
But we were going to return to Germany and he was only four days old.
"Now is time for you to go home"
And then the baby cried.
Poor baby.
...baby Arturo.
"Awww, nein, nein. Don't cry anymore.Don't cry anymore"
I sang a lullaby in German and then I put my last finger. And his tiny hand took it. And he looked me into the eyes.
"Maybe you'll not remember or even forget my language. But remember that I took care of you."
"¿Qué le está haciendo, hablándole en idiomas raros?" a lady said.
"Arturo. Pequeño. Muy pequeño. Bonito."
When she heard his name she sobbed.
"¿Suyo?"
"Sí."
I passed the baby to his mother's arms. His sound... it was lunch time.
"Gracias.¿De dónde eres? Hablas raro."
"Soy...soy de Alemania."
"Ahhh...eres el que hizo el gol en el partido. Y andabas cuidando una guaguita."
I just said yes with my head.
"Gracias.Gracias."
"Gracias" I repeated.
"Tchüs...viel Spaß" I said him while his mother tried to teach him to...
BURP!
I just giggled...
It was the last time I saw him 'cause then I went away to Germany and I cried for more than one week because I missed him so much.
I never thought that twenty years later, I would meet a man called Arturo Vidal who was recently transfered to Bayer Leverkusen.
I saw his eyes. There were the same. His skin... it was the same...
the only difference is that now he's a man in the complete sense.
"My mother told me that I was two days dissapeared and my father told her that I was thrown down to San Carlos channel... in those two days a German boy took care of me. Twelve or thirteen years old more or less..."
"....I was thirteen..."
"What?"
"... I went to Chile when I was thirteen. I took care of a baby for two days. Even I gave him a bottle of water...just three days old."
"She was really thankful. She asked the name of the boy and the lady who lived two houses of distance saw the passport and the name 'Bernd Schneider' was on it."
"Arturo. It's me. I took care...of you!"
I held him tight.
I never thought that those beautiful brown eyes and tender gaze could make me think of him for the first time.I love and I take care of him...just like that night in Santiago...
In that moment I remembered the first time he looked into my eyes and heard my words.
...I cried of happiness, 'cause he came back to my life...
and this time for realize that I cried when I was thirteen...
for love.
THE END
MAY 06th,2010