A BRIDGE AMONG TWO NATIONS (14/?)
Title: A Bridge Among Two Nations
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Schnidal (Bernd Schneider/Arturo Vidal) and many more.
Character crew: Bernd Schneider, Arturo Vidal, Bruno Labbadia, Gonzalo Castro, Tranquillo Barnetta,Joachim Löw feat. Deutsche Nationalmannschaft
Disclaimer: F.I.C.T.I.O.N
Warning: Threesomes, some foursomes, non-con.Some slang and swearing.Voyeur.
Summary: Sometimes love is a bridge for communication among two totally different nations.
In this part - In WM Quali matches, Bernd and Arturo gets separated. Bernd spreads his love for Arturo to
the German National Team.
Previously
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12
Part 13
Bernd @ the Mannschaft is back!!!
Many 'Happy Comeback' wishes from fans... and also didn't missed any fan with the Chilean flag...and even
at the bus they put the Chilean and German flag sticked with suction plastic.Bernd knew the message. He smiled and secretly caressed the mini-Chilean flag around his face.
"Wiiii!" Bernie exclaims while waving the mini-flags.
"Awww! A Chilean flag!" Stefan points "Who left that sticked on the window?"
"I don't know, Kießling! Maybe a Vidal's fan or a Chilean fan of the Nationalmannschaft."
"Weird, but cool" Torsten quotes "Lemme see it."
"K, Lutscher...sure"
"Who's from Chile? Can I know?"
"Arturo Vidal.His full name's Arturo Erasmo Vidal Pardo. He was born in Santiago, Chile in May 22nd, 1987"
"Wow!!!! They have two last names...or a composed last name???"
"No... paternal and maternal last name. In Chile it's used like that. Maybe if I'll marry him, probably he would
be Arturo Schneider gb.Vidal"
"Wow!! You're in love,man! Your voice sounds clear and your eyes glow when you talk about him.
This is rising..." Torsten quotes.
"Are you sure? Oh...man! Is that dark-skin guy, with a...you know...punk friseur and use earrings.
Bling-bling stuff...??"
"Micha!!! Of course he is!!" Schnix exclaims "How you cannot know him...huh?"
"I'm in England, I cannot cross Germany once and again to see his face!" Ballack said.
"Now you're in Germany...you know...and you played for Lev, so don't be a renegade...!!!!" Schnix replied.
"I don't know...maybe the mixture between experience and youth is making you crazy"
"Maybe" Schnix said with a final grin.
Then they arrived to the hotel.
Schnix writes in the Macbook:
"Dear Diary:
So many time I don't type over here. I wish I could spread my love for that Southamerican boy.
I understand Spanish and even tried to pronounce some syllables, but it's really difficult, due my natural accent.
I learnt many things at the Wikipedia in German about Chile.
i.e: in the same year I was born, but few months earlier, they had a dictatorship, which finished in 1988, one year
later Arturo was born.
They have two patriotic animals: the condor and huemul, it's from the same family as the deer.
The national flower name is Copihue [sorry, copy/paste] and it's really beautiful...
{by the way, now the desktop's wallpaper is this flower.}
Also the name is a mystery. Some versions says that comes from a bird called trilli or from a word in
Aymara language that means 'where the land ends'
I believe more in the second version...
If I make a goal, I want to show the Chilean flag to everyone at the end of the match. If they make a
post-match interview, I'll probably show it.
I know Labbadia will be furious because I show a Chilean flag instead of a German one, but it's the way I feel
and nobody will change it.
I'll say that I dedicate my comeback-quali-match to Arturo Vidal and I'll say it was my inspiration to go on
and I learnt the perseverance and desire to go forward from his culture.
I'll tell you more later...
For now, I gotta go..."
He closes the computer...sleeps for a while.
"Arturito...Arturito..." he mumbles.
Michael wakes up Bernd.
"Aw, danke" he replied.
"Someone wants to talk with you..."
"Who?"
"Yo! Bernie!"
"Stefan! So glad to see you. Three lions in the house!"
"Yeah..."
"Minus one..."
"Awwwwwwwww! I understand Bernd... hey, about that minus one...I have an idea with you and him."
"What?"
"Well...I got the solution to revenge Arturo."
"Revenge Arturo? What are you talking about? Are you nuts?"
"That's what I'm talking about!" Kießling codifies "I want to ask you these questions before you say yes or no"
"Tell me"
"Do you love Arturo Vidal?"
"I wish I was born in Chile, Stefan! Of course I love him!"
"What do you like of him?"
"He's really spontaneous, he doesn't leave nothing repressed. I love the way how he goes on in everything.
His perseverance, his youth."
"K...but in physical matters..."
"I love his dark skin...his eyes looking at me with those eyebrows and his...you know..." says drawing the figure
of a punk friseur. "earrings...the way how he expresses his emotions.Sometimes is really explosive, but I like how he does. And also...his voice. It sounds like music for my ears..."
"I know...I know why you say that" Kießling decodifies and ends giggling.
"Well...did you touched Arturo or something?"
"That day in the shower... I touched him and I've already kissed him. His plump lips are really passionate...
he has energy, warmth...youth.
If you're talking about sex... yeah, I know exactly what I'm gonna say. 'Bruno me la cagó firme'" he said in Spanish.
"Aw,shit! I understand.You'll have the chance very soon."
"Why?"
"Are you disposed to share Arturo with that one who fucked up all...or...as you said.'la cagó firme'??"
Bernd knew with this phrase that his colleague was talking about a threesome.
"Kießling... first of all, I never had sex before with Arturo, but if it's about him, I'm disposed to do whatever
for him.Even to fuck my trainer just for washing Arturo's honor."
"You're not alone" Stefan said "he already accepted.Now seems I'm completing the another half."
"Aber natürlich,Stefan! I'm absolutely agree with that!" Schnix whispered while energically shaking hands.
Stefan understood the reason why Arturo bites his lips.
"As in their national shield: 'Durch Vernunft oder durch Stärke'"
"Por la Razón o la Fuerza"
"Shit,Kießling! How did you know about it!?"
"Arturo always showed me a Chilean peso coin. It's about 100, more or less, really big.But is smaller than
a Eurocoin.And a deer and a bird appears there.Like a vulture."
"It's not a vulture.Condor.
And the deer it's huemul!"
"Shit,Schneider!!! You left me...absolutely nutz! C'mon! I'm supposed Jogi doesn't know about this country"
"Not so much. He met the rivals at the friendly.He knows only a few: Fernández and Vidal"
"Aw, ok...go and show to us how much you love Arturo."
"Are you...nuts!?"
"Dayum, Schnix! You should do it."
"And what about the match!?"
"Yeah, the most important thing...the main stuff...but at least you choose an option and you said yes."
"Ja klar" Schnix grins.
Then he went with his secret weapon: the Chilean flag.
An astonishing match.
Fans noted the change... Schnix is back.
3 x 0.
Around the stadium he reveals the flag.
Jogi was whispering to Hansi Flick:
"He's...nuts...I mean...I know that he wanna thank someone, but other will think that's out of his mind and
antipatriotic."
"I know. He wants to thanks Arturo Vidal for his comeback.Just listen to him."
"What? Thanks to Arturo Vidal? But he made his recovering alone, with therapists...huh!"
"Listen to him!"
Journalists were interviewing Bernd wrapped with the Chilean flag around his neck.
"Why you're celebrating this victory with a Chilean flag, if this game is for Germany...the National Team.
You should be...with a German flag instead."
"I know it sounds really exagerate or out of their minds, but...
this flag made my desire to comeback growing more...
this flag made this comeback possible...
It represents perseverance, going forward, achieve goals, make the dreams come true.
This is what really represents.Thanks..."
"Bernd,Bernd!" the journalists were with him and surrounded by microphones,cellphones and recorders "But is there
a special person from Chile? That person who made you wish to come back?"
"Yes. It's my colleague in Bayer. I'm talking about Arturo Vidal."
Then they asked about the match and technicisms.
Changing room...
Frings was astonished with such celebration.
"Did the people made some 'boo'?"
"Nope"
"How...could you?" Ballack said facepalming.
"Well..."
Bernd gets his hands down in calming signal.
"Well..."
"Shhh...Bernd is gonna talk..." Kießling whispers to their colleagues.
"I know it sound like crazy...it really sounds out of this world...
But more than ever, I want to thank more than every colleague here and including the Bundestrainer...
This come back is absolutely flawless.
We're just at one step from Southafrica.
In this moment, that person, at kilometers of distance, is playing a ticket to Southafrica, his life.
But when I get injured that day in April, I removed my armband, I know that was my last day as team-captain...
when I entered to the Operation Room... I saw someone.
Someone who made me say: 'Please,come back.Get well soon.'
Someone I knew would be alone at the pitch... someone I knew who will miss me at the Euro.
That person isn't from Germany.
It's Southamerican.Not even a Brazilian...an Argentinian...or maybe a Peruvian.
No.
That person comes from the land of the flag I was wearing."
Bernd extended the Chilean flag around them.
"This flag is from a land called Chile.
White represents the snow of their mountains.
Blue is the ocean.
And red...for us has a meaning, but for them means blood leaked by Independence heroes because of war."
"What about the star Schnix?"
"I don't know. Sorry. Maybe it had to be with heaven or something like that.
But...Luke...you should understand me...
I was thinking in that person everyday since I went out of the surgery.
Then, the rehab.
In that moment I was thinking more and more in that person.
Dark skin. Brown eyes, tender but brave.Voice sweet and beautiful at my ears.
'Hallo Schnix' he says to me" he points while imitating Vidal at quoting "he's authentic, he express what he feels. Sometimes it exceeds,
but he does.
He was just a U-20 when I met him.
Fourteen years of difference.Third place in Canada 2007.
Colleagues...the name of that person is next to me playing at Bayer Leverkusen, brave like a lion. His name's Arturo Vidal.
Because of him I am here.Because of him we're going to Southafrica.
And I want to tell you that... I love him so much.
I love him more than... some colleagues should love each other.
I know how Micha loves Torsten.I know how Miro loves Luke and all.
But what about me?
I'm not afraid anymore.I know there's someone who wants to set me a trap and end my career...but I want to fight against discrimination.
I know that someday my sexuality will be just one more tip to quote...but this is the way I feel.
Arturo taught me to be like this. To express the way I feel.
With clarity.
With authenticity..."
Ballack and Kießling were with their eyes in tear-exploding point.
Micha was just like that infamous match against Italy in WM 2006...
"With...you know...
No lies.
It's the way I feel."
Pause.
Schnix eyes were full of tears dropping from his face. Really weird in a 35-year-old-man, rubs his eyes and goes on.
Blushing.
Snif.
"I know you'll think: 'What about the language? Arturo doesn't know much German'
But I want to let you know is that he can do it.
He improved his German more than I thought.
I still remember the day I told I loved him.
He was trying to say something in his language and me in mine's.
Then we realized that we were saying the same thing.
I said 'ich liebe dich'...He says 'Te amo'
'Te amo' means 'ich liebe dich'.
Two words in a language.
Three words in another.Just for expressing the same feeling.
But...there's one language I don't spoke yet.
Is the language of love.Certainly you, Miro...you spoke that language...huh?
But if you realize... every time I take his hand... look at his eyes...
take a deep breath and kissing him...I'm speaking that language...
But that moment...
I don't know how it really would be.
For personal reasons that only Stefan and me we know and certainly I'll desclassify with years coming through,
it couldn't be concreted.
But I'm at steps to make my dream come true.
Speak the universal language.The universal language of Love.
I think about it every moment.
I think about him,kissing me, both naked, all over me, moving his body at a slow rhythm, saying my name...I think about it everytime.
Every night...with the touch of my hand...you know what I'm saying.
It's beautiful...excuse me.It's just that...I miss him so much right now."
He ran away with the Chilean flag to a shower.
Sobbing.
Phillip Lahm went to see Bernd how he cried with the Chilean flag in his arms.
"Aww! Bernd...it's everything ok?"
He holds Bernd tight.
"Easy Bernie, easy.
Your tears are full of love...
It's really shocking to me to cry like this. Not even at the Semifinal you cried like this."
"I'm weak when's about Arturo."
"Look at Stefan and Michael. You left them crying...
You aren't weak.
You spoke with your heart.
Now I understand that behavior outside of the pitch. I saw you happy...running through the pitch with the flag.
You made it with your heart...your soul...so...don't stop crying."
And Schnix really listened to his words. He stayed on the shower, shirtless and crying holding the Chilean flag tight, like
the flag would be Arturo.
After that they went to the hotel to celebrate...
Hip-hop and reggaeton at the playlists...
Through dancing, testosterone flows.
Gonzalo and Stefan were missing.
So, Bernd wanted to check what was happening with them.
But he had the intuition...he smells something between them.
He goes to the rooms...
Smooching and sighing sounds around.
He can smell it...as the man he already is...
The Thuringian sneek-peaked around.
Both naked... touching each other... Castro manipulating Kiessling's cock...the last one was gasping...sighing the whole time.
Horny.
Hotness.
Schnix sits down while looking at them.
Arturo's interpreter was making Stefan feel good.
He was caressing the door and putting his ear on it, listening to Kiessling's moaning.
Once more he looks at the keyhole through his blue left eye.
Touching his bulge.
Imaging that it could happen with Arturo...
"Ja,Castro! Oh,ja!" Stefan moans.
Naked, with legs crossovered...
Stefan's cock was rising. Bernd knows the reason why.
He feels it.
"I wish I could be in your shoes." Bernd whispered indirectly to the couple, without noticing it.
Suddenly...
"Castro!"
More moanings...from the other part too...
Spreading legs wider, Castro arrived to the point of no return.
"I wish I could be in your shoes, Castro" Bernd whispered and moaned at the time.
His cock rised thanks to his hand.
"I correct...your skin...aw!"
He left his hand warm and wet...
Getting down his sport pants and with the touch of his hands...he enjoys putting on Castro's skin...
He know he can make it with Vidal.
He silently sighs.
Cum spreading around the place through the door.
"Ahhh!"
"Hey Gonzo, open the door"
Gonzalo opened the door and found Schnix with cum on his hands and the floor with his pants down.
"Aw,Schnix...!"
"Congratulations,Castro!"
"Schnix...why you're doing this?"
"'Cause I wish I could be there..."
"Easy, my friend. Soon you'll know what really is.But we made love.That's the great difference. Stefan is sleeping.
I love his white nude body and his sweaty curls.Clean your hands and the floor and go back to sleep."
"Ok..."
It was his first experience with voyeurism.
He imagined his first time with Arturo like that. He sleeps so well...he visualized himself in a threesome...
It's time to mentalize.
Going back to BuLi, it's time to vote...for the great revenge...
t.b.c/t.s.c 04/02/2009