A BRIDGE AMONG TWO NATIONS (21/?)
Title: A Bridge Among Two Nations
Rating: R
Pairing: Schnidal (Bernd Schneider/Arturo Vidal); Le Grand OTP and Torsten/Arturo implied.
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: Some swearing.Nudity.Unbetaed.
Summary: Sometimes love is a bridge for communication among two totally different nations.
In this part - Torsten declassify with Arturo something really interesting.
Previously
The aftermath of celebration,Torsten invited Arturo to Bremen. It was the first time he was going alone, without Bernd. It's because he expressed it.
Via GPS, Arturo went there. Dressed of white, with sneakers. Just one earring, like Schnix does.
It's clear signal of his belonging.
"So!"
"So, you are here, finally...Arturo!"
"Hallo, wie geht's,Torsten!?"
"Hallo!!"
Frings cuddles Arturo for a long while.
"You're really right, dude" Frings said pointing to the sky, refering to Bernd.
"Was?"
"Huh, nicht,Arturo...let's go to my house... to share a moment together."
Arturo was with his internal alarm activated. He wasn't going to cheat Bernd with another high-experienced German.
He wasn't for games. He made a threesome, but he hadn't revealed anything about Bruno or the sex attack.
Playing some Wii, watched already two movies in Blu-Ray disc and even Torsten showed his rare, but hidden
fanatism for Star Wars. He showed two lightsabers, authentic props and with light and sound from the movie. No
Hasbro...Replicas.
"I only know basic moves, like this" he said while he made the basic lightsaber spinning. "I'm not prepared yet to make a fight choreography."
Arturo giggles.
Played some "Twister" like good friends, like lifetime fellows.
But in laughter, Torsten and Arturo went to bed.
Vidal activated the alarm of unfaithfulness...But he wanted to discover how true were their tattoos.
"Yeah, I knew about the Roman 22 stuff...but... why twenty-two, man? If you play with 8 at the National Team"
"Was? Louder and clear, bitte..."
"National-mannschaft...did I said it wrong?"
"Nope, Arturo. You talk sometimes like...crawling...like...you're ashamed..."
"Always people tell me to modulate more. It's just that, you have such complicated words." Arturo pointed blushing
and laying his head down.
"Schau in meine Lippen..." Torsten said "Nationalmannschaft..."
"Na...National...Nationalmannschaft..."
"Right, but try to do the 'n' sound..."
"Nationalmannschaft" Arturo says emphasizing the 'n' sound for clear pronounciation. "Nationalmannschaft"
"Ough!" Torsten answered imitating Homer Simpson.
"Was!?" Arturo said with more blush.
"You...you...said it...like...you said it like..."
"Like who?" Arturo asks.
Arturo had the feeling of running away of Torsten. But he was a good guy, even he inspired to him some sort of
shyness. It was the first time he was alone with other member of the Nationalelf outside Bayer.
"You pronounced it exactly like Micha!!"
"Damn! I don't know why... Stefan says that I sound like Bernd, you say I sound like Micha...now what?
That I sound like Bastian? Or Luke?"
"Oh, holla, holla, Chilean boy!" Frings giggles "No flaming...k? It's just that... sometimes you sound like a
Thuringian and then like a Saxon... where you learnt German?"
"Well, at the beginning I was going to German courses in Leverkusen and then I stopped because of training.
You know... self-exigence in first year. I was just a U-20 puppy... then I met Bernd just before his injury...
and the rest...well...only self-learning. I even understand it better than in one year..."
"Self-learning? I've never heard about it..."
"Ja. Möglich...ah!..." Arturo said snapping fingers, in another lapsus "Ma...machbar! Ja, Torsten! Möglich,machbar"
"Unglaublich, Arturo! It's incredible how do you speak, being self-learner. Congratulations!"
"Viele danke, Torsten..." he said in a humble way.
"By the way, I need to know... how do you made it?"
"Made for what?"
"Being with Bernd? With you lack of knowledge at the beginning? How did you made it for...talk? Ufff!
So much revelations in just one day..." Frings concludes.
Arturo laughs.His laughter was really contagious. Torsten began to giggle very silent cutting it with a grin.
"Simply. It's just about...communication"
Then he removes his T-Shirt.
"Well...here you have me... want to see all my tattoos? There you are..."
Arturo watched all Torsten's corporal canvas. He couldn't believe the magnitude of his artwork exposed everyday
on his body.
"This is new" Arturo said pointing to the cross tattoo...
"Ja, Arturo...you're clever, young boy!!" Lutscher responds petting his friseur.
"And this is new too" Arturo said about the other one on his arm, the extension of an older well-known tattoo...
"Arturo. You're a good observer!! This is an extension of the older one. And well, you know my Roman twenty
two...now I'll tell you the reason..."
"Es tut mir wirklich leid" Arturo said pouting "aber...ich habe keine Tattoo..." concluded through removing his
shirt.
His pout made him almost cry...
"Awww...arme Arturo! Come here my buddy...!" Torsten replies cuddling Arturo "but you have a good skin to make one.
It's in you if you wanna make one someday.Nobody obligates you indeed..." Frings told "But you look well. Nice
abs. I told you before in the match against Leverkusen several weeks ago."
"Ja, you told me that!" Vidal said giggling.
"The answer about twenty two is that... my life seems to be marked for destiny with that number. I was born in
November 22nd, my jersey number is 22...all my life turns around that number and gives me good luck"
"Awww...k... and you were born..."
"Mai 22 Neunzehn und siebenundachtzig!"
"Bravo!!! Jackpot!! However, You changed my life...and certainly you made really well that difficult number.
You sounded like...Arturo Vidal..."
Arturo grins. At last a linguistical effort recognized by someone outside Leverkusen.
Then Frings removes his pants... and then his underwear.
Arturo was astonished with such beautiful body. Temptation was closer than before.
"Conchetumadre, las cagaste, huevón...¡Puta que soy regio! Las caga'i crespito..." Arturo said in his mater lapsus
linguae petting Torsten.
"What do you said?"
"Du...bist...eine...schönheit...Torsten...¡UUUUUUUUUUUH!"
His downtown expressions were rising, but he couldn't find another way of expressing his admiration for such handsome
and sculptural body...made of games and experience.
"Bueno... ¿qué le hace el agua al pescado?" Arturo said in Spanish while removing his pants and underwear.
Several minutes later,both were nude at last...
Fighting on bed.
Tickling games... Arturo laughed loud while Torsten tickled him on his knees. Really sensible zone.
But then laughter stops.
They looked each other.
"Hey, I love your eyes. They look like Bernd's"
"Yeah...hmmm" Arturo points.
No words to talk.
He was trembling,afraid.
But finally...
Torsten makes it...
...He kissed Arturo...
On his cheek and forehead.
The Chilean felt relief...
"You're so tender!" Arturo says while cuddling Torsten, naked. "You rock, man! You really do!" he pointed smooching
Frings making the onomatopeyic sound "MUAC!"
"Arturo..."
"Huh?"
"I want to reveal you something..."
"What? Something with Micha. I swear that I'll not reveal anything!"
"No,silly!" the Würselener said "It's about myself..."
"K...go..."
"My mum told once in a lunch...I had to be...uhm,twelve or thirteen years. I even didn't met Micha before...
It was for my birthday...well, my mum told to my relatives that when I was just a few days of life, exactly eight, I
stopped crying in nights..."
"Eight days of life? Awwwww...."
"Then, when I was in Bayern, 'cause I moved from Werder to Bayer and then came back to Werder" Frings gets clear "I
asked my mum...'Mutter...is true that when I was a week and one day old I stopped crying in nights and I slept for
the first time alone?' then my mother answered 'Yes'.
Then, I asked to Micha when he was his birthday and he responded 'November 30th' and I replied 'Mine's in November
22nd' ... then I supposed that I stopped crying at nights 'cause...I didn't felt lonely anymore...
My mother gave me the path to realize that I was in love with Michael..."
"Aww, man! Really? I wish Bernd could feel me when he was fourteen. He was fourteen when I was born."
"Aw...so, you're younger than him fourteen years old?"
"Ja, Torsten."
"Hmmm...nice"
"I don't know. I supposed that babies only fall sleep when their parents are near."
"Yep. According to my mother, she said that I was a nightmare in the first night sleeping by my own.
The nightmare ended in November 30th. One week trying to be silent...
I credit Micha on this... don't tell this to anyone...ok,Vidal?"
"Promised, Frings!"
"Aw, so distant. Call me Torsten. You sound good when you call by my first name"
Vidal sighs and stays with Torsten nude, caressing his hair and playing with curls.
Talking about life, work.
Vidal retired from Torsten's house almost at midnight.
He was going to his apartment in Leverkusen.
Then he recieves a message.
It was Marcelo Bielsa.
He'll go to Estadio Nacional for playing the last chance for going to the World Cup.
And then... he calls Bernd.
He's glad for his calling, but he wonders something...
"Puta... dice que Torsten sintió al Michael cuando era guagüito. Me pregunto si Bernie me habrá sentido cuando era lolo..."
(Shit...Torsten says he felt Michael when he was a baby. I wonder if Bernie felt me when he was younger.)
tbc. 05/15/2009