Fandom: German National team
Pairing: Klinsmann/Loew, various
Disclaimer: I still don't know people mentioned in this story and I still hope it isn't true. The plot is still only my fantasy
Author's notes, previous chapters and music here
Timeline for the series is here
In Moscow it rains, all night long the rain was drumming over the windows, and now the pavements are so wet they look like mirrors. And the air smells of autumn, of leaves and rain.
And the big city is moving, moving constantly before coming to a standstill in the peak of the rush-hour. The morning is grey, and heavy clouds are hanging above. And it rains still.
They collide into each other in the hall, and both are surprised though there's nothing unexpected about it. It was almost like a dance - avoiding each other while looking for a chance to meet, pretending that the other is not here while constantly aware of each other's presence in the city that is unusually big, but not big enough for two of them.
They don't exchange any words of greeting - no well-wishes to be passed between them in private, because the only thing they will wish each other right now is to get lost forever.
Measuring each other with glares, they stand in the hall, and there's nothing to say. Especially with so many people around - but even if they were alone, it wouldn't change much.
'He's mine, Lothar', and his smile turns almost triumphant at the thought.
'You're so sure of yourself, Jogi Löw', and sarcasm is almost palpable when he walks right past the other man.
Both don't have to say anything out loud.
It's autumn, and red berries on golden trees look bleak under the cold grey sky. The rain never stops, this light annoying drizzle keeps falling on and on, showering the cars and houses and people on half-empty streets. The veil of rain hides the buildings, and the traffic is as heavy in the morning, and lighting a cigarette proves to be a complicated task - and does nothing to brighten the mood.
People around are joking and laughing, the hum of a hotel hall surrounds them, and they suddenly are face to face again. No wonder. Avoiding each other, it still seems they can't let any chance of a meeting pass.
And they look at each other without saying a word. They study each other. Accessing the threat and making sure that the threat is really not there.
'He said that he loves me', and Joachim wishes with all his passion that Matthäus were there to hear it.
'It was raining in New York too', and Lothar smiles because he can be sure - Löw knows nothing about it.
Moscow never stops moving, the city is crowded, filled with people that seem to be always in such hurry that stopping even for a moment is unthinkable. The cars are rushing by, hurrying too, and when the rain finally stops - in the evening, when it's dark already, the only sound that remains is a constant hum of an endless traffic.
And the new day is filled with sunlight, and though the air is still cold, it’s pleasant to be outside.
And unsurprisingly they meet again, right in front of the hotel. The looks they exchange are much more like glares, and then they turn away almost in synch, as if just seeing each other is the most unpleasant thing.
“Hi, Lothar”, smiles Hansi.
Löw shrugs briskly and walks away.