WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS TIME
Fandom: German National team
Pairing: implied Klinsmann/Loew, Klinsmann/Matthaeus, Flick/Markus Loew
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
Summary: Small party at Flick's.
Author's notes, previous chapters and music here
Timeline for the series is here
Wonderful Christmas Time
Lothar is sitting in front of him.
Lothar is wearing a dark suit and a horrible striped tie. Lothar is looking as immaculate as ever. Smiling. Self-assured. Almost arrogant. Younger than he should look.
Lothar is smoking too much.
The ashtray is filled with half-smoked cigarettes. The glasses are almost empty. The music is just a noise in the background.
Lothar is talking too fast.
The only times he makes pauses is when he takes another drag off his cigarette or when he is searching for words.
Lothar is good at telling stories.
Silke is laughing. She’s fussing over Lillian – two months ago she was fussing exactly like that over Marijana.
Silke doesn’t care which one of Lothar’s women shows up for a party this time. All she knows that Lothar is important and it’s all she cares for.
He’s taking a sip from his glass.
“Will you be applying for Bayern job this season then?”
“Sure I will”. And Lothar laughs.
“Will you get it?”
“Damned if I know”.
Lothar looks sure of himself.
“And if you don’t?”
“I want this job. And I‘ll get it. Someday”.
No hint of hesitation in Lothar’s voice.
“It’s the most important thing for me now”.
And only someone who knows Lothar as long as he does will be able to see that it’s not exactly the whole truth.
The bells are chiming outside, two women are chattering at the other side of the room.
“I still don’t understand why you don’t want news about Löw’s… little affair anymore”.
“Because it’s not important”, flat voice, and Lothar is looking away, at the brightly lit Christmas tree.
“Why isn’t it suddenly?”
“Because no matter how much I know about it there is nothing I could do”.
Lothar is smoking too much.
“And I still don’t understand why aren’t you doing anything with the information you have?”
The question catches him off-guard.
“Because… Because I’ve still had no chance to do it”.
“He’s not letting you near him”. There’s no irony in Lothar’s voice.
“It’ll change. I just have to wait”. He’s told it himself a million times already.
They look at each other.
He knows that Lothar is the only person he can confide in. He knows that Lothar will understand.
They are too alike in some ways to not be… friends.
“So, let’s have our New Year’s resolutions!”, he says cheerfully and a bit too loudly – to catch attention.
“Isn’t it a bit too early, honey?” Laughs Silke, lifting her head from another photo album she was showing to Lillian.
“We won’t see Lothar and dear Lillian”, he sends her a smile, “till after the New Year, so it’s just about time. So… Lillian?”
“So this time next year”, she giggles, “I’ll be Lothar’s wife”.
“You can bet on it”, adds Lothar to make everyone laugh.
“This time next year I’ll get all my paperwork done and won’t have to run around like a headless chicken two days before Christmas. Lothar?”
“This time next year I’ll be sitting here as a Bayern’s coach, on my way to winning Champions League and Bundesliga title”, and a round of applause follows.
But he is applauding too, though he knows that what Lothar said out loud is the least important thing of them all.
“Hansi, what are you waiting for?” Lillian always giggles. “What will your resolution be?”
“This time next year I’ll be the champion of Europe looking for winning the World title in two years”.
Another round of applause.
And Lothar smiles in his face.
Lothar knows him all too well.
Their real wishes remained unsaid.