A/N: Sorry for the late chapter guys, I was incredibly busy and and no time and inspiration to write. But, here's chapter 3!
Chapter 3-Employment for Mann Co.
Etzel looked around. Today was his last day in college, for he was going to get a job. That job was being a field medic, in a place God knows where. The line for employment moved forward, causing him to be pushed by a young boy. This young boy looked around 17 or 18, wearing a cap, a white shirt, shorts, possible knee-high socks, and tennis shoes. He looks like a baseball player, because of the handbag wrapped happily around his chest."Move it, old man!" This baseball player said, snorting shortly afterwards. Growling lowly, he moved up. Did he really look that old? He was in his late 20s, so that will remain a mystery. He damn well hoped that the boy wasn't on his side of the battlefield, otherwise there'll be something nasty going down.
After waiting for about 20 minutes, it was finally his turn. After having that tall fat guy in front of him, sounded like he was having a stomach problem, or just ate some beans. He kept passing silent but deadly gas, which often caused Etzel to choke and wheeze for dear air. Good thing he left because he thought he might die from those poisonous gases. He went up to the employment desk, standing upright and bowing."Guten Morgen... I am Etzel..." Etzel said, trying not to get his studdering into the introduction. The lady in the desk, Miss Pauling(he later learned her name)smiled."You are going to be a Medic, correct?" Etzel nodded."Go ahead outside and aboard the train. You will be going to Dustbowl."Where the hell is Dustbowl?!
He shook it off and went ahead, hearing the baseball player faintly say,"See ya', old man!" Why does he keep calling him an old man?! He wanted to punch that kid in the nose, wanting his blood to splatter all over. He shook off the thought and went to the station, where a train was waiting. He went on it, and sat near the end of the train, where no one was sitting. He liked being alone, which meant he could practice his violin without loud noises bothering him. He heard the train start moving, his violin case jerking forward slightly. He grabbed the case, then turned around. No one still in sight of him.
He took out the violin and its bow. He wasn't too sharp on his skills, but might as well practice, since his mother always told him,"practice makes perfect". He never really followed that famous quote, but he does now. He placed the violin near his chin and placed the bow on the strings, and began to play. Etzel started to play a piece of Beetoven's work, having it stuck in his head for a while now.
He must have been playing well because he then heard footsteps coming near him. He stopped playing to look behind him. It was a slightly tall guy, medium length sandy blonde hair, an electric aqua eye, a white T-shirt, military pants, and boots. On his left eye, was a square eyepatch. And coming out of that eyepatch, was what seemed like burn marks. One twisted down like a tornado, and the other one curled toward the end of the 'tornado mark'. He also had one that ended near his Adam's Apple.
"Why did you stop?"This man said as he sat down next to him."U-Um... I don't know..."Etzel said, kind of scared of this guy. He never encountered a guy taller than he ever since he left Mann Co. and into the train station."Anyways... I'm Samuel-Dakota, but you can call me Samuel."Samuel said, holding out his hand for a handshake."I-I'm Etzel..."He said as he put his violin into the hand of his bow, shaking Samuel's hand."I-I'm very pleased to meet jou..."Etzel said."Is something wrong?"Samuel asked."N-Nein... mein English is not zhat fluent... u-und I'm quite shy..."Etzel said, looking down slowly and blushing slightly. He never confessed that before. "Hm... German, right?"He asked. Etzel nodded."So... where ya' headed?"Samuel asked, curious if he will be on the same team or same area he will be."D-Dustbowl..."Etzel said, still wondering where the hell it was at."V-Vhat team are jou on?"Etzel asked, now his turn for questions."I don't know.. they never told me,"Samuel replied."all they said that I was going to Dustbowl, just like you."Etzel looked at him, still wondering how those burn marks were like that.
They talked on and on, laughing and smiling. They often touched each other's hand on accident, telling one another sorry, the other forgiving them. Their noses touched once, Etzel being the one that blushed the darkest, Samuel being the one turning away, blushing softly and apologizing. The train soon stopped at Dustbowl. Etzel put his violin away, Samuel getting up to get his things. They both waved at each other goodbye and set off inside of the station, where a man with a helmet that had a card and cigarette case strapped onto it, with a blue uniform on, blue pants, boots and holding a sign that had the name 'Etzel' on it. There was another man with glasses, a long surgeon coat, gloves, and boots. He was holding a sign with the name,'Samuel'. 'So ve are on different teams...' Etzel thought to himself. He looks at Samuel one last time before going to the helmeted team mate.
"Welcome to Dustbowl, Medic! I'm the Soldier, but you can call me Connor."Soldier says. He doesn't seem so bad. But not compared to Samuel."Y-You can call me Etzel... Um... please excuse mein studdering.. I-I'm quite shy around ozhers.. u-und mein English is not zhat gut.."Etzel told Soldier, hoping he would forgive the studdering. Connor looked at him, as if he would knock the studdering right out of him. Etzel looked at the Medic and Samuel. They were speaking as well, except the other Medic didn't have a studder at all. His English combined with the German accent spoke fluently. If only he could do that...
-WARNING-The first half of this paragraph probably makes no sense at all. I tried to think hard but failed. You may continue.
Etzel looked back at Connor, the expression he had before now softened."Listen up, Medic. You see, BLU is probably the weakest team in the RED's eyes. With you studdering, BLU and RED would probably think you are the weakest person they ever seen. I'll introduce you to them and we'll see how it goes. Okay?" Etzel nodded. He was starting to like this Soldier, along with Samuel. Connor soon started to leave the train station, as well as the other Medic and Samuel. Etzel hurried behind the BLU Soldier, carrying his suitcase. He tried to grab Connor's hand, but drew back since he didn't want to look like that he was a big baby."U-Um... Connor...?"Etzel asked."Yes, Medic?" Connor responded."C-Can... I hold your hand..? I-I don't vant to get lost on zhe first day here, hehe..."Etzel giggled, slowly stopping to feel his cheeks flush."Um.. sure, I guess..."Connor responded, looking back at Etzel. The now BLU Medic grabbed onto his hand, blushing like a girl that talked to her crush. He tried to hide the hands away from sight to not make a tough and manly guy like Connor look weak and pathetic, much like him.
After a while, they came into the BLU base, and Etzel let go of his hand. He was probably red as a tomato right now. Etzel felt sorry for the BLU Soldier for having him hold his hand."U-Um.. sorry, C-Connor.. for m-making you hold mein hand..." He said, looking down."Ah, it's alright son, just try not to let that happen on the battlefield, for those RED princesses." Connor said, chuckling at his princess joke. Etzel didn't find that funny at all, considering that he made friends with Samuel, a RED Soldier. But he let out a small chuckle to not let Connor feel like a loner. They entered the Rec room, where the other BLU team members were sitting.
"Boys, we have a recuit on the team. Meet Etzel, our new Medic." Connor said to the team, everyone staring at him. They've never seen a short Medic, since most they had were at least 6 feet. This guy, looked shorter than 6 feet, almost near 5'2. The first man that came up to him, was the BLU Sniper. He was quite tall, so Etzel had to look up at him. The tall man examined him, hair to boots."Oui'm Snoipah, noice ta' meet ya'." Sniper held out his hand for a handshake. Etzel cleared his throat, trying to get the studdering out for a few minutes."I'm Etzel... n-nice to meet jou.." He cursed to himself for studdering just to make a new friend and team mate. He held out his hand and shook the Sniper's."Hm... a studderer, eh? Oui moight loike you..." Sniper chuckled darkly.
The next one to come up to him, was Demoman. The Scot was drunk, Etzel could tell, since his breath smelled like a strong alcohol. He fell in front of Etzel, scaring him like a cat with water. He gripped onto Connor like he was the only thing left to hold on."Um... that's Demoman, he gets drunk a lot..." Connor informed Etzel. Etzel looked up at him, still scared of the drunken team mate. He might like him if he was sober more often. The next one was Pyro. The unknown firebug- well, unknown to Etzel- looked at him with his optical mask on. Etzel looked at the Pyro, wondering what is in that suit. The Pyro gave the new Medic a hug, as a friendly hello. Etzel was in shock for a moment before hugging back shyly. The Pyro let go and giggled. He knew he was gonna like this guy.
The others said that they'll meet him later, for it was time for bed. The new team mates of Etzel went upstairs and headed for bed. The Soldier and another man stayed. The other guy had on a hardhat, overalls, goggles, and boots."You see that man with the hardhat right there?" Soldier asked. Etzel nodded. He obviously did see, he wasn't blind."That's our Engineer. He will show you your room. Right Engie?"Engineer looked at him."Yeah." His accent mixing in perfectly with his one-worded sentence."Alright son, follow me."Engie got up and walked upstairs, Etzel following behind him. They went to the end of the hallway, where he soon stopped."Welp, here's ya' room. Night, Medic." Engie said before going into his room to hit the hay."Danke, Engie..." Etzel said. Engie looked at him, then headed into his room. Etzel went inside his new room as well. It was a nice neat room. No cracks(At least, not visible to him), perfect size for a small guy with many keepings, white, plain walls, like his old campus room.
Etzel decided it was time to rest, for the day was done. He put his suitcase on his bed, and took out a plain white T-Shirt, undressed, and put the shirt on. It felt perfect on him. Not to tight like some of his shirts, not to loose like the others. This was his favorite shirts. He zipped up the suitcase and put it under the bed, saving the unpacking for later. He went under the covers and went to sleep.
Sorry for the long wait, once again. Hope you like! ^-^
