Make me feel 3
Disclaimer: I own nothing and I'm not earning any money with it.
Rating: ?
Warnings: ?
Pairings: ( Luis Napoleon x Karl-Heinz Schneider x Elle-Sid Pierre)
Summary: Harry, Franz and Manni are worried about Karl and are visiting him to find out what is wrong with their friend.
Make me feel 3
"So here it is?", asked Mannfred, Manni as his friends called him, Margus and looked questingly at the address and then on the piece of paper his friend Franz Schester was holding.
"it seems so", Franz answered. He couldn't believe it either.
They stood in front of black iron gates, closed in front of a way, rose bushes at both sides of it, which lead to the white mansion in the background.
The massive doors of the estate were partly hidden by a big fountain.
Left and right to the mansion they could see a accurate trimmed lawn and spacious flower beds could be seen at the far end of it.
"Let's ring and see if he really lives here.", Harry interrupted them in their gawking at the estate.
Not that he wasn't impressed by it, but he was here to find out what was wrong with Karl and not to look at some garden, no matter how beautiful it was.
He pressed on a button in the stone wall, in which the iron gates were embedded.
"Oui?", a female voice came through the speakers.
"Uhm. We- we wanted to-to speak with Karl-Heinz Schneider.", he stammered and hoped that she would understand him.
Silence followed, apparently she hadn't understood him, because after a few seconds a male voice could be heard and asking them what they wanted.
Harry repeated his request again.
The gates opened automatically and awestruck they walked through them.
Manni and Franz turned their heads everywhere, still not believing that Karl was living here.
"Will you two stop and concentrate?", Harry hissed at them, when they reached the front doors.
They nodded and looked at the closed doors.
"Do you think we should knock?", Franz whispered into Harry's ear, but at the same moment the doors opened and a strict looking butler stood in front of them.
"If you would follow me please, sirs.", he said stiffly and turned around.
The three friends gulped and went into the mansion.
They suddenly felt small and poor.
Probably we should have put on a suit instead of only jeans and t-shirt, thought Manni.
They followed the butler into a big living room.
"If you may wait here, please. The master will be here in a minute.", the butler bowed slightly and went out of the room, closing the doors behind him with a soft click.
Harry , Manni and Franz stood in a thigh knot, not daring to sit down on one of the couches. They looked expensive and they feared, that they might made them dirty or break it in some sort of way if they would touch them.
Shyly they looked around at the bookshelves, the carpets, the big windows that gave view to the beautiful park.
"Yes? You want?", a voice interrupted them, a voice that didn't sound like Karl at all.
They turned around and saw Elle-Sid Pierre standing in his riding clothes there, Luis Napoleon behind him
"WE wanted to speak to Karl", Harry said firmly, as surprised as the others by his firmness.
"He isn't here, but he will be back tomorrow. didn't you knew that?", Elle-Sid asked, sounding vain.
What dare they come here to his mansion and ask for his Karl?
"All right. Then just say him, that we will come back tomorrow and visit him at the same time.", Harry said aggressive.
He didn't like this French, he was too vain in his opinion. And why Karl was befriended with somebody like that was beyond him.
"Will do,.", Elle-Sid said curtly.
"Don't bother to lead us out. We will find the way by ourselves.", holding his head up high, Harry marched passed Elle-Sid; Franz and Manni in tow.
Angrily Elle-Sid looked after them. How dare this little cretin tot talk to him in that way?
"Here's the next time.", Manni said encouragingly.
"Yepp. No running away.", Franz said.
"We didn't run away. He wasn't there. That is all.", Manni corrected him.
"Silence, you two.", Harry barked and pressed down on the button.
"Yes? You wish?", came the voice from the butler thought he speakers.
"We wanted to speak to Karl-Heinz Schneider.", Harry said and waited.
The gates opened again, like yesterday and they walked upo the path. This time not paying much attention to their surroundings. Not that they didn't stroke them as beautiful, but this time they were expecting it.
At the entrance the butler waited for them.
"This way, sirs", he said and lead them down the other side of the corridor.
Manni sniggered.
"Guess Pierre hadn't liked your way of talking to him yesterday."
Harry gave him a disapproving glance, but looked straight ahead again.
If Pierre should try and trick him. Please, he was up to it.
The butler opened a door and lead them in another living room.
"The guests have arrived", he said pompous.
Elle-Sid nodded and the butler bowed before he left them alone.
"We wanted to talk to Karl. Not you.", Harry said, slightly pissed off. if this stupid French should try and hold them away Karl , he would….
"I'm here.", he heard Karl's voice and turned around to the sofa where Karl was sitting.
"Oh, there you are.", Harry said slightly embarrassed.
"So, what do you want?", Elle-Sid asked cold.
"Nothing that is your business. So leave us alone", Harry snapped.
Elle-Sid took a deep breath and wanted to tell Harry exactly what he thought of him, when Karl said
"Please, leave us alone."
Elle-Sid gave Harry one last death-glare, before he marched, head high in the air, out of the room.
"If you should need us, we are in the next room.", he said to Karl and closed the doors.ö
Karl nodded.
"Why don't you sit down?", Karl suggested.
Uncomfortably Harry, Manni and Franz sat down, making the sofa looking hard as a board.
"So, what do you want?", Karl asked and looked at them.
Sheepishly Franz scratched his head.
"Hahah, you know…"
"We only wanted to know what is wrong with you?", Manni said.
"Nothing.", Karl looked to the side.
"What has this little git of a football player told you?", Harry asked angered.
"Hermann Kaltz!", Franz looked shocked at him.
"What? He is a coincided, feather-headed, little git."
"Harry, he isn't that bad. He really is nice , once you get to know him.", Karl tried to correct the opinion his friend had.
"Ah yeah? So why don't you tell us then what is bothering you? aren't we your friends too?", Harry flared up.
"Yes, you are, but…. But if I tell you, you will hate me.", Karl looked to the ground.
"Karl-Heinz August Schneider", Franz said, "How dare you believe such a thing?", Franz said, pretending to be shocked and hoping to lighten the mood.
"My name is not Karl- Heinz August.", Karl smiled shyly , mentally shacking his head.
"Ye.", Manni elbowed his friend, " How can you forget that his name is Karl-Heinz August Franz Joseph Wilhelm Maximilian Alexander Friedrich Schneider XVI?"
"Oh, my apologizes.", Franz laughed and Karl sniggered. Sometimes the Bremen duo had lost it.
Harry cleared his throat.
"Fine. Can we come back to the topic?", he said, not up for any joking at the moment.
"Harry, do you have to destroy the mood?", Franz pouted.
"Yes, so?", he turned around to Karl.
Karl gulped.
"I-I'm sorry, but I cant tell you.", he stammered.
"But you can tell that…", Harry stared to curse, but got himself in time, " Whatever it is, tell use. We promise you, that we will understand it."
"Don't make promises that easily. Not if you don't know what it is about."
"Karl, please", Franz said exasperated, "Have we ever given you reason not to trust us?"
Karl shook his head.
"See? Why now?"
"Be-because… you don't understand."
"The tell us, for the sake of the Almighty."
Karl gave the one last look, before he took a deep breath and mumbled, „I'm gay."
Dead silence fell upon the room.
Harry, Manni and Franz looked disbelievingly at him.
„Has he just said, that he is gay?", Manni turned around and asked Franz.
„I guess, he has.", Franz answered.
„Puh, and I thought it was something serious.", Manni breathed out a sigh of relieve and just as he was about to relax, a thought got to him.
„Wait! You were afraid that we would drop ou because you are gay?"
Karl nodded, looking to the ground.
„How dare you, you mean, little… really, to trust as this little. I think we really should end this friendship with him, if he doesn't trust us.", he aid to Franz.
Harry stood up and beat Karl around the head.
„You now, Manni is right. We are your friends. Do you really think, that we would end this friendship because of something like that?"
„Sorry.", Karl said sheepishly.
„Pierre and Napoleon know that you are gay?", Franz asked.
Karl nodded.
„How?"
„Uhm. „, Karl blushed.
„You slept with them? Great", Manni threw his arms up in the air,. „ he doesn't trust his own friends , but can have sex with two strangers. Just great. This friendship is over, Karl-Heinz August Franz Josef Wilhelm maximizing Alexander Friedrich Schneider XVI", Manni said, pretending to be hurt, but his eyes twinkled.
„I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?", Karl asked shyly.
„Do you mean it?"
Karl nodded.
Franz looked at Manni.
„What do you think? Can we give him another chance?"
„Well….", Manni scratched his chin in mock-thinking, „ ….well…. I guess, we can. But only if he promises to never ever be that stupid again."
„I promise it.", Karl said smiling.
„Then, I guess… it's time for a group hug.", shouted Franz and gave4 Karl a rip breaking hug.
„Yeah!", Manni and Harry joined in.
„Hey-hey. it's good, okay? Hey, you are breaking me my rips.", Karl padded Franz on his back.
The got entangled and sat there on the floor.
„Really, Karl", Harry begun, „ why haven't you told us?"
„I told you, because I was afraid to lose you. And-and gay soccer players doesn't exist, right?"
„Gay soccer-players doesn't exist? That's a good joke. Football is the gayest sport I know."
Karl looked disbelievingly at him.
„You wait and see what will happen when word hit the road that The Kaiser is gay.", Franz assured him.
„But… but there are so many married.", Karl didn't understand it.
„It's only fake. Believe me. Take our good Rivaul. Married, two children and gay. Believe me.", Manni said to him.
Karl still couldn't believe it, but he felt confident.
Now that it was out, that his friends had accepted him, he felt lighter, like nothing could hold him down anymore.
They sat there the whole day, joking, laughing and having a good time together.