Football One Shots

Kevin Trapp: Bilingual affairs

In just minutes, I had been pulled away from my normal desk job and normal work associates that had no clue who I was friends with. Instead, Marco Verratti and Thiago Silva had convinced my boss to allow me to leave, and the two ushered me into their car while my coworkers stared after agape.

"Somebody mind telling me where we're going?" I asked.

"If I tell you, I'd have to kill you." Thiago smirked.

"Ha-ha, funny, where are we going?" I asked again.

"We need your bilingual abilities." Marco told.

"Which ones exactly? I know about four languages." I questioned.

"Bloody hell, what do you know so many languages for?" Thiago asked.

"You know three, don't even go there." I warned.

"We need your German." Thiago stated.

I frowned. German is the language I speak probably the worst. The two guys talked amongst themselves for a few minutes before we had arrived at Paris Saint Germain's training grounds. Thiago placed an arm on my shoulders and guided me towards a guy who was standing around, unsure of what to do with himself.

"Hallo." I greeted the guy.

"Hallo!" The guy said with a new glow to his eyes.

"I'm Kevin, the new goalkeeper." The guy introduced extending his hand.

"I'm Alice and this is Thiago and Marco." I introduced.

"I'm glad somebody around here speaks German." Kevin smiled.

"Yeah, I know how you feel, I came to Paris two years ago, and only when I got here did I realize they spoke a different language." I shared.

Kevin laughed.

"Okay, enough of this, can you help him get introduced to the team for us?" Marco asked.

"Sure thing!" I sang.

Kevin stared at me while I watched the guys get everybody on the team in a circle. I went around the circle introducing everybody to Kevin, and then translated what he wanted to tell his new teammates.

"You're going to love Paris, it's a beautiful place!" I gushed to Kevin.

He smiled.

"What team did you come from?" I asked.

"Eintracht Frankfurt." He replied.

Thiago came up to us, grinning one his tell tale looks.

"Could you do me a favor?" Thiago asked in a squeaky voice.

"Depends." I answered.

"Well, it's really for the club, but do you think that you could teach Kevin French? You'll get paid of course." Thiago asked more serious.

"Yeah, seems easy enough." I told Thiago, who smiled and hugged me.

Kevin and I set up our first lesson together for that week, on Sunday afternoon. I knocked on his door and was greeted by a smiling Kevin.

"Hallo." Kevin smiled.

"Bonjour." I replied.

"Bonjour." Kevin repeated serious.

I set down a few textbooks I had gotten to help explain the language, but after fifteen minutes I realized how boring it was to teach from a textbook. So, I decided to take Kevin on a little trip around Paris.