The Canadian Connection

Ch. 13 Das Auto

Recap.

A thought occurred when she mentioned the man who had told her where the blonde she was chasing had hidden. Namely, that thought was why a cowboy would be in a play like Mamma Mia. A cowboy who had also kept one arm behind his back while talking to her.

"God Dammit!" She shrieked to the heavens before rushing back to the door and flinging it open. The dressing room was empty as the cast had moved onto the stage. However there was in fact a brown vest, fake moustache and a ten gallon hat neatly folded as though as an apology for using them and placed on the counter of a nearby vanity.

"Bastard!" Natalia screeched as she swept the costume off the vanities counter to fall on the ground with an unimpressive sound resembling fwump.

Gilbert grumbled as he stomped up the steps in the alley behind the theatre leading to an emergency exit, the red sign marking it as such flickering a little in the evening light. "God damn bullshit, not letting the awesome me in..." The Prussian muttered to himself in annoyance. After being denied access from the front door Gilbert had gone around to every other entrance he could think of to try and get into to building but to no avail. Gilbert grabbed the door knob and tried to open the door but only managed to jiggle the knob to the large exit futilely.

"Shit." Gilbert cursed and leaned on the metal railing beside to doorway, crossing his arms for lack of anything better to do with them. As Gilbert pondered his next attempt at entering the theatre (perhaps a window?) the exit he was lounging by was suddenly thrust open, slamming into the Prussian and sending him tumbling over the railing and onto the pavement on the other side.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" Gilbert barked in pain as he lay on the paved ground of the alley, refuse surrounding him in a mocking tableau of failure. It did not help his mood.

"Oh god I'm so sorry, are you alright?" A worried voice asked the prone Prussian. Gilbert looked up, squinting in the unaccustomed light spilling from the doorway and casting a shadow over the face of the blonde haired figure leaning over the banister in concern.

Wait, light from the doorway?

"Hold the door!" Gilbert shouted as he scrambled to his feet. The blonde jumped but spun around and stuck a foot in the path of the closing door, halting its progress and keeping it from shutting them out completely in the cold Berlin night air.

"Got it." Matthew declared somewhat confusedly as he glanced back, observing the Prussian finally make it to his feet and brush himself off with a light cackle of mirth.

"Awesome." Gilbert told the blonde as he quickly made his way around the railing to climb the steps once again. "Thanks buddy. I was starting to get pissed at not being able to get in there." Gilbert told the blonde as he took the doorknob from the other man.

"Oh, that's unfortunate. See ya." Matthew told the German with almost indecent haste as he waved goodbye and hurried away down the alley. Gilbert shrugged off the departure and entered the theatre, shutting the door behind him. Gilbert grinned evilly inside of the theatre, rubbing his hands together in anticipation of future events.

"Awesome, now I just need to... find... that... blonde..."Gilbert paused as he trailed off before slapping a hand on his forehead. "Oh come on!"

()()()

"This is really good dazee!" Yong-soo whispered to Tino seated next to him.

"It is a pretty good play." Tino whispered back to the Korean.

"Shhh." Emil hissed at them, holding a single finger to his lip to emphasise his point to the two men. "Do not interrupt him when he's like this." The Icelander whispered warningly to the other two giving a pointed look at the Swedish man sitting several seats away, his piercing blue eyes trained fixedly on the stage where several actors were singing.