A/N:Hello, my darlings! This is my first DWJ fic and also my first English fic ever. So, please, be nice. It hasn't been bettaed yet, so...Be even nicer. Is just t hat I wrote the three first chapters and got really carried away with the idea of posting! Marco/ Rosa isn't exactly my favourite shipper and "Magicians of Caprona" isn't exactly my favourite book, but...It's just so full oh shippers and romance and all that girlish things we all love...Anyway, I'm a very creative mind (it's annoying sometimes, believe me) so I couldn't help coming up with a series of stories about the Petrocchi and the Montanas. So...This is the first chapter of "Small, Tiny, ALMOST insignificant detail", it's suppost to be funny, but you know first chapters. They ALWAYS are boring. Don't believe me? Try reading "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" from the beggining. I don't know how I did ever finished that thirty first pages...BORING!

Well, that's all. Now read and PLEASE³³³³ rewiew, all right?

Oh. And for those who already know me and are wondering why didn't I start with a Millie/Christopher fic...Well, I just didn't consider myself good enough for it yet. Eventhough I already have about a thousand ideas... o.O''! It's really bad to livewith my mind. It REALLY is.

Chapter one:

A Half and a Half

"I'm going to KILL that Rinaldo Montana! I SWEAR!" Cristiano Petrocchi said for what seamed like the hundredth time that morning.

"And I'm going to kill YOU, if you say this once more, Cris. You have too many dark thoughts for a person who's only sixteen." Said his older cousin, Marco, who was changing his bandages. "Besides, you're lucky you're injured. At least you won't have to spend the next week or so standing under the sun, on your feet, getting all wet trying to fix that stupid bridge!"

"Oh, don't say that, Marco. That Montana really fights!" His cousin stared at him. "I mean, he MUST have learned something trying to stop his relatives from killing him like a cat." Cristiano said in order to explain why he had made a compliment to a Montana. "You're lucky you ran away... By the way, why did you do that? You could turn that git into a cockroach with just one note."

"Well, let's say I'd rather talk to Miss Smith than getting amazingly hurt, or completely dirty or maybe surrounded by love birds...With that Rinaldo guy...We never know, do we?" Cristiano laughed. "Well, I'm leaving now. How do you feel? You think you'll survive?"

"I'd dare say yes."

"Good, I'm leaving. A lovely day to you. Wish I could wish myself the same." And then he closed the door behind him.

"I REALLY need to..take a break, Papa!" Marco said three hours later . "Please!Let me go! I can't feel my feet anymore! You don't want your son to have to chop his legs, do you? I promess I'll be back for the night turn!"

"Okay, whatever." Guido Petrocchi answered, only half listening. He was to busy staring at Nicollo and Antonio Montana talking to the Bridge Engineer, Mario Andretti.

"Poor man. He can't even work with these two insects all over him."

Marco shook his head. His father was way too obsessed with the idea of hating the Montanas. He slowly started walking to the dinner next to the old bridge.

"MARCO, MY BOY!" Bruno, the enormous barman, yelled as soon as he saw the red head come in. "I missed you, you filthy littler traitor! Forgot the old friends, didn't you?" He said all this with a huge smile on his face. Thank God, cause if it was in any other way all his costumers would have probably ran away. "Come here and give old Bruno a hug!"

"Er...I'd rather not do it right now, Bruno. I'm REALLY tired." Bruno looked hurt. That was bad. "But when did exaustion ever stoped me of showing my friends some afecction? Come here!" He said smirking. After a bone cracking hug, he sat on the bar.

"Long time no see, my boy." Said Bruno, while clining some glasses. "What has caught you?"

" You have half an hour to listen?" He asked sadly. "Really, this whole situation is driving me nuts."

"Situation? You mean...The war? The fight last night with the Montanas? Your wedding?" Marco raised his head from his hands and stared at Bruno:

"How can you possibly know all that?"

"Well, let's just say...I saw the same thing before." But before Marco could say anything else the barman continued: "So, how is your search for a wife so far?"

Marco frowned even more:

"Awful. And I'm not asking too much, you know. All I want is somebody cute, young and with a small amount of power, or maybe just a good singing voice. But...how hard can this get? " he sighted sadly. "Besides, as time goes by, things start getting worse and worse. Last week, aunt Catarina brought home a fourty year old lady. PLEASE! I'm not THAT desperate. And...Fourty? How were we suppost to have babies?"

"Ew...Don't talk about you making babies. I know for way too long to have this images."

"EW! I WASN'T TALKING ABOUT THIS! I was talking about..." But he stoped middle sentece. His eyes were now settled in a table in the corner of the dinner. "Who's she?"

"She who?" Bruno said, but he knew exactly who Marco was looking at. But he wouldn't dare say it aloud. The idea of his boy finding out that he also worked for a Montana was too dangerous. "Who are you talking about?"

"The blond girl next to Miss Smith. Is she her sister?" Marco asked, eyes still on the girl.

"I don't know her. I'm sorry." Unbelievable. From all people in Caprona, Marco would look exactly to the one he could never have. It was tipical of him, always the rebel. The oldest son of Guido was never really worried about anything. He was that kind of light hearted person, that no anger could ever reach. He was just too calm for he's own good. Exactly like the girl he was now staring at. Too bad they would soon hate each other, they'd be the perfect match. Bruno tought.

"Well, I guess I'll have to go there and ask them." Marco said, standing up.

"NO, WAIT!" Bruno said, desparate. He needed to stop Marco from getting into a fight with Rosa and detroying his dinner. And his friendship...With both. There was only one weapon he could use. "Don't you want a piece of this strawberry pie first? I just baked. Eat while it still hot..."

"Well...Maybe a piece..."

Fourty five minuts and eight pieces of pie later, Marco stood again. "So, here I go then...Hey. Where are they?" Bruno tried not to laugh and said confused:

"They whom?"

" Darn! Bruno! That girl could have been the love of my life and you just made me lose it! Now we'll never know!"

"Did somebody ever tell you how dramatic you are, Marco?"

"Mama says it all the time. But that's not the point! I lost it! I completely lost it! You and your stupid cake made me lose it!"

"More pie?"

"Yes of course!" he sat again and Bruno sighted, relieved. "Guess I'll have to ask her name to Jane later."

Bruno felt like crying now.

"So...Is Rinaldo okay?"

"Yes, Rinaldo is fine, Jane. But you won't be if you keep asking me this."

Rosa answered moodly." Well,not really fine actually, once they almost cracked his head in two pieces. Really good spell. One of those Petrocchi must be a great magician."

"Oh, poor Naldo. But he did showed some service, you know? I believed two of them were really wounded. But if you asked me, all in all, I'd it was your cousin's fault he's hurt now. He started the fight and the Petrocchis were in a bigger a number, see?"

Rosa smiled. Jane had no idea in how much danger she had been and in how much danger she would be if she was any other Montana. Jane never really got the idea of how far the family hate for each went. Aparentelly she seamed to think it was just a small argument about who sells more spells.

She agreed with Jane in a way, thought. Maybe it was because she was only half Italian, but she didn't feel as passionate as the rest of her family. They were all obsessed with this rage, but she prefered to ignore the Petrocchis, let them live their lifes...But she knew that was not the reason. All her brothers and sisters were half English just like her and they allseamed to think that the Petrocchis should die.

"You know, Rosa, one of the Petrocchi was even cuter than Rinaldo. His name is Alberto, I think. He visited me at the gallery this morning and..."

"PLEASE, JANE, NO!" Rosa said once they reached the hostel Jane was living at. "You have to marry Rinaldo! Or at least keep him busy while I find myself a husband...Otherwise I'll be the one to...Yuck. You know what I mean." Jane laughed at Rosa's begging.

"Well, if you insist..."

"Yes, I do." She said smiling faintly. "Anyway, I'm going home now. It's already late and I really need some rest before the night shift. See you later?"

" I think so. Maybe I'll pass at the Montana house to check on Naldo..."

"He would be really happy if you did." She smiled and then turned around "Bye!" she said with a final wave.

As soons as Rosa turned around the corner, Marco Petrocchi's voice came from behind Jane:

"Who was she? Wheredid she go? Does she live with you? Is she your sister? What's her name?" he said really fast.

"MARCO! YOU SCARED THE HELL OUT OF ME!" Jane said in English.

" Yes, Is really nice to see you again too, Miss Smith. Now, who was she?" he asked breathlessly. Probably from running.

"She who? You mean...Rosa?" she asked confused.

"Rosa? Is that her name? It's a beautiful name...And, surprisingly, Italian." He said amazed.

"Well, she IS half Italian, you know." Jane seamed impatient. "Only her mother is English. But, anyway, why the sudden curiositty about...?"

But before Jane could finish her sentence, Marco had already left. He was going exactly in the same direction Rosa Montana had just went.

Next Chapter: They meet, they talk, they fall...They Kiss /o!

Do you think things are going too fast? I'm just going by the book, babies! By the book XD! Besides, things are going fast only by now...This whole fic is about taking a relationship...One step at a time. You'll so'n understand. Or at least I hope so.

And "Yes" . I REALLY can't help talking too much.