Not two days ago Monika had been requesting the local news agent to put up her note of a vacancy in her apartment.
One day ago the woman had interviewed countless people and already given up hope on finding someone to board with.
Now Monika Beilschmidt stared at the Italian man who was currently occupying her kitchen.
No, it was not like that.
She had simply met the boy last night when he was sitting in a nearby alleyway crying his eyes out all alone while getting drenched by the rain
Of course this ex-soldier now turned police officer couldn't ignore him, so she put her umbrella over him and offered him a place to stay for the night.
The man had accepted with grateful but extremely sad eyes before giving out another choked sob as he tried to get up.
Eventually he had cried himself to sleep in the guest room-which was usually reserved for her older brother- but now it seemed like he had awoken and was quite happy
"g-good morning" Monika greeted nervously
"Ah, buongiorno~" he smiled "I hope you don't mind I decided to make you some breakfast to thank you for yesterday"
"No, I don't mind" Monika said
Actually, it felt nice to have someone there in the morning that stayed long enough to cook for you.
Monika sat down and dug into the foreign dish happily
"So, how is it?" the boy asked happily
"It's wonderful...uh..." she stopped realising she didn't know the boys name
"I'm Feliciano, but you can call me Feli" he smiled
"I'm Monika," she said before going back to her breakfast.
After breakfast she insisted on washing up but somehow he ended up drying
"So what happened yesterday?" she asked quite concerned about the Italians previous plight
"o-oh, I ran into someone I used to work with before my current career and...It went badly" he said simply his hand tightening around the plate
"What do you do now?" she asked changing the subject
Feliciano blinked twice and looked at her incredulously before laughing
"What?" she asked, "what did I say?"
"Nothing" he said putting away the plate "nothing at all"
Monika frowned and stared at the Italian for a long while
"anyway I'm late for work" she said looking at the clock, she was so used to running on schedule she wasn't sure what this feeling was that crept up inside of her when she realised she had broken away from it all because of this Italian man "feel free to let yourself out and post the keys" she smiled before going upstairs to change.
...oOo...
Monika had thought that would be the last time she saw the Italian.
She had been dead set on that one fact.
Of course, the universe likes playing tricks on her.
When Monika got home there was a happy Italian man waiting for her
"Uhh...hello" she greeted
"Ve~I'm sorry for not letting myself out but I read a note you had put out nearby and realised that you were looking for a roommate" he said
Well she HAD been looking for someone to split the rent with so she could have more money for luxuries
"Yes" she said slowly
"Ve! Well I was wondering if the place isn't taken if ui could have the spot" he smiled
"Well, uhh-"
"Is it taken?" the Italian asked his smile falling
"No!" Monika exclaimed d before coughing "actually it's not, there's been nobody yet who seems suitable"
"Can I take the spot then?" he asked "I'm relatively clean, I love cooking and I promise not be a burden"
Monika stared at the man
Although he had a sweet face, he seemed dead set on having the extra room
"Sure" she agreed allowing a smile to grace her face "the only rule I have is that you don't go under my bed" 'because you won't like what you'll find'
"Deal" he said happily accepting her terms.
...oOo...
Monika walked out of subway with one of her colleagues called Francis who had a teasing smile on his face
"Môn Cher I didn't think you had the guys, to bring a lost little lamb into your home and fix him up for the night while he was completely sad and defenceless"
"I'm not like you Francis," she said glaring at him before looking up at a large screen on the front of a building.
Monika stared in awe at the large screens in the busy metropolitan area that were all playing the same video in sync.
She had never really looked at them before or taken any notice because she wasn't all that interested in them
But now she couldn't take her eyes away, that sweet little Italian boy she had taken in last night was on the screen advertising a new perfume
"Ah you seem pretty taken" Francis laughed "he calls himself Veneziano, he's one of the top models right now, he recently played in a movie and his fan base soared despite the fact he wasn't the lead character..."
Monika tuned her co-worker out as he went on and on about him
That sweet and naive looking Italian man she was now living with, was a model?
Crap.
Alright the first chapter is out
I've never written about fem Germany, ever.
But this might be exciting, I don't plan on updating my other fanfics unless I get reviews so I'll probably get a lot of time on this :D
Reviews keep me writing...and coffee but nobody cares about-no WAIT Mr. cappuccino please!