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Summary: Alberto Del Rio isn't sure whether to be amused or offended when Alicia Fox shows up randomly and starts shooting off garbled, incorrect Spanish at him. AlbertoAlicia, oneshot

I don't know why, but I've always thought these two together would be interesting. And here it is! I really hope that y'all enjoy this...crack pairing, because I can't think of another word for them. I hope that everyone likes this little fic. For those reading, thanks for giving this pair a shot!

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Alberto Del Rio just supposed weird things naturally happened to him.

There were countless things he could name. Issues in his childhood, issues in his teen years, issues in the ring, issues out of the ring. There were too many to count on both his fingers and his toes. However, all of the weird, odd things that had happened to him were nothing compared to what was happening to him right at this moment.

"Si, senor? Ah, gracias, denada. No me gusta agua."

Alberto blinked a bit as the fiery haired Alicia Fox went on with her Spanish tirade.

He wasn't sure what to do, really. Options were berate her, look offended, and stomp off, or he could humor her and try to figure out what in the world she was doing.

Alberto chose the latter.

"What are you doing?"

"Ah, como te llamas?"

"You know what my name is, Alicia."

Blinking, Alicia looked at him for a few measured seconds. "What are you talking about?"

It was Alberto's turn to look confused. "What are you talking about?"

Alicia looked him in the eye, a slight hint of embarrassment glinting in her eyes. "Did I not pronounce it right?"

"What?"

Blushing now, Alicia looked him straight in the eye, her fingers fiddling with the fringe on her jacket. "Rosa gave me some Spanish lessons."

Alberto was amused, now, but no less confused than he was a minute ago. "About?"

She sighed. "I was trying to ask you out."

That caused Alberto to outright laugh. His booming chuckles filled the space between them, and he clutched his mid-section as if it pained him to take a breath.

"Well, gee, if I was going to get this reaction, I wouldn't have bothered," she said, sarcasm in every syllable.

Alberto held his hands out in front of himself, as if warding off an intruder in his home. "No, no, I mean...I believe your...Espaniol...is off, just a bit."

She cocked her head to the side. "What d'you mean?"

"What do you think you said to me?"

"Um." For once, Alicia looked rather uncomfortable. "I said, 'Hey, Alberto. I was just wondering if I could talk to you,' and then, 'Want to grab lunch?'"

Alberto started chuckling.

Alicia wrinkled her nose. "What did I actually say, then?"

"'Yes, sir. Thank you. You're welcome. I don't like water,' and then, 'What is your name?'"

The Diva buried her face in her hands. "Oh, no."

After a moment of silence, Alicia looked up and met Alberto's eyes with her own. "I'm going to kill Rosa."

In a flash, Alicia was racing to the door. As soon as her fingers gripped the knob, she turned when she heard Alberto call out her name. "What?"

"I'll meet you at the Italian place across the street when you get finished," he said smoothly.

Alicia paused for a moment, a breathtaking grin crossing her face, and then nodded vigorously. "It's a date," she said before sprinting off.

Smiling to himself as he folded his jacket over his arm, Alberto figured that a little bit of weirdness never hurt anyone.

End.