While I sipped my coffee in a little café in the town I now call home, I wondered for the umpteenth time why I even moved here, of all places. Sure, I moved away from my own home for reasons that still make me shake with fear. I just hope I never have to see him again. My mind flashed to that memory, to the pain and the bruises…
The sound of a scuffing chair at my table brought me back to the present. I looked at my sleeve and saw I had rolled it up without realizing it, exposing one of the few bruises still there. I pushed my sleeve back down and looked up at the little man sitting in the chair across from me at my table. He was kind of odd looking, with light brown hair and a weird curl poking out from it. He smelled strangely of Italian spices.
"You're new to this town, ve? I remember you moving in to the house right next to my friend Ludwig. He's nice, but for some reason he didn't want to go over and say hi. I wanted to meet you, though. My name is Feliciano Vargas." Well, he was friendly, I'll give him that.
"Marie. My name's Marie." I spoke with a shy demeanor that always repelled everyone for some reason.
"Hey, you're name sounds like a French name! Are you French? Because my big brother Francis is French and he would like to meet you if you are." He said with way too much enthusiasm.
I shook my head, "No, I don't think I'm French. I don't really know my heritage, though, because I was adopted." It was only after I said this that I realized how strange it is that an Italian would have a French brother.
"Oh, it's okay, he will still like your name, if you meet him." After this, Feliciano started saying "ve ve ve ve" in a little singsong voice. Just then, my server, Antonio, came to my table.
"Hola, Feli! Ah, Marie, I see you finished your coffee. Let me take the mug for you." Antonio took my mug off the table and asked, "Would you like me to make you some churros? It's nearing noon, so we will be serving them soon."
"Sure, some churros sound nice. Thank you, Antonio." He nodded at me and then left.
Feliciano looked really happy, "Oh, so you already met big brother Antonio, ve? He's a really nice guy. He runs the café with my fratello Lovino."
Suddenly, I heard shouts from the kitchen, "Lovi, why don't you tell me why you are so mad at me all the time?"
A voice I had to assume was Lovino shouted back, "You should know why, you tomato eating bastard! Right now I'm mad at you because you didn't tell me about putting churros on the menu!"
Sadly, we could hear the rest of the argument from the dining area:
"Lovi, what have I told you about swearing in the café? Am I going to have to take away your tomatoes again?"
"If I'm such a hassle, then why not just fire me?"
There was silence for a while, then, "Because I care about you, Lovi."
After more silence, "I'm gonna go wait some tables. Make the stupid churros."
"Wait, Lovi-"
"Just make them already, boss!"
A dark brown haired guy who looked similar to Feli barged out of the kitchen and started taking orders. The similarities between him and Feliciano were scary. One of the few things that distinguished them was that Lovino's curl poked out from the other side. Oh, and the fact that so far Lovi was a complete jerk.
When Lovino got to our table, Feli piped up, "Hey Lovi, are we still gonna have that party at my house and invite everybody?"
Lovino sighed, "The party was your idea, so I suppose so. Since I'm feeling refreshed from yelling at Antonio, you can even invite your new friend." I guessed he meant me.
"That's a good idea, Lovi!" Feliciano turns to me, "I'm having a party at my house tonight, and a lot of people in town are coming. You wanna come?"
I was shocked at this, "You seriously want me there?"
Feli smiled, "Sure! It will help you get to know people in this town! Everyone wants to meet the new girl! Besides, I think the more the merrier! Of course, Ludwig doesn't think so…"
Lovi muttered, "Who cares what that potato bastard thinks?"
Antonio shouted, "No swearing in the café, Lovi!"
Lovino was storming back into the kitchen as I answered "Yes" to Feliciano, and smiled for what felt like the first time in a long time.
Author's Note:
This was kind of the introductory chapter, so I hope you guys liked it. The next chapter will be much more exciting, as more characters come into play, and we will learn more about Marie's mysterious past. As this is my very first fanfiction to be published on here, reviews are appreciated! And quick question: Should I update daily or weekly? I'll update weekly for now, but I guess if enough of you guys leave reviews wanting me to, I'll start updating daily. Also, I'm writing a strictly FrUK fanficton, and I was wondering if you would want me to put it up here, or finish this one first. Sorry if I talk too much, it's a quirk. Hope you enjoyed!