Disclaimer: I don't own House of Anubis.

This chapter is in Nina's POV. And yes, I am a Fabina sucker. But the next chapters will be other couples too, don't worry!

Chapter One: America

The scent of a fresh rain that waters the wide meadows. A gentle arc of a new rainbow hangs in the sky. Wildflowers blooming with their vibrant colors. Bright light from the shining sun cascading over the sapphire sea. Dew glitters like emeralds against the dark green, grassy ground.

Nina places the stack of photos back into the Kodak envelope her Gran had sent her. The photos are of her hometown in America, where it is full of life and winter had just ended. She rereads the note attached to the photos, missing her home with every word.

Nina-

I loved reading your last letter. I am very excited for summer, too-mostly because you'll be back here in Florida! Sorry to hear you are homesick. To help that, here are photos my friend Andrew took of Miami Beach as soon as the snow melted. As you can see, it is official. Spring is here! I know you would love to gather flowers when you were younger and take pictures of the beach with that little camera you had, so I hope you enjoy them and remember home. We all miss you!

Lots of Love,
Gran

The problem is, though, the pictures make her feel even more homesick and missing Florida because of the memories in the letter and the photos.

She remembers picking flowers from the field near her house and taking apples from the large trees in her backyard to make apple pie. Dancing in the rain with her friends and then getting warm and toasty with a cup of soup to eat. Singing songs in an off-key note, but not caring who listens. Back when she was a kid and did not have a care in the world.

"Hey Nina!" says a voice from behind her.

She jumps a foot in the air as her bubble of memories is abruptly popped. Turning around, she notices Fabian with two coffee mugs in hand, looking at her with a bemused expression. "Fabian!" Nina lightly smacks him on the arm. "Don't scare me like that!"

He chuckles. "Sorry, thought you heard me. What's up?" He glances over my shoulder at the photos in my hand, seeing the one depicting the sparkling sea. "Wow-pretty."

"It's my home in America. I miss it so much," Nina says with a sigh. She glances out the window, seeing streams of water running down the glass window. "It's the beginning of spring over there, while here it is dreary clouds and thunderstorms."

"Hey, hey. England isn't that bad. And I thought you were used to the weather by now; you've been here nearly three months," Fabian jokes. When he sees that Nina does not smile or even roll her eyes at his lame joke, Fabian's voice drops to a whisper.

"You okay, Nina?" he asks, putting down the mugs on the coffee table in front of them. He sits down beside his best friend, turning his body so that all of his attention is focused on her.

"I'm fine," Nina muses. She glances up, a smile on her face. But Fabian knows her well enough to see the strain of being so cheerful is doing to her; it all shows in her eyes, her gorgeous eyes. "What's in the mugs?" she inquires.

Fabian wants to say something about how she should just tell him about her homesickness to let it out, but he bites his tongue and decides to switch topics. He takes the handle of a mug in each hand, proffering one to her.

Nina inhales the scent of the warm yellow liquid that sloshes around inside of each mug, smiling slightly, and then notes each of the little pieces of chicken swimming inside. Bits of noodle float to the top, only to sink back into the steaming liquid, disappearing from sight.

"Chicken soup?" Nina asks, taking a mug and wrapping her hands around it.

"Yeah, it's a cold and dreary day, so I thought some soup would warm you up." Fabian takes a sip of his soup, loving the salty taste of the broth.

They sit in a comfortable silence for a bit, just thinking to themselves. The only noise that penetrates the silence is the soft pattering of the rain hitting the roof far above them.

Nina does not drink her soup, not yet-she is too busy thinking. How had Fabian known about her childhood memory of having chicken soup after being in the rain? She had never told him, not that she could remember, anyway. She had not even told Amber, her closest girl friend, her roommate, with that memory, so how would Fabian know?

She peers at him. He is smiling slightly, looking at the window with keen interest. She honestly does not see what is so fascinating about glass, especially when it is raining. But wait, those are not just any windows.

Near the top, forming a colorful arc, is a rainbow of stained glass that seems to be glowing with brilliant, dazzling colors. The waterfall of rain against the window seems to illuminate the colors, making them shine like crystals and creating a beautiful image.

Suddenly, Fabian is struck with an idea. He glances down at himself to see that he is not wearing anything that could be damaged by rain, and then proposes the question.

"Nina, do you wanna go out?"

Her eyes widen and she can feel the blush creeping onto her cheeks. Had he really just asked her that? And then Fabian realizes what his sentence sounded like. He stutters out, "N-No. I-I mean, do you wanna-" He sighs. "I meant to say, do you want to go outside with me?"

Nina lifts the now-empty cup from her lips, the soup almost completely gone. Her hope falls as she comprehends his amendment to his previous sentence. She wishes he would ask her out, so fixing it really does not make her feel better. She pushes her feelings away to deal with them later. She tilts her head to the side, saying, "But, Fabian, it's raining."

"Does that really matter? Haven't you ever danced in the rain?" Fabian asks, standing up and taking both mugs into the kitchen. He cleans them quickly, puts them in the dish rack, dries off his hands, and head back to the living room, where Nina is struggling to decide on what she wants to do.

Finally, she is able to say something. "Of course I've danced in the rain, but I was little. I mean, won't our clothes get wet?" Nina glances down at her dark blue sweater that her Gran had sent her for the colder days in England. She really did not want to get it soaked through, but rain water would not hurt it, right?

"Again, does it matter? Let's go," Fabian coaxes. He takes her wrist and gently tugs her outside, onto the porch: the only dry area for yards in the wet fields that surrounded the house.

"Are-Are you sure you want to do this?" Nina once again questions. For once, she is stuttering as bad as Fabian, and realizing this, Fabian laughs to himself.

"Nina, are you really afraid of getting a little wet?" he replies, looking amused.

"No. And don't reply with a question," Nina grumbles. Then she remembers that Fabian still has her wrist in his hand. She blushes softly at the thought.

"If you're not afraid of getting wet, let's go then," he says for what seems like the dozenth time that hour. He pulls her out into the rain, and Nina squeals as the cold water hits her bare skin.

After a while, though, they both adjust to the rain's temperature and begin to relax in the storm. Nina lifts her chin and closes her eyes, allowing the rain to stream down her face. She breathes a long sigh through her nose, finally relaxing after holding in the sadness from missing her home. Fabian taps Nina on the shoulder and she turns to see an open hand.

"My lady, may I have this dance?" Fabian asks, taking on an Old English accent, which does not seem hard since he already has his British accent. Nina takes his hand, smiling widely.

"Of course, kind sir," Nina replies in the same voice.

He places a hand around her waist, pulling her close, the other intertwining with her own. Nina wraps her remaining hand around his neck, making sure that he has a good grip on her in case she stumbles and falls. She leans up and whispers, "Remember, I can't dance. So I'm sorry for whatever damage I do to your toes."

Fabian laughs. He begins to guide her in a slow and clumsy waltz, both of them hitting feet and turning in the wrong direction. When they eventually got the hang of it and he dips her, he adds in a low voice, "Did you know that I can't dance, either?"

Nina can't help but laugh, too, and pulls up from the dip. Fabian spins her under his arm and Nina cannot help but giggle with each step. Yes, they are both awful dancers. Yes, there is a possible chance of them catching a cold from being out there for so long. But to Nina, it does not really matter.

Twirling in the rain with Fabian, laughing and having a good time, well, her homesickness for America was slowly fading away. And it was all because of a bowl of chicken soup and a bunch of photos.

It is easy to say that she is not that homesick anymore.

I never specified a certain time for this chapter to be in the series, but I was thinking near the beginning, when it's a rainy March day or something. A time where Fabian and Nina know each other well, secretly like each other, but aren't close to going/stepping out.

Oh, and the window is not in the series. It's supposed to be that window where the telescope is located, but I'm fairly sure there are no stained glass window pieces on that window. So sorry for the confusion-I needed something to spark the idea to dance in the rain.

Hope you liked this! I'm in a majorly fluffy mood so I may write more... Please review and leave me feedback about the first chapter!

~Ary