AN: okay, so this is my first crossover on fanfiction. Usually I'm not a big fan of them, but I love both Eric and Belle and this is how I imagine the two if they were ever in a romantic relationship. Peace out, A-town...okay, ignore that and just enjoy the story and DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW.

The young brunette scanned the horizon with her dark eyes. Light coloured buildings were scattered all over the coastal area. The stone street ahead of them was packed with busy merchant selling fish, and shellfish.

She followed her father, riding on his horse, Philippe.

"Oh Belle!" Cried her father as he looked from left to right, barely able to digest their surroundings, "Look at all the fish! Have you ever seen such seafood in France?"

Belle tightened her grip on the reigns and gave a weak smile. She missed France already, but deep down, she knew that this was what her father really wanted, to start anew. She couldn't deny the fact that Greece was beautiful because, well, it was. Great white pillars all around them reflected the large hot sun above. Belle squinted at the light.

In front of her, her father guided her and Philippe through the busy market, his head swishing from left to right as he pointed out little things all around them, "Oh look! A sailor's bar!"

Belle smiled patiently.

She loved her father, really, she did, but good lord.

He turned back to Belle, "And look over there! A library!"

At that, Belle turned her head to catch a glimpse of a tiny space packed with books. Over-flowing with books. Cardboard boxes were placed outside baring books. A tiny smile played on her lips. At least she'd have something to herself here.

"Aaaand, here we are!" Her father declared as Philippe came to a sudden halt. In front of them, a white house stood most humbly. It must've been at least fifty years old, but everything was still attached. A small space for a horse or two was arranged beside the house. An olive tree was planted nearby.

"Oh father, It's beautiful!" Belle sang.

At her approving, the podgy man threw his arms around his daughter and they embraced happily.

She stepped away from him and led Philippe to the small stables calling out to her father, "Do you need any help unpacking?"

Her father chuckled, "No, no! You go run off now, Belle!"

Belle rolled her eyes, "Father-"

He shooed her away, "Go on! Explore! This is a new town, with new hopes and new people. Maybe you'll meet some friends!"

Belle nodded obediently; finally, a little time to herself, though doubted what her father had said about her finding friends.

Belle? Friends? Yeah, not happening. She was always dubbed the freak. The bookworm. But she couldn't help it if she got along better with paper than she did with human beings.

At least she could get a good walk in now.

And just as she turned to leave their new home, she felt her father's hand grasp the collar of her dress, pulling her back.

"Father wha-"

"Maurice!" Someone nearby interrupted her. Belle turned to see a thin man with light brown hair standing with his arms out. He wore a merchant's outfit and looked to be about her father's age. His eyes were a soft grey.

"Oliver!" Her father responded letting go of Belle's collar and throwing his arms around the other man.

Belle frowned to herself.

"It's been so long!" Oliver spoke, "How is France? Do they still grow the best roses?"

Maurice laughed, "Why yes Oliver, of course they do! France will always have the most beautiful roses!"

Oliver then turned to Belle, His features amused, "And the most beautiful women it seems! This must be Belle!"

Belle gave a friendly smile and extended her hand out to the man, who ignored it and gave a bear hug instead.

After almost crushing Belled, he turned his attention back to her father, "My Maurice, though France may have the best roses and women, Greece has the best fish."

The two of the older men burst into hysterics.

"We also have nice beaches," Belle heard someone add. She turned her head to find herself facing a young man her own age with the same wavy light hair as Oliver, that reached his shoulders. His eyes were darker though, and his body was a lot more in shape.

Belle knew very well that this was the kind of guy that the girls in France would swoon over.

Herself? Not so much.

He smiled at her and extended his hand in a friendly greeting, "Hey, I'm Kaden. I'm embarrassed to say that I'm related to that man over there," He nodded his head towards Oliver. Belle couldn't help but chuckle.

"Belle," She replied, taking his hand.

He brought it to his lips, giving it a gentle kiss. A wry smile played on his lips, "Belle. What's that French for? Beauty?"

Belle nodded, "Yeah, It is."

"It suits you."

She felt her cheeks redden.

"So you've met Kaden!" She heard her father say as he turned his attention to the two teenagers, "Kaden, I was just telling Belle to run along and explore the place before I ran into you and your father. If you're not busy maybe you could show Belle around?"

Kaden straightened his back, "Of course."

Belle gave a sigh of frustration. Just when she thought she had some time to herself

"And this," Kaden announced, his arm extended towards the large wooden structures ahead of them, "Is the main port."

Belle followed Kaden down the stone path, not looking up from her book. It was about the Roman Empire. Caesar's men vs. Antony's men in a battle of terror and-

Belle jumped from surprise as her book was pulled away from her.

"Hey-"

Kaden crossed his arms, her eyes were focused on her red book that he held, "Will you stop? I'm trying to show you around."

Belle blinked. But obediently continued following Kaden as he led her to one side of the dock. All around her, men ran about getting their ships ready to set sail. They carried crates off and on boats, nets full of fish were everywhere.

She breathed in a fresh breath of air, the scent of seaweed making her nose twitch as she strolled along the wooden dock, following Kaden leading her to a tiny wooden boat that could barely be compared to the magnificent ships beside it.

"This is my boat," Kaden boasted proudly, "It took me a whole year to save up for it."

"That's…dedication." Belle breathed.

He untied the boat from the dock and helped her inside of it. Belle hesitated. What a great idea it was moving to the Mediterranean. Despite her non ability to swim of course.

"Ready?" Kaden asked her.

Belle shrugged.

Kaden grabbed the wooden paddles that rested inside of his boat and began steering the boat away from the busy marina.

Belle's dark eyes watched the people along the shore and dock, running about, setting sail, laughing, drinking, chatting. She then made one promise to herself, It was here, in Greece that she'd make her first friend. She didn't need to become miss popularity, just one friend would do.

She looked to Kaden, and to her horror, found him holding her precious book above the water, ready to drop it.

"No!" She yelled, standing up immediately. The boat bobbed up and down viciously.

"Belle!" He shrieked back, "What are you doing! You're going to flip the whole boat over!"

"Please give me my book back." She said a little quieter, still standing up.

Kaden smirked, "It's been distracting you all day. It's just a book."

"Stop!" Belle lunged at him, and sent a shrill scream as the boat rocked so violently that both her and Kaden were dumped into the cool Mediterranean water.

Belle thrashed her limbs about, she felt her lungs slowly filling with water. Her movements became less encouraging…

The man servant followed the young man, scurrying along the wooden deck of the marina, "Your majesty-"

"Eric," The dark haired man corrected.

"Eric," Grimsby shuddered, "I don't believe it is a good idea for you to go out to sea today. You are aware that the countess of Marbella is arriving later this evening and you don't want to smell like seaweed when you meet her, do you? This could be your potential wife-"

"Well," Eric said as he assisted another man carry a couple of wooden crates onto the giant ship awaiting them, "If she plans on being my wife, I advise her to get used to the smell of seaweed."

Grimsby sighed in defeat, beside him, a great English sheepdog barked happily, running along the dock.

"Besides," Eric added, "You shouldn't focus on finding me a wife."

Grimsby snorted, "You're twenty!"

"I'll find her when I'm ready," Eric answered.

He dropped the last wooden crate on the deck of the ship and quietly strolled off to the main marina where he took in a deep breath and observed what view lay in front of him. He loved the sight of men working together. Bonding and friendship at the sea. There was nothing better than that.

"What about a princess?" Grimsby came rushing to Eric's side, "There are quite a few Russian princess that-"

"Grimsby," Eric said a little seriously now, "I can do without a woman in my life, really."

It was then that he heard the scream. All hundred of the men by the marina turned their heads to see a young lady fall into the sea.

Eric didn't hesitate. Before Grimsby could complain about the stench of seaweed again, Eric had dove into the sea and began propelling himself towards the girl. She splashed and twirled and tried her best to stay above the water, but to him, it was obvious that her swimming ability was very poor.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her in close to his chest as he began swimming back to the docks. There, many of his sailor mates helped hoist the two body's on the wooden structure.

They laid the girl on her back, and Eric quickly moved his hand to her throat to feel her pulse. His other hand moved to her forehead where he pulled a strand of hair out of her face.

The girl suddenly opened her dark eyes and gasped for air.

"You're okay," He breathed in her ear. His face was inches above hers as they both panted.

Grimsby came rushing to the scene, "Your Majesty!"

Eric's eyes were still on the girl below him, his breath still unsteady.

"Are you all right? I'm sure that the countess of Marbella will…uh…be enthused about your bravery, but the smell!" Grimsby scrunched up his nose.

Eric finally rolled over onto his back beside the girl and eventually hoisted himself up off the wooden dock.

He held out a hand to the beautiful girl below him and she took it gratefully.

It was when he finally helped her up that he was able to take in her remarkable features. Her dark eyes stood out on her clear, pale face as did her full light lips. A permanent blush stained her clear cheeks.

"I'm Eric," He finally said with a warm smile.

He watched the girl throw her head to one side and twist her wet hair with her small hands, causing sea water to drip from the tip and make slight pattering noises onto the wood below them.

She opened her mouth to answer but got interrupted.

"BELLE," Belle turned around slowly to find herself facing a drenched man. His light, shoulder length hair was in his face, hiding his eyes. He sighed and marched up to her.

"Oh, hello Kaden," She smiled weakly.

Kaden glared at her and grabbed her arm, beginning to pull her away from Eric.

"Can you believe that guy?" He growled.

Belle blinked, "Eric? I thought he was rather nice. He saved me from drowning."

Kaden smirked, "He obviously did that to make himself look good. He is a prince after all."

At that, Belle turned her head back to catch a last glimpse of the man that had saved her to see him playing with a large shaggy sheepdog. At the same time, Eric turned his head to look to her, and their eyes met. He smiled and waved, and Belle quickly averted her gaze.

No man with a smile that welcoming could be that bad.

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