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Venice Trip
Hello there, my name is Venice, but my brothers call me Fiorenza or just plain Fio. I just recently turned nineteen years old two months ago, but what I'm really excited is about both my brothers and their friends coming for a visit in Venice. Well, I should start the beginning on how I met the one I fell in love and all the insanity I've been placed with Italy and his friends from different nations. It all started the first day when I was just getting my hair combed while looking at my old reflection of myself in my cozy room.
As I stare at my reflection seeing a girl with amber-colored eyes and long, straight to wavy brown hair in its lightest form with a tiny curl that always leans around one side to my head to the other. It just never stays in one place and I use to remember the time where Romano would argue against my brother when I was about seven whether or not the curl belongs to the left side of my head or right. What I never understand is why I have a mole under my left eye, some people say as I child that I looked a lot like Veneziano because my hair was short, but they can tell us apart because of my mole. But anyways, I was just combing down my long hair with my smooth brush with fine patterns of roses at the back when I glanced down to see the postcard my big brother Veneziano sent me to tell me that he'll be sending his friends including himself to stay for a few months here. The reason is because after a massive accidental explosion of tomato paste (courtesy of my brothers and Spain) blew the conference room, it was so thick that they had to cancel conferences for a while until my brother decided to have them come here until the problem is done. In the meantime, I decided to show all of his friends around Venice. It was also a good chance to meet some other nations to feel like I'm making friends in my home...plus, it would be great to find a lover of some kind...
When I placed down my brush on my wooden desk, I heard a little high-pitched meow from behind, I smiled to myself and turn my head around to the right to see my little Veni, my pet black kitten. Veni rolls around playfully on the ground and stares at me with his big green hazel-colored eyes, I awe in defeat that he is so black fur makes him so cute, but the only parts that aren't black are his four paws and the tip of his tails, and the best part is his cute little white satin bow I gave him with a bell around his small neck.
I stood up of my chair, walked over to him as he rolls around the ground, bent down to my knees and pet him a little on the head as he meows to me happily.
"I don't have time to play with you," I said to him as he purrs. "I got to go and see my big brothers along with their friends. Just look at the postcard they got for me." But then, when I was about to pick up Veni, I heard my green alarm clock from my drawer in front of me ringing loudly to just say it's now nine. I can't believe it, I'm going to be late to pick up my brothers!
I looked down at Veni seriously. "Veni, I'm going to go now, be a good boy and protect our little room." I start petting Veni on the head as he meows on.
I got up on my knees and looked at my reflection, I straighten and dust out my orange summer dress with a rose pattern lace on the bottom, it also has buttons on the top of my chest with a cute red bow on the front. I wanted to looked nice for this occasion. Once I finished after twenty minutes of doing my hair and fixing my summer dress, I ran out to the open door brown with my white flip-flops on my feet and I was out the apartment room within a second.
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I ran down the narrow streets of Venice with stone platform paths and I could see many people pass by with a smile, I wave to each of them each as I ran down the small hill downwards. When I ran down the hill and turn myself to the right corner and I could see it being blocked by the fierce waters that went rapid with small waves. But I did see some children flocking in the water, completely oblivious of our sinking country. So I decided to turn back to the pathway and go on forward where I will take a different way down the dark alley from the left corner of my eye as people avoid going that direction. I start to run down the path, then turning to the left corner where people never dare to go as people sing with joy and people went into stands to buy some glass and jewels.
But when I went down this alley way, it's too dark to see except I could see garbage cans on the left wall while some plastic green bags on the right with a foul smell of rotten tomatoes and onions just laid on their sides, unpicked. As I walked deeper into this suspicious alley way, this smell wasn't the thing I was worried about when I sensed a presence far behind my back. I stopped, slowly turning my head as my pulse through my veins thickens with blood made of spicy heat. When I turn around too quickly, the shadow of a man suddenly pounce upon me and he grabbed both of my wrists! What the hell? Get off of me, you bastard! I struggled to get him to let go, but he was just too strong for me to handle and he squeezed my wrists with pain. When I prepared to scream, he lets go of his left hand and he blocked my mouth. I could bite his fingers off, but I realized he has gloves on...but what made me scared of him the most is his left eye that is covering his left eye to only show his green hazel-colored eye.
That's it, I had it with this bastard, I thought to myself and with my right foot full of weight I placed, I roughly step on his left Italian leather shoe foot and he yelled in agony. He pushes me away and I made a run for it, running down the alley way as I hear the man's grunts growing vague by each large step I took, never looking back. Whoever that man was, I hope that's the last time I ever see him again. I really hoped inside myself.
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My name is Nico, I lived in Venice my whole life and I'm friends with Fiorenza Vargas. But I call her Fio because it's shorter and she requested it from everyone she meets. I work near the port where she said that she is going to go, meaning I would see her today. Maybe I'll give her a cup of espresso on the house for once. But when I looked over to the tower five miles away from where I am, it was already nine twenty. So I looked at my black watch on my left wrist to see it is now nine twenty...Where is she? She said that she would come over to my stand and wait for her family to come over here. But then, I suddenly heard faint pants from behind...I slowly cock my head to feel my shoulder length blond hair fall off my shoulders to see Fiorenza collapsing to the ground! What in the hell is going on? I took a few steps over to her since she 'kindly' let herself in my wooden red stand and I pulled her up.
"What happened?" I asked her, looking down at her with my brown-colored eyes.
"I was just getting myself ready when I just realized I was getting late," she said and finally looked up to me with her lovely amber eyes. "But one of the streets are flooded today, so I took the longer route instead."
"Well, you should've just called me," I said. "I wouldn't mind picking you up."
She raised her hands in defense. "No, no, I'm really fine." She smiled innocently at me and I smiled back, I guess I can't always win. "Wait...what did I forget?" She said, pointing her finger up and thought for a minute...oh, no.
"Um, Fiorenza...you did finish that portrait that you were suppose to finish, right?" I asked her, she suddenly screamed practically loud that all the people looked over in my stand to see what was going on.
"I forgotten all about that, how could I do such a thing?" Fiorenza cried as she puts her hands on her head and shakes herself rapidly. I sigh to myself, she is so forgetful a times, it just looks so cute.
Venice Trip
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