Oh my god, I have been trying to get this to work for the past 15 minuets and my Internet has been being horrible.

Hello! Welcome to my story. It is very, very, very, loosely based off of Mulan. There is a reason I shouldn't watch Disney movies and this is it. As for the characters...

Feliciano Vargas: Norther Italy

Elizabeta Héderváry: Hungary (if I ever spell her name wrong, autocorrect)

Markus Domitius: Grandpa Rome (I looked up Roman names, and got this)

Henry Domitius: Holy Roman Empire (To be honest, I just wanted to name him Henry.)

Feliciano Vargas stared at the beams that went across the room of his best friends barn. They were decorated with splashes of colour and drawings of things in the village, all weathered from wind and rain. Some of the really old ones were almost gone.

"Hey, Feli!" A voice yelled from down on the ground. "What are you doing up there?"

Feliciano sat up and smiled at the girl standing down below the loft. "Good morning, Miss Elizabeta."

Elizabeta Héderváry was the niece of Marcus Domitius, the man who had taken Feliciano in after his parents had died when he was three. She was seventeen, a couple years older than him, but very nice and the two got along quite well.

"I told you that you can call me Eliza." She climbed up the ladder to the loft and sat down besides him. "Everyone else does."

"Mr. Edelstein doesn't." Feliciano teased.

Elizabeta turned away, muttering something about Feliciano knowing much more than someone his age should. Her eyes rested on a small painting, one of the more faded ones. Feliciano looked at the painting and recognised it almost immediately.

The painting depicted two boys, and the bright colours and smudged lines made it obvious that it had been painted by a very young child. Or, in this case, two young children.

After his parents death, Feliciano had moved in with Marcus Domitius and his son, Feliciano's best friend, Henry. Four years latter, Henry was killed in an accident at the market. Neither Markus nor Feliciano had ever fully gotten over it. They had lived alone in a huge house and it was very quiet until Elizabeta had come to live with them a few years later.

"Eliza! Feliciano!" Markus called. "Breakfast is ready!"

Elizabeta jumped down and dusted off her skirt. She looked at at Feliciano. "Are you coming?"

Feliciano nodded and carefully climbed down the ladder. He and Elizabeta set off towards towards the house, the smell of breakfast already in the air.

"I see you two were in the hayloft again." Markus said, smiling as he pulled a piece of straw out of Elizabeta's hair.

She nodded. "Feli was up there when I went to look for him."

"It's nice up there." Feliciano said absently, taking a bite of his eggs. "Very peaceful."

Elizabeta nodded in agreement. "It's almost impossible to get away from those fools at the market." She complained.

"Don't call people fools." Markus scolded, although it was obvious to Feliciano that he knew it was hopeless; Elizabeta had many opinions and not very good at keeping those opinions to herself.

Elizabeta grinned and started eating her eggs.

"Just remember to be carful up there." Markus remained the two children. "Some of the beams are weak. I don't want anything to happen to you."

There was a loud clattering sound as Feliciano's fork hit the plate. Both Elizabeta and Markus turned to look at him.

"Sorry," he said quickly, standing up. "May I please be excused?"

Markus nodded. "Of course."

Feliciano rinsed off his plate and then immediately left the house, leaving Markus and Elizabeta in silence.

And it's done! Sorry it's so short, but this is only the introduction thingy. It will get longer later. I hope.

It's almost five am, and I've got school so, thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed, and goodnight!

-GS