(A/N: This story takes place in Florence, Italy, just so you know. Thanks for all the reviews, and sorry it's taking so long to write more chapters…if you have any ideas, please feel free to post them, and if I put them in my next chapter, I promise to give you credit! Thanks!)

La casa Italia Dolce (Home Sweet Italy)

Otto sat on the plane beside Sunny. "I can't believe you brought me to Italy with you! Your grandparents must be awesome to give you plane tickets to Italy for your birthday," she exclaimed as she kissed him on the cheek.

"You have no idea," he replied with a sigh. He was so worried his family would aggravate her. His mom's side of the family was Italian, and they were proud of it, not to mention a little bit crazy. "I'm going to warn you, they are very eccentric. Don't take what they say seriously."

"Aw, come on, they can't be that bad. I'm sure I'll love them." She leaned her head on Otto's shoulder and slowly fell asleep. They had about five more hours out of their eleven-hour trip to go, so he put his arm around her and fell asleep as well.

They both woke up when the stewardess spoke loudly into the microphone. "We will be landing in five minutes, so everyone please fasten your belt for safety. Thank you for flying Air Italy, and have a nice trip."

"Yay, were almost there!" Sunny sat up and took her mini brush from her purse and began to comb down her hair.

Otto was a little worried still; he didn't want his family to scare his girlfriend, or say anything rude to her.

The plane landed with little turbulence, and the passengers began to file slowly out of the plane. Otto and Sunny walked hand in hand out of the plane towards the luggage holder. They ran into his grandparents before they got there.

"Otto, mio bel nipote, how you've grown!" yelled his grandmother, running towards him with wide-open arms. "Oh, it's so great to see you again! You have no idea L'ho mancato!"

"Well, il figlio, who's this? Is she a l'amica we don't know about? Why you gonna keep something like this from your il nonno, eh?" greeted his grandfather. He was short and plump, with a continuing bald spot on his head. He had dark skin and deep green eyes, just like Otto.

"No, il nonno, I'm sorry. This is Savannah, my friend. She's from back home," explained Otto.

"Nice to meet you, Savannah. Ah, you're a very la bella ragazza. Otto is lucky to have a l'amica like you," chuckled his grandfather.

"Thanks, I think. It's nice to meet you, too, Mister? Uh, what's you're last name again?" Sunny asked.

"Belvidere," added Mrs.Belvidere.

Sunny smiled and whispered to Otto, "Otto, I have no idea some of the stuff they are saying! And you never told me you could speak Italian!"

"Eh, sorry. My grandpa said you were beautiful, and it was good I had a la bella, er, pretty girlfriend like you," he explained.

She nodded and continued to talk to Mrs.Belvidere.

"Well, we can chit-chat when we get la casa. Let's go, Cascata! We got lunch on la tavola. We're having pizza, just to show you I bambini americani how la pizza is really done," argued Mr. Belvidere.

"Marco Raffaello, vado colpirlo con la pizza se lei non cessa di urlare!"

Otto shook his head and took Sunny's hand and walked to the car.

"Here we are, la casa casa dolce, home sweet home," stated Marco Belvidere. The small apartment smelled of fresh pizza and coffee. Sunny took in the smell with warmth.

"You have a nice house, Mrs.Belvidere," she complimented.

"Ringraziarlo, caro un, we try. So, what would you two like to drink? Il vino, la birra? We have plenty."

Otto's eyes got wide. "Um, la nonna, we don't drink wine or beer. Do you have some Coke or other soda?"

She shrugged. "We have some soda, if that's what you prefer, la bevanda morbida. I'll get you two some Mello Yellos." She walked into the kitchen.