disclaimer: I don't own Titanic. The ship or the movie.

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Fabrizio di Rossi was a work of art.

She could barely communicate with him and she had only known him for two days, but Helga Dahl had fallen hopelessly in love.

Because he'd always been so kind and caring, the epitome of a perfect gentleman, from the moment they'd first spoken at the third class docks.

But her father put a stop to that immediately, calling Fabrizio words Helga would never dare repeat. But the little Italian had caught her eye, with his laugh that made her feel light and the butterflies in her stomach start fluttering, her father's words so distant and vague when she was next to him. And she'd nudged him, watching the exchange between Jack and Rose with amusement, smiling shyly to herself as she heard Fabrizio and his Irish friend exchange laughs.

On the party in the third class quarters, he'd flashed her a grin and offered her his hand. And they were twirling, twirling, the people around them meaningless and irrelevant, because they both wanted nothing more than to just freeze that moment, because everything was so perfect and felt so utterly right.

And when the music ended and all the beer was gone, they'd walked around the third class decks, losing themselves in the stars and the words and each other's smiles.

He made her feel safe, secure, and made her a little more certain about her future, because she knew from that day on, that Fabrizio would always be in her life, in some way or another.

Because she didn't want to think about having to say goodbye to the Italian who'd swept her off to her feet and made her fall oh so hopelessly in love.

And they'd talked for hours, until the winds were too cold and the sky too dark, before making their way walked her back to her room,quickly stealing a kiss and giving her that cheeky smile that made her feel all happy and light. He'd strolled away, hands in his pockets and whistling a tune that she didn't recognize.

That was the moment she'd fallen in love with Fabrizio di Rossi.

Because the ship was too high and her hands were too sweaty, and the bar she was holding on to seemed to get wider and wider with each breath she took.

But what was the use in hanging on?

She'd seen her father falling off the decks, falling to the black murky waters with a sickening splash. She'd seen her mother floating in the water, still. And she'd seen Fabrizio, crushed under a falling funnel, his face painted with terror as he'd seen his impending death.

Rose caught her eye. She was next to Jack, and her mouth formed a small o as she registered who the blond girl clinging for life was. Helga pleaded with her, feeling her fingers slip away, and Rose looked close to tears as she mouthed an "I'm sorry,".

She felt her fingers slip, one by one.

She registered the feeling of weightlessness, listening to the fallen ship give one last shudder, before a scream was ripped out of her body as she collided with the furious sea.

And the stars gave way to a dizzying black.

Everything had a feeling of airiness to it, like things weren't perfectly solid or perfectly stable. But Fabrizio was in front of her, his face calm and serene, and she felt a smile upturn her lips as she rushed towards him.

His arms engulfed her in a tight embrace, his eyes relieved, and she could feel her heartbeat melding with his.

And she felt okay, and she really was okay, because who needed America when she had Fabrizio right in front of her? She could make out her father's figure, his face tight as he nodded his begrudged approval.

Fabrizio laughed, smoothing her blond hair which had come out of its braid and cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall.

"Ah, Helga, you shouldn't have followed me this time," Fabrizio said sadly, his English still carrying that distinctive lilt, but Helga understood him so much better. His hair was ruffled and he was unshaven, but all that made him more endearing.

"But I did-" the words came out of her mouth without thinking, and she didn't really have to ,because her words were still sweetly Norwegian but so much clearer. She leaned up and brushed her lips against his, feeling a surge of warmth go through her as her heart pounded in her chest. "-and I wouldn't change a thing."

A/N: I think I should stick to writing Jack/Rose, don't you?

This is... iffy. I just wanted to write a Fabri/Helga oneshot but WHAT IS THIS.

barely any angst

pfft this does not meet my standards.

no, I'm just kidding.

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