Hello Hello! Here we are again! I'd like to than all of you who read my beloved story! Eve those who did not review. It's ok, I do love for at least reading it! Bye Bye!

"Voi siete americani? (Are you American?)"

"Stato a New York? (Have you ever been in New York?)"

"Dove si trova Broadway? (Where's the Broadway?)"

"Was your pasta good, Miss Heartphilia?"

Oh, a phrase she understood. Finishing the plate of pasta that had been placed infront of her earlier, she grabbed the napkin resting over her lap and politely cleaned her mouth before turning to Mirajane.

"Yes, the best Italian food I've ever had!" The blonde writer offered the receptionist a small smile. But looking her surroundings again, she looked at the many people (she assumed the inn's workers) had gathered around her table and even seated in hers other chairs. One of them really looked like Mirajane, a tall man with white hair and thought expression in his face. Next to him, a beautiful green haired woman looked curious at her. The other three, who were asking her questions she couldn't really understand, looked what she could only describe as funny.

One had a really long hat over his hat and seemed to have paint all over his clothes. The one on his left had a enormous topknot, and, to top it, was wearing an Hawaiian shirt. The last one, opposing the Elvis guy at her table, had too long green hair, and seemed to be on his own world reading a thick old book, and soon Lucy assumed he was there by an accident.

"Mirajane, no need to call me 'miss'. I'm single but I'm no royalty" – She said to ther girl who had started to take the dishes from the table.

"I'm sorry then, Lucy" – the beauty smiled. But soon, her smile was replace by an apologetic look on her divine face. "Oh, silly me, forgetting to introduce you to our staff!" handing the dirty plates to a passing waitress, mirajane cleaned her hands with a napkin and pointed towards the white haired guy from earlier

"This is my brother, Elfman, and his fiancée Evergreen" The two smiled and nodded to Lucy. She smiled to them too and followed the white haired girl's hand not to loose the introductions.

"Those very rute gentleman that were disturbing your meal are Reedus, the painter – she indicated the man with the head, who waved to Lucy- and Wakaba Mine, one of our many hanty antys" The last one gave her a thumbs up, that she could only retribue with a large smile over her face.

"And this quiet sir here is Fried, our translator." The green haired man took his of the book for an instant and looked at the blond, nodding.

"And, our very lout frients here – Mirajane walked over to those two who were arguing earlier, makig Lucy turn on her chair to look the way – Gray Fullbuster an Natsu Dragneel, the farmers."

"Mirajane, quante volte dovremo dirvi? Non siamo contadini, dobbiamo solo prendersi cura di terre produttive della locanda! (How many times will we have to tell you? We're no farmers; we just take care of the inn's productive lands!)" The shirtless man sighed after talking to the older girl and then smiled in Lucy's direction, offering her a small wave of his hand. "Piacere di conoscerti perdere ! (Pleased to meet you miss!)"

The foreigner smiled his way and nodded. Then, when she looked at the pink haired man, she felt goosebumps down her spine. He looked at her as if she was a ghost. Suddenly he rudely stood up and stormed out the room. Embarrassed, Lucy looked at Mirajane's direction.

"D-did I do something wrong?" She asked worried.

"No Lucy. But I already know what's wrong… sfortunatamente (unfortunately)"

Putting the little Natsu episode aside, our dear writer was more then happy. After some light conversations with those people who made her company at lunch (They could speak English as much as Lucy spoke Italian), Mirajane had took her to her room for some rest before a promised tour around Fairy Tail.

Her room was everything she could hope for. Light stoned walls; all the furniture was white with little gold colored patina. She could see the bathroom door at her right and the bed at her left. What a bed! With cream sheets and countless huge pillows, the tall bed made itself even more inviting because of it's…The girl took a deep breath before the biggest smile appeared in her lips… canopy! God, she loves canopies with all her strength. Thanking Mirajane, the girl decided to take a shower before her nap.

Yup, things were working just fine.

When Lucy woke up, it was already dark outside, so Mirajane told her she could walk around inside, and no worries about getting lost, because the build, for what she told her, was circular. Smiling, Lucy asked for a coffee and a waiter soon brought it to her.

Cup in hands, the writer walked to the room opposite the stairs. Over the doors there was a plaque written 'Biblioteca'. Taking a sip of her latte, the girl entered the open doors and soon realized she was at the hotel's Library! The walls were covered with books, and large leather covered sofas were spread all over the room. The illumination was made by the lamps that were beside each couch. In a far corner, a petite blue haired lady (what was that about Italians and their hair color?) was laying over her stomach, a relatively large boor wide opened in front of her. She seemed to be vey interesting in whatever it was what she was reading.

Being a writer, Lucy was, consequently, an avid reader. Curiosity taking over her legs, she walked to the girl and tried her best to initiate a conversation. What was that Makarov old man said at the park? Oh, it was...

"Scusa?" – She tried.

The girl, now startled with the blonde's presence, stood up with a hand over her frantic heart.

"Mio Dio, che spavento! Volevi... uccidermi? "Recognizing appearing in her eyes, the girl now used her hands in a poor try to hide a disbelief smile.

"I-Is that you? Lucy Heartphilia, the best-sellers' young writer Lucy Heartphilia?" The bookworm asked excitement evident in her voice.

Surprised in finally being recognized, Lucy offered the small girl an ashamed smile.

"Y-yes, that would be me… uhm… what's your name?"

"Levy! Levy McGarden! Oh, what a pleasure to meet you! I've reat all of your books and texts! All you write I read!" The girl offered her idol a shaking hand.

Smiling wider now, the blond taller girl accepted her hand and shook affectionately before letting go.

"So, Levy, would you mind showing me this small castle? A guided tour would be much more pleasant!"

Smiling widely at Lucy, the Levy girl nodded enthusiastically.

"Of course! Let me tell all I know about our beloved inn!"

After one hour of a chatty tour, the two girls felt like they've known each other for decades!

Getting back to the dining hall, Lucy could finally see the other guests. They probably were at the festival.

Right after both girls made ordered what they wanted to eat, a black haired woman, wearing a cowboy hat and carrying a huge barrel over her shoulders, kicked the doors opened and shouted

"Indovinate chi ha portato l'alcol buono?(Guess who brought the good booze?)" – Throwing the barrel at her feet, a shouting and animated crowd ran in her direction, cups in hands.

"Hey, Levy, who's that?" Lucy asked curious.

"That is Cana Alberona. She's responsible for the…ahem…alcohol."

"Oh, I see…." Laughing, she spend a very good evening with Levy. She shared all about her writer's block with the blue haired girl.

"And you know what? – She took a sip from her third wine cup as she spoke- I totally believe this place here will make me good ~hehe ~hic! Oops!"

"Well, I hope it does you good as it has done to me!" Levy smiled and finished her own wine.

"Lucy, woult you like me to make you company to the stairs? I still have to close the library anyway…"

"Yes! That would be so ~ hic~ nice!" The writer said while she lazily got up from her chair.

When the girls made it out the commotion Cana was still causing, Lucy, animatedly walked in the direction of the stairs not noticing a distracted Natsu walking speedily in the opposite direction. Bump!

Lucy fell in her butt and so did Natsu. Cursing, the boy got up furiously, but when he saw it was her, that scared look appeared on his face again.

"Oh, the rude boy! Good evening to you too, asshole." Infuriated she got up and started to clean her pants.

"S-scusa?" He looked confused t her, probably not understanding a word she said. That only made the blonde even angrier at him.

"Levy! Translate him something! Tell him he's a really rude person and the least he could do was help me up." The blue haired girl hold Natsu's attention as she translated what Lucy was saying. Giving the obviously altered by alcohol girl a stare, he said something, that Levy gulped before translating.

"Well, he told that you seem big enough to handle alcohol, and it's a depressing part you're playing."

That was it. What pig…

"Then you can tell him that he seems old enough to talk properly to other people when they are being introduced."

"You're a weird woman! – the boy was gesticulating a lot while Levy translated what he was saying – How could I ever imagine you'd even resemble her?"

"Of coursed I resemble no fucking else! – She screamed at him as the blue haired girl, preoccupied where this was going, continued to do what she was supposed to - I'm Lucy Heartphilia! And I intend to be no one else!"

With that she left a dumbfounded Natsu and a scared Levy down the hall as she stormed upward the stairs to her room.

"What a pain! I remember him of someone – she grumbled - It's his problem, not mine…"

Oops, not a good start for our beloved couple I guess. Well, let's hope for their best! See ya!