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Weeks passed without much incident. Pavel was excelling at calculus; in fact, there had been times he corrected his teacher. Nina had really taken to her psychology and sociology classes. Every day, when classes were over, he would listen to her chatter about this trend or that study. Once, she came in talking about Foreign Accent Syndrome.

"You know," she remarked, picking up her PADD. "There's this thing, it's called Foreign Accent Syndrome. It's where you get hit on the head, and your cerebellum is damaged. You wake up speaking your native language with a foreign accent."

Chekov climbed up on the bed next to her. "So I could hit my head, and wake up speaking English perfectly?"

"Yup!" Replied Nina. "Uh, I mean, not that you-" She was interrupted by a loud thud, and a moan from Chekov. Nina, alarmed, leaned over the side of the bed to see him lying on the floor. He looked up at her.

"Did it work?" he accentuated his already thick Russian accent. Nina laughed.

"Uh, not really." She suddenly got an idea, and threw herself off of the bed, as well. She raised her head to look at Chekov. "Mi sento la testa strana ... Perché ci sono due di voi?"

Chekov eyes widened. "You speak Italian?"

Nina laughed again, rolling over onto her back. "Solo un po '. L'ho raccolto dai miei parenti. E lei parla inglese? Non lo sapevo!"

Chekov sat up, and turned so he was looking down at Nina. "Tolʹko malo." He took a breath, and blushing, said, "... Vy ochenʹ krasivaya, znaete li vy?"

Nina's brow furrowed, and she switched back to English. "What?"

Chekov blushed even more. "Uh... I said, only a little."

She nodded. "I can understand, now that you've told me. I just could't catch it when you said it in Russian. But what was the other part?"

Damn. "Uh, I said that you look very funny, on the floor like that."

She frowned, then laughed again. "Well, then, so do you!" She stood up, laughing. She put her hands on her hips and adopted a harsh frown. "Vat are you doing on ze floor, Ensign? Get up and attend to your station! Ve vill not tolerate zis type of behawior on a Starfleet wessel!"

Both teens were silent for a moment, straining to keep their expressions; Nina with her frown, and Chekov with an exaggerated look of fear. Then both burst out laughing. Nina fell back on the bed, her entire body shaking. Chekov used the side of the bed to pull himself back up.

"That was good," he said, choking with laughter. He fell next to Nina, and very suddenly went very tense. His hand had fallen over hers. He pulled it away quickly and tried to slow down his heart. She might think he was flirting with her!

And what if she had understood what said in Russian? That would be terrible! But, she still had trouble telling between many of the words he had taught her when he spoke in sentences. There was no way she would have understood. He breathed a sigh of relief. The he blushed again. Nina had turned her head and was looking at him in confusion.

She propped herself up on her elbow, facing Pavel. "You blush really, really red, did you know that?"

That was when Pavel's blush broke all records for intensity.

Okay, the Italian is:

My head feels weird. Why are there two of you?

and:

Only a little. I picked it up from relatives.

The Russian is:

Only a little. ...You are very pretty, do you know?

:D :D :D yay for cuteness!

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