Chapter 21: Dinner At A Nice Restaurant
April 25, 1951
The Beilschmidt, Vargas, Bonnefoy, Fernandez Carriedo, and Honda families were out at a nice restaurant called Mamma Mia's. In attendance were: Claus, Elise, Ludwig (now eighteen), Klara (fifteen-going-on-sixteen in August), and Gilbert (ten-going-on-eleven in October); Giuseppe, Gabriella, Lovino (now twenty-one, and visiting from university in Rome), Feliciano (now eighteen), and Savio (ten-going-on-eleven in September); Pierre, Amanda, Francis (twenty-three-going-on-twenty-four in July, also visiting from university in America), and Isabelle (fifteen-going-on-sixteen in June); Eduardo, Maria, and Antonio (now twenty-three, and visiting from the same university as Francis); Daisuke, Mulan, Yao (twenty-one-going-on-twenty-two, visiting from the same college as Francis and Tony), Chi (twenty-going-on-twenty-one in November, visiting from the same college as her brother), Kiku (now eighteen), Kaoru and Mei (both fifteen-going-on-sixteen in July), and Yong Soo (twelve-going-on-thirteen in August). That was a lot of people, so all of them had to eat at one of the longest tables in the restaurant.
The families were going out to dinner to celebrate Francis' upcoming graduation in June, St. Mark's Day, and the sixth anniversary of Italy being liberated from the Nazi-Fascists in 1945.
"Congratulations, Francis," Amanda said ecstatically.
"We're very proud of you, son," said Pierre.
"Merci, Mom, Dad," said Francis. He tried to grope Ludwig and Feliciano, but Ludwig scared him with his signature death glare.
"Francis Edmond Bonnefoy, no groping at the table," Amanda scolded. "especially don't grope your cousin or his friend."
"Je suis désolé, Maman," Francis said sheepishly.
"Welcome to Mamma Mia's," Miria Harvent said cheerfully. "I'm Miria, and I'll be your server today. What would you like?"
"Uh, we don't know yet," Claus replied. "We'll need a few minutes to decide."
"Okay," said Miria. She left, leaving the five families to try and decide what they wanted.
"So, what does everyone want?" asked Claus.
The Bonnefoys—with the exception of Amanda—decided on some French dishes. The Fernandez Carriedos—except Maria, who wanted Italian food like her brother and sister— decided on Spanish dishes. The Vargas', Amanda and Maria all decided on pasta, pizza and various other Italian foods, while the Hondas wanted Japanese and Chinese cuisine. That left the Beilschmidts having a hard time deciding what they wanted.
"I want wurst," Ludwig finally decided.
"Questo è tutto ciòche si mangia, fratello," Klara mumbled under her breath.
"Che cosaè stato?" Ludwig asked, catching his little sister mumbling something.
"Oh, niente, niente, caro fratello," Klara lied. She really hoped Ludwig wouldn't know that she made fun of his diet.
Ludwig just shrugged it off and ordered a soda to drink. Klara sighed in relief and ordered something to drink as well.
Claus and Elise each ordered schnitzel, while Gilbert had a difficult time deciding.
"What's going on, dear?" Elise asked her youngest child. "See anything you like?"
"I dunno," Gilbert said and shrugged. "What's venison?" He pointed to the word "Venison" on the menu.
"Deer," Elise replied.
"What?" asked Gilbert.
"Deer," said Elise.
"What?" Gilbert asked again.
"Deer. D-E-E-R," said Elise.
"What? W-H-A-T?" Gilbert asked.
"What's wrong with him?" Eduard whispered to Claus.
"Gilbo, it's…it's like the deer in the forest. Like…like Bambi," Claus explained to his son.
"Oh, cool! Let's eat Bambi," said Gilbert.
"Coming soon to Italian and German cinemas," Giuseppe muttered to Claus.
So Gilbert ordered the venison.
After the dinner was over, everyone went home. The Beilschmidt family got ready for bed. Unfortunately, for Ludwig and Klara, they both still shared a room with Gilbert, whose dinner wasn't agreeing with him, so they had to endure some pretty unpleasant smells.
Faaaaaarrrrrrt.
Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrtttttttttttttt.
"Ah," Gilbert said both times he farted.
"Ugh!" said Klara.
"Gross!" Ludwig yelled. He and Klara covered their noses with their pajamas.
"Lui, do something, now," said Klara. "I'm about to throw up from the smell!"
"Okay," said Ludwig. He marched over to Gilbert's bed.
"Gilbo, what's going on?" Ludwig asked wearily. He thought he would pass out due to not being able to breathe.
"I don't think I should've had that venison," said Gilbert. "Wait…" Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttt tttttttttttttttttttttttttttt ttttttttttttttttt! "Ah, that's better. But…I was saving it for Anton Krum's stupid face."
"Okay," Ludwig said with a sigh. "Buona notte, fratellino." He then took Gilbert's bed sheet and put it over his little brother, making Gilbert stay under the covers with his stinky farts!
"Let me out, Lui! West, come on!" Gilbert yelled. "I can't breathe."
Ludwig let Gilbert out from underneath the cover. "Okay, you're out. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, bro," Gilbert replied. He farted again, much to Ludwig and Klara's dismay. "Aaaaahhhhhh." The boy went to sleep with a big smile on his face.
'Just one more year of school after this one, and I'll be able to go off to university…and I won't have to deal with Gilbert and his stinky farts for awhile,' Ludwig thought to try and assure himself.
Gonzy and Mischa climbed into the Beilschmidt siblings' bedroom window, intent on snatching Gilbert. They both covered their mouths and noses when they smelled Gilbert's farts; the child was farting in his sleep now.
"Ugh! What is that God-awful smell?" Mischa asked.
"It's the kid!" Gonzy whispered, coughing for breath. "Come on, let's just get out of here!" He ran towards the window.
"But, what about Holland? He'll be pissed," Mischa said as she followed Gonzy to the window. "Oh, God, I think I'm gonna be sick!"
"Fuck Holland and his pimp clothes!" said Gonzy. "We'll die if we have to carry that kid all the way back to HQ. Let's go!" He and Mischa jumped out the window, not at all caring that Holland wouldn't be pleased.
Author's Note: Merci- Thank you (French)
Je suis désolé, Maman- I'm sorry, Mom (French)
Questo è tutto ciòche si mangia, fratello- That's all you eat, brother (Italian)
Che cosaè stato?- What was that? (Italian)
Oh, niente, niente, caro fratello- Oh…nothing, nothing, brother dear (Italian)
Buona notte, fratellino- Goodnight, little brother (Italian)
P.S.: The reason I had Ludwig and Klara speaking Italian in this chapter is because they had been living in Italy for almost eleven years now, so it's only natural that they'd pick up the language over time, especially since they were seven and five years old when they left Germany with their family.