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IX - Around the World
I started to perspire, were we caught?
The man looked at me for a second. "Did you ever date a girl named Penelope Richman? Cause she is my sister, and you look like the guy that broke her heart!" He got a defensive expression.
I felt at ease for a moment, this wasn't the absolute worst thing that could happen. I caught my breath before answering. "You must be confusing me with someone else," I wrapped my arm around Kitty. "Angie here has been my first and only true love."
He eyed me suspiciously, "So you never dated my sister?" I shook my head in response. "Okay," he replied, "Sorry about the misunderstanding, its just that some guy dated her a while back, then broke up with her. I've wanted to catch up with that guy for a long time now. Anyway, you checked out fine. You two can go on through. Next!"
I let out a sigh of relief. And we walked on through. Kitty cleared her throat, and I looked at her, "What?"
"Penelope Richman, huh?" She smiled. "Should I be expecting some vengeful brother of say 'Heidi Guttenburg' to stop us at the Germany airport?"
I rolled my eyes and looked at her, "Kitty."
"Oh, and wait, we have to switch planes in Italy, is there one there too?"
"Kitty."
"Tell me Pietro have you dated a girl in every continent yet?" She smiled.
She knew how much she was annoying me. I sure hope she didn't plan on doing this the whole plane trip.
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We boarded the plane rather quickly. But after seeing the seating arrangement, my good mood quickly changed.
"I still think we should have taken first class." I complained as we waited to actually walk into the plane.
"Wasn't it you who said we should be as inconspicuous as possible?" She retorted, crossing her arms and starring me in the eye.
"I didn't mean that we had to stoop to second class seating arrangements. I merely thought that..." She didn't wait for me to finish.
"Ethan Adrian Hart, if you don't stop complaining, I will make this the most miserable honeymoon you have ever been on!" She looked serious.
My frown turned into a smile, "And if I'm a good boy?"
She kept her arms folded and tried to look mad, but she couldn't keep it up. She dropped her arms and giggled.
"Ethan! You know what I mean." Kitty just shook her head.
We got onto to the plane and I put our luggage bags above row 7. "Ki..Angie, dear," I blushed, almost calling her by the wrong name, "I'll be right back." She gave me a look that said 'And you told me not to mess up the names?' Then nodded her head. I turned to go use the bathroom.
Kitty sat there for a moment, starring out the window.
"Excuse, Madame, but is this row 7?" He was a tall man with a French accent, but he looked Italian. He had curly black hair, and dark eyes.
"Yes it is." Kitty replied with a polite smile. It didn't at all reveal what she was thinking inside, 'Wow, this is one gorgeous European!'
He grinned, "Then 7 must be my lucky number." He put his bag above and sat down on the end seat, Kitty sat in the middle, which left Pietro the window seat.
"So tell me, where are you off to...I am so sorry, I almost forgot to introduce myself, my name is Angelo DiNiro, and you are?"
"Ki.Angelina Hart." Wups, I'm glad Pietro isn't here for that one. I offered him my hand, you know to shake hands, but instead he kissed it. O.k.. "And, I'm going to visit Germany." I said, taking back my hand.
"Ah Germany," he seemed pleasantly surprised, "I myself have been there a couple times. Beautiful place. If you need a recommendation of any nice sights, I'd be more than happy to tell you some." He smiled.
Wow, he had a beautiful smile, and he looked like a model. I wonder if that's why he was in New York, modeling work, hmmm..
"I can see you have a lot on you mind, maybe I should."
Wups, I forgot he had asked a question. "Oh no, sorry. I do have a lot on my mind, but that's fine, I have the whole trip to think about other things...Anyway, that would be great if you could recommend a nice hotel in Konstanz."
"Ah, you are going to Konstanz? That is very close to the Black Forest, no?" He raised his eyebrow.
"Yes, I think, I've never been there before." I smiled, and let out sigh. I now had my elbow rested on the armrest, and my hand on my chin, I looked like a gauging schoolgirl.
"Oh it is beautiful there. Konstanz is very close to the French border, near where I grew up in Belfort. There is a lovely hotel there that I can recommend, I just have to find you the number." He pulled out a planner and started flipping through pages, it looked well used.
"So you are French, but you have an Italian last name?" I asked, wanting to think of more to talk about, he had a great accent to listen to.
"You are very observant. Actually my mother is French, my father Italian. But I grew up in France. French is my first language. Ah here you go." He jotted down the name and number of the hotel on a piece of paper.
Just as he was handing it to me Pietro walked up, with a must shocked and appalled expression.
"Darling," He sounded rather annoyed, "I'm gone for one moment, and you are already getting numbers." He walked through our row and sat down.
"Hi, I'm Ethan Hart, Angie's husband." He shook his hand firmly.
"Angelo DiNiro, nice to make your acquaintance." He shook hands back, just as firmly.
"Angelo here was just recommending a hotel for us in Konstanz." I smiled at Pietro, he still had eyes locked with Angelo. He certainly knew how to play the role of a jealous husband well.
Angelo was the first to break the stare. "Well, it was nice to meet both of you, but this is a business trip for me, and I have work to. I hope that you are able to use that hotel."
"Thank you Angelo." I smiled and nodded.
"Oh yes, and one more thing," I turned back and looked at him, "If I was you Madame, I would stay clear of the Black Forest, there are many rumors of strange creatures that live within it. Just a tip."
I thanked him again, then he turned and put on his headphones and began to work on his laptop.
"Madame, stay clear of the Black Forest, there are strange creatures there, na na na na na, a tip for you, na na na." Pietro mumbled out of earshot of Angelo.
"Oh that's real mature!" I said and rolled my eyes at him.
"You know another mature thing?" Pietro got his cocky sarcastic attitude, "Flirting with some stranger while your husband is gone for a moment, 'oh thank you An-ge-lo!" He continued to mimic me for a few more seconds.
"Well, well, are you jealous?" I asked with mock sincerity. That shut him up.
The rest of the trip Pietro and I talked and slept. It actually was pretty fun. The hours went by quickly. It seemed as if on a few minutes had past. The next thing I knew, we were there.
We arrived at the hotel mid-morning. It was a very nice hotel, similar to our last one in cost and excellence. We checked in, and Pietro waited in the lobby while I went to go ask about breakfast.
(Pietro's POV)
Kitty went to ask about breakfast and left me in the lobby. It was fancy, not to mention it smelled great. I kept smelling this familiar perfume. That's when I realized there were to women sitting behind me, unfortunately.
"Pietro?" Asked a woman with a Spanish accent.
Oh no, I knew that voice. I turned around, "Marissa?" There was no point in pretending to be someone else with her, she knew me very well. We were old friends. Friends that dated.
"How funny seeing you here. Why what are you doing in Germany?" Marissa smiled as she got up.
"Oh, just visiting." There, I gave a short simple answer, hopefully she wouldn't stay to long. That woman was something else!
She walked up to me slowly. She wore a slim red dress, that was extremely flattering, and her long wavy black hair hung over her shoulders.
"What a coincidence. My friend and I are traveling through Europe. I couldn't be more happy seeing you here." She stood in front of me and leaned in close. "Perhaps we could catch up on lost time." She placed her hand on my cheek.
I was frozen stiff. I didn't know what to do. Kitty, Marissa, no wait, no choice, I was here with Kitty. Marissa was literally a dangerous women, she was kind of the daughter of the head of the Spanish mob, and I had trouble with that before, no way was I going to have it again.
I opened my mouth to say something, then I heard her.
"And just how much lost time would that be?" Kitty stood behind her with her hands on her hips.
Marissa, caught off guard moved her hand away and turned to face Kitty. "And who is this?" She asked with a slight attitude, her smile never leaving.
Kitty walked up and took my arm. "My name is Angie, I'm his wife, and you are?"
"Oh, an old friend." Marissa smiled then backed away. "I must say I am shocked you are married."
"Ya, life's just full of surprises." I said a little nervously.
"Yes. Well I have to be going now, but it was good to see you Pietro, and nice meeting you." She nodded at Kitty, then turned to walk away. "Oh yes, and congratulations on the marriage, I hope it lasts."
I blushed as Kitty gave me a demanding look. "Yup, a girl in every country."
IX - Around the World
I started to perspire, were we caught?
The man looked at me for a second. "Did you ever date a girl named Penelope Richman? Cause she is my sister, and you look like the guy that broke her heart!" He got a defensive expression.
I felt at ease for a moment, this wasn't the absolute worst thing that could happen. I caught my breath before answering. "You must be confusing me with someone else," I wrapped my arm around Kitty. "Angie here has been my first and only true love."
He eyed me suspiciously, "So you never dated my sister?" I shook my head in response. "Okay," he replied, "Sorry about the misunderstanding, its just that some guy dated her a while back, then broke up with her. I've wanted to catch up with that guy for a long time now. Anyway, you checked out fine. You two can go on through. Next!"
I let out a sigh of relief. And we walked on through. Kitty cleared her throat, and I looked at her, "What?"
"Penelope Richman, huh?" She smiled. "Should I be expecting some vengeful brother of say 'Heidi Guttenburg' to stop us at the Germany airport?"
I rolled my eyes and looked at her, "Kitty."
"Oh, and wait, we have to switch planes in Italy, is there one there too?"
"Kitty."
"Tell me Pietro have you dated a girl in every continent yet?" She smiled.
She knew how much she was annoying me. I sure hope she didn't plan on doing this the whole plane trip.
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We boarded the plane rather quickly. But after seeing the seating arrangement, my good mood quickly changed.
"I still think we should have taken first class." I complained as we waited to actually walk into the plane.
"Wasn't it you who said we should be as inconspicuous as possible?" She retorted, crossing her arms and starring me in the eye.
"I didn't mean that we had to stoop to second class seating arrangements. I merely thought that..." She didn't wait for me to finish.
"Ethan Adrian Hart, if you don't stop complaining, I will make this the most miserable honeymoon you have ever been on!" She looked serious.
My frown turned into a smile, "And if I'm a good boy?"
She kept her arms folded and tried to look mad, but she couldn't keep it up. She dropped her arms and giggled.
"Ethan! You know what I mean." Kitty just shook her head.
We got onto to the plane and I put our luggage bags above row 7. "Ki..Angie, dear," I blushed, almost calling her by the wrong name, "I'll be right back." She gave me a look that said 'And you told me not to mess up the names?' Then nodded her head. I turned to go use the bathroom.
Kitty sat there for a moment, starring out the window.
"Excuse, Madame, but is this row 7?" He was a tall man with a French accent, but he looked Italian. He had curly black hair, and dark eyes.
"Yes it is." Kitty replied with a polite smile. It didn't at all reveal what she was thinking inside, 'Wow, this is one gorgeous European!'
He grinned, "Then 7 must be my lucky number." He put his bag above and sat down on the end seat, Kitty sat in the middle, which left Pietro the window seat.
"So tell me, where are you off to...I am so sorry, I almost forgot to introduce myself, my name is Angelo DiNiro, and you are?"
"Ki.Angelina Hart." Wups, I'm glad Pietro isn't here for that one. I offered him my hand, you know to shake hands, but instead he kissed it. O.k.. "And, I'm going to visit Germany." I said, taking back my hand.
"Ah Germany," he seemed pleasantly surprised, "I myself have been there a couple times. Beautiful place. If you need a recommendation of any nice sights, I'd be more than happy to tell you some." He smiled.
Wow, he had a beautiful smile, and he looked like a model. I wonder if that's why he was in New York, modeling work, hmmm..
"I can see you have a lot on you mind, maybe I should."
Wups, I forgot he had asked a question. "Oh no, sorry. I do have a lot on my mind, but that's fine, I have the whole trip to think about other things...Anyway, that would be great if you could recommend a nice hotel in Konstanz."
"Ah, you are going to Konstanz? That is very close to the Black Forest, no?" He raised his eyebrow.
"Yes, I think, I've never been there before." I smiled, and let out sigh. I now had my elbow rested on the armrest, and my hand on my chin, I looked like a gauging schoolgirl.
"Oh it is beautiful there. Konstanz is very close to the French border, near where I grew up in Belfort. There is a lovely hotel there that I can recommend, I just have to find you the number." He pulled out a planner and started flipping through pages, it looked well used.
"So you are French, but you have an Italian last name?" I asked, wanting to think of more to talk about, he had a great accent to listen to.
"You are very observant. Actually my mother is French, my father Italian. But I grew up in France. French is my first language. Ah here you go." He jotted down the name and number of the hotel on a piece of paper.
Just as he was handing it to me Pietro walked up, with a must shocked and appalled expression.
"Darling," He sounded rather annoyed, "I'm gone for one moment, and you are already getting numbers." He walked through our row and sat down.
"Hi, I'm Ethan Hart, Angie's husband." He shook his hand firmly.
"Angelo DiNiro, nice to make your acquaintance." He shook hands back, just as firmly.
"Angelo here was just recommending a hotel for us in Konstanz." I smiled at Pietro, he still had eyes locked with Angelo. He certainly knew how to play the role of a jealous husband well.
Angelo was the first to break the stare. "Well, it was nice to meet both of you, but this is a business trip for me, and I have work to. I hope that you are able to use that hotel."
"Thank you Angelo." I smiled and nodded.
"Oh yes, and one more thing," I turned back and looked at him, "If I was you Madame, I would stay clear of the Black Forest, there are many rumors of strange creatures that live within it. Just a tip."
I thanked him again, then he turned and put on his headphones and began to work on his laptop.
"Madame, stay clear of the Black Forest, there are strange creatures there, na na na na na, a tip for you, na na na." Pietro mumbled out of earshot of Angelo.
"Oh that's real mature!" I said and rolled my eyes at him.
"You know another mature thing?" Pietro got his cocky sarcastic attitude, "Flirting with some stranger while your husband is gone for a moment, 'oh thank you An-ge-lo!" He continued to mimic me for a few more seconds.
"Well, well, are you jealous?" I asked with mock sincerity. That shut him up.
The rest of the trip Pietro and I talked and slept. It actually was pretty fun. The hours went by quickly. It seemed as if on a few minutes had past. The next thing I knew, we were there.
We arrived at the hotel mid-morning. It was a very nice hotel, similar to our last one in cost and excellence. We checked in, and Pietro waited in the lobby while I went to go ask about breakfast.
(Pietro's POV)
Kitty went to ask about breakfast and left me in the lobby. It was fancy, not to mention it smelled great. I kept smelling this familiar perfume. That's when I realized there were to women sitting behind me, unfortunately.
"Pietro?" Asked a woman with a Spanish accent.
Oh no, I knew that voice. I turned around, "Marissa?" There was no point in pretending to be someone else with her, she knew me very well. We were old friends. Friends that dated.
"How funny seeing you here. Why what are you doing in Germany?" Marissa smiled as she got up.
"Oh, just visiting." There, I gave a short simple answer, hopefully she wouldn't stay to long. That woman was something else!
She walked up to me slowly. She wore a slim red dress, that was extremely flattering, and her long wavy black hair hung over her shoulders.
"What a coincidence. My friend and I are traveling through Europe. I couldn't be more happy seeing you here." She stood in front of me and leaned in close. "Perhaps we could catch up on lost time." She placed her hand on my cheek.
I was frozen stiff. I didn't know what to do. Kitty, Marissa, no wait, no choice, I was here with Kitty. Marissa was literally a dangerous women, she was kind of the daughter of the head of the Spanish mob, and I had trouble with that before, no way was I going to have it again.
I opened my mouth to say something, then I heard her.
"And just how much lost time would that be?" Kitty stood behind her with her hands on her hips.
Marissa, caught off guard moved her hand away and turned to face Kitty. "And who is this?" She asked with a slight attitude, her smile never leaving.
Kitty walked up and took my arm. "My name is Angie, I'm his wife, and you are?"
"Oh, an old friend." Marissa smiled then backed away. "I must say I am shocked you are married."
"Ya, life's just full of surprises." I said a little nervously.
"Yes. Well I have to be going now, but it was good to see you Pietro, and nice meeting you." She nodded at Kitty, then turned to walk away. "Oh yes, and congratulations on the marriage, I hope it lasts."
I blushed as Kitty gave me a demanding look. "Yup, a girl in every country."