A/N: Hey guiseeee! I just wanted to say something first, I already have another three or four chapters ready, I'll post these chapter and after I'm done with them I'll write longer chapters. This is a gift for my PIC-BUDDY Priincess Starlight! She asked for longer chapters, so I'll give her longer chapters! Check out her story 'iLeft for love' it's on my favorite list, it is really good! Okay, now I'll let you find out where they went.

Oh... before I go... did you guys saw the new video on Dan's youtube channel? Man I'm fangirling to death!

Freddie's POV

"Meat and Sauce Festival!" Sam screamed "that means… that… here… a lot… of meat… all kinds… of sauce…?" was all I could hear between her screams.

"Yep" I pointed at the entrance "so? Wanna go inside and eat your head off?" I offered her my arm.

She looked at me smirking for a while before throwing herself on me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her tight.

"You …" she kissed my nose "are…" she kissed my cheeks "so…" she kissed my forehead "oh-mazing…" she kissed my mouth "Benson"

"Thanks…" I kissed her nose "back…" I kissed her cheeks "at…" I kissed her forehead "you..." I kissed her mouth "Puckett"

She giggled a little bit before elbowing me. I grabbed her hand interlacing our fingers and dragged her inside.

"Come on… we only have three hours of meat and sauce before we have to go back home"

"Ah! Only three?" she whimpered.

"Yes Puckett, the festival can't last forever!" I looked at my watch "So you have until eight o'clock to taste all kinds of sauces from various countries and regions" we chuckled.

Inside the festival, I saw a vast number of stands, from many places around the world. Sam's eyes looked at each one of them fascinated. I was glad she was so fascinated, man, I know this girl like no one else in the world! The first stand we visited was from Italy. An old lady dressed in typical clothes was explaining a small crowd something about some sauce or whatever, and Sam seemed really interested on that topic. The old lady started to teach how to prepare "braciolas" with tomatoes sauce, from Puglia, and I never saw Sam pay attention to anything like that before. I was sure she was taking mental notes while the woman spoke. She was preparing the food in front of us and explaining the process. I know nothing about food, so I kept staring at Sam. We were holding hands, something we couldn't do much in public, and that was enough for me to put up with the gourmet class.

Fifteen minutes later, the old lady replaced the ingredients with a warm plate of Braciolas and offered to the crowd. Each person took a bite, but I knew that small amount wasn't enough for Sam, so I gave her my share; she smiled, shoved the meat inside her mouth, and kissed my cheek while chewing. The old lady was selling many things, and one of the items was a handbook about Italian food.

"Hey?" I squeezed Sam's hand.

"What?" she turned to look at me.

"Do you want?" I pointed at the book "a little souvenir"

"Sure… why not?" she put her hand inside her pocket.

"Watcha doing?" I asked.

"Buying the book" she pointed at the book.

"As if…" I let go of her hand, grabbed my wallet, took the book and paid "here" I handed to her in a little plastic bag with the Italian flag.

"Freddie… you don't have to" there she goes again… same thing on our first date.

"Sam… please don't do what you did on our first date" I begged her.

"What?" she shook her head confuse.

"This… let me pay for the stuff okay? Like you did before?" I interlaced our fingers again.

"Fine Benson" she gave me a quick kiss "if you want so much you can pay for everything"

I chuckled… oh this girl… "Fine with me Puckett"

Sam's POV

That dork… I can't believe I hated him two years ago… he was so… so… oh-mazing! I dragged him with me everywhere. We tasted various types of meat and sauce, poor Freddie didn't enjoy the pepper sauce. We bought a soda and sat down for a while. His face was red because of the pepper and his cheeks were flushed, but he looked so cute. I rubbed the back of his neck.

"Want some ice Freddiebear?" I talked like Mrs. Benson.

"Thanks. A. lot!" he choked.

"Sorry" I tapped his back.

"I'm fine" he cleaned the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Hey… I know what might help… wait here" I stood up.

"Hey wait... Sam… where you going?" he tried to grab my arm but I was already gone.

A few feet away from Freddie, I spotted a stand selling ice cream, MEAT, ice cream. I looked around a little bit until I found the flavor I wanted.

"Okay… I'll take one bacon flavored ice cream and… a steak flavored… that's it" I took a few bucks from my front pocket and handed to the man before me "thanks" I grabbed both ice creams and went back to my dork.

"Hey dork"

"Hey"

"Here… cool off Benson" I gave Freddie the steak flavored ice cream.

"Thanks Puckett" he put some on his mouth and moaned, I felt Goosebumps.

"No biggie"

We ate our ice creams and went off to explore the rest of the festival. We went to the French stand, see... I always liked France, maybe one day I'll finally get to see the Eiffel Tower. And I'll take this dork with me.

"France" I said with a French accent.

"Wow Puckett… that was sexy" Freddie squeezed my hand.

"Well… I'm sexy" I joked.

"Indeed Puckett… indeed" he raised his eyebrows suggestively.

I chuckled and pushed a couple of people out of my way so mama and the dork could get a better look at all that frenchness.

"Oh Freddie… food!" I pointed at the casseroles.

"Okay… let's eat something…" he took his wallet from his pocket "okay… what do you want?"

"Mmm… I guess I'll have… the boeuf bourguinon" mmmm…!

"Okay… make it two" he told the vender.

Behind the stand had a little tent, inside was filled with small white tables, Christmas lights and surrounded by flowers. Everything felt so French and romantic… okay… French is okay; romantic is ew… but whatever. The French decor made me feel like I was there, close to the Eiffel Tower.

"You know… someday I wanna go to France" I told Freddie.

We sat on the table with our plates and he grabbed my hand.

"Maybe one day we will" he kissed my hand than let go of me so we could eat.

It was already six o' clock and we only had two more hours in paradise. We ate our French meat and talked about random subjects. We talked about iCarly, ourselves, life, school and our crazy mothers. And we laughed a lot. I don't remember laughing this much in my life. After France, we went to Japan, I loved how we could meet different countries in one day. Freddie frowned at the raw meat.

"I'm not eating that" he whispered into my ear.

"Oh come on Fredward! Its just sushi!" can't be that bad… right?

"Nope" I shook his head.

"Okay listen…" I didn't want to prove sushi, puke, and feel embarrassed, so I tiptoed and whispered into his ear "if you eat this damn thing with me I let you squeeze my boobs later. Deal?"

"Deal!" he eagerly said.

"Okay Benson… here we go!"

Freddie and I ate the sushi at the same time. It wasn't so bad… actually wasn't bad at all. Freddie enjoyed too, because he raised his eyebrow and smiled.

"This is not bad… not bad at all" he said.

"Told ya nub" I took another sushi into my mouth.

"Yeah… this is good… but later will be better" he smirked.

I gave him a little "what" look.

"You promised that... if I ate…"oh well… what to do… I promised didn't I?

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, pervert nerd" I chuckled.

"Come on" he grabbed my hand and dragged me to the next stand.

Visiting the Australian stand, we tried the "kangaroo" meat and it wasn't that bad… but not the best. Freddie bought me a little stuffed kangaroo holding a plate of kangaroo meat with mushroom sauce. I laughed my ass off.

"Okay… I'm going to name him… Little Freddie, just like his daddy!" I joked.

"Ha ha Puckett" Freddie wrapped his arm around my neck and kissed my temple "just keep him away from that cat"

"Hey Frothy only likes pigs and chickens okay?" I patted Little Freddie's head.

"I'm just trying to protect my son here. And instead of 'Little Freddie'… can we call him Freddie Jr.? sounds better" he put his arm around my shoulder and I wrapped mine around his hips.

"Okay daddy… Freddie Jr. it is, but don't think I'll let you name the next" I warned him.

"Okay ma'am!" he kissed my cheek and we went to the next stand.

Must you be so cute? Sometime I hate him for being so perfect. Honestly, no one ever treated me like this before, so it might take some time to get used to it. Maybe I'll never get used to it… maybe I will. Man love is confusing!