Dear my beloved readers...IM'A SOOO SORRY! LOS SIENTOS, ET JE SUIS DESOLE! So many things have interefered with my fanfiction writing, ya'll won't believe..ok maybe you can but regardless, I didn't expect it would take so long just to UPDATE! But not to worry, I have not deserted this beloved story of mine, just that well, I'll give you a little detail of what went down in the last few months.

First things first, during the summer I was doing a French class online, and I only wanted to finish it BEFORE the vacation ended but my ma insisted that I complete the class while I went to school. Reason why I took it was because I had to so that I can graduate and it became a requirement very recently.

Then, a tragic event happened. MY COMPUTER BROKE! well actually, the screen was cracked so I had to wait until sometime in September for my screen to get replaced. In the mean time, I was sharing my sister's computer and my niece also hogs it so all my word docs were unavailable, unless I had to go on so remember where I left off with my stories.

At the same time, I was busy with adjusting to the 10th grade, since we went from a 4x4 block shedule to a 7 bell schedule and handling projects with AP and Honors classes, also with preparing for PSAT's, and getting my work done on-time was a bit over whelming. Then my relatives from France decided to hang around by my house for 3 weeks, which resulted in me gettting kicked out my room on my B-day xD Lol but was fun for we all went out and did things. (Instead of a house if 5, it became a house of 8 for awhile).

So as an apology, I've been preparing this chapter that I call snippet because, well, It's basically a snippet of some events that happened After Monika came into contact with Gilbert. The first quater is soon ending and a short break will be coming soon, so I'll most likely start typing up the 5th chapter to this story.

without further explainations, ENJOY!

Chapter 4- Snippet

Chiara and Feli left the house promptly after the reunion of the German siblings. As much as Chiara hated to admit it, she knew she was very stern on the German girl for absolutely no reason, hence why Chiara felt like a fool when she began to curse her out in the middle of town square, near the train station. Plus, Antonio ditching them to fend for an expensive ride into the city wasn't helping either.

The older Italian sibling casually peeked at her younger brother to see him a bit…down? Hmm…that's odd.

"Feli?" she muttered softly, although his ears perked at the low whisper of his name. Taking his gaze away from the on-going late traffic of Hungary, his eyes trailed back to his sister, whom patted a seat next to herself on the bench, waiting in the bus area. Feli skipped back before hesitating to leave his comfy spot, a view over-looking the city landscape they were heading near.

"Si?"

Chiara was a bit taken aback by the tone of his voice, but nevertheless, she shook it off like nothing and tried making small conversation with her little brother.

"So… how are you lately?" the question itself seemed stupid, but she knew he was going to answer her anyway.

"I've been better, but are you alright? You never ask me how I feel or anything…are you sick?" Chiara rolled her hazel green eyes, "Of course I'm fine, when am I not?" the look on her little brother's face made her giggle. Feliciano shook his hand, stretched and yawned, just remembering that he didn't take his afternoon siesta like he's suppose to.

"You know something…I actually do feel somewhat…funny?" He sat back down next to his sister, but landed his head on her lap so that he can look up at her crazy expression, while lying down on the bench.

Chiara messed around with his sloppy mop of light copper brown hair, letting her fingers comb through the silky strands, occasionally twisting the stands. Feli liked these times when he and his sister actually bonded, instead of yelling at each other half the time.

"Oh?"

Feli's cheeks burned a bright pink, an unusual colour, Chiara would add. She stopped fingering through his hair and rested it on his small chest, feeling the beat of his heart pump erratically. Is he sick?

"Feliciano, Cosa c'è di sbagliato? (What's wrong?)" Ever since they moved into the city, It became rare that they would speak thier native tongue, but in the light of the situation, she needed to get something across into this thick skull, and the way towards that would be in Italian.

"Non c'è niente di sbagliato. Che cosa succede se ti ho detto che mi piaceva qualcuno? (Nothing's wrong. What if i told you I liked someone?)" Feli countered, averting his eyes somewhere other than her face. Chiara shook her head, something is diffenitly wrong...but wait, didn't he just say that he liked someone?

All the commotion outside wasn't doing anything the help aid Monika's dull stomach ache. Elizabetha had to tend to her all night, giving her some alka seltzer and water to bring out the gas, but it only resulted in her vomiting all over the newly bought sheets. Gilbert didn't leave either, spending all night running in and out the room with a bowl of soup and brewed tea to calm her down. Antonio left long ago, saying that he was needed else where, when all the drama was getting too intense for him.

Monika turned on her side, facing Elizabetha, whom played on her phone to stall her from the boredom she was feeling. All night she stayed by herside, but Gilbert had to go eventually because he had to work part-time the next day.

When Elizabetha gotten up to stretch, her eyes wandered over to the bed, noticing the red rimmed, turqouise orbs staring back at her. "Oh, You're up! I thought you would be sleeping by now."

Monika shrugged on her side, then pulled the covers down to sit up, letting another burp pass her lips. Her long golden hair appeared all frazzeled and felt oily, almost resembling the state of a barbie doll after not combing the nylon strands for a few months. On the other hand, she did feel a lot better, but a bit light headed after getting out of bed, until she forgotten that she wasn't wearing any proper clothing.

Elizabetha giggled at the teen after seeing her in nothing but her panties. Monika shyed away into her bed, wrapping the newly changed sheets around her body like a cocoon.

"We're all girls here, you don't have to be shy."

"I Know..."

"Then c'mon out, I'll get you into the bathroom so you can shower up and change...and comb that outrageous hair. I need to go out the house for a couple things."

Monika hesitated, but eventually, she slid out her bed and darted into the bathroom with Elizabetha on her tail. Monika was thouroughly surprised when she came in the bathroom with her.

"what are you doing?" The hungarian reached below the sink to fetch shampoo and conditioner, a spare small toothed comb, a towellet, and a pair of scissors...

"When you are done showering, meet me outside in the patio. You are in a dire need of a hair cut." She handed her the Coconut and Almond scented shampoo called Beaute. Monika sighed, looking at herself in the mirror. She looked ghostly pale and her eyes adorned premature luggage for someone her age.

So Monika done what she was told, spending no more than ten minutes in the shower, along with washing her tangled golden strands. When she stepped onto the cold tile floors of the bathroom, she patted her body dry, then finnally realized she had no cloths in the bathroom with her.

"uhh..." Monika turned around, peering into the hallway as the cool wind blew from outside in the apartment, giving her goose bumps.

"Elizabetha?" no one answered. Taking a chance, Monika stepped out the bathroom with the yellow towel wrapped around her shoulders with water dripping down her pale toned legs and scampered down the hall to find her outside, drying the bed comforters on the laundry line.

The young woman looked around to find her little friend watching her do laundry, "Oh, You're ready? Where's your cloths?" Monika shrugged, she didn't bring any extra, nice, cloths with her since she was in a rush to get out of Germany, maybe she should have packed better. But even so, she still didn't have any piece of cloths that didn't have a torn spot, missing buttons, patches, or stains.

Elizabetha didn't hesistate in rushing back into the apartment with Monika on her tail, dragging the poor girl into her walk in closet she and Gilbert shared. Monika had to admit, the hungarian had a scandalous taste in clothing.

Elizabetha held up an old pair of cotton underwear that might fit the girls bottom, but as for the top...

"Monika, what size are you?" Suddenly a bright pink blush dusted arcoss her cheeks, "I'm...uh,well..."

"Spit it out woman!"

"Ok, I dont know!"

"what do you mean you don't know?" Elizabetha raised her brow, but nodded in understanding. Hoping that she picked out the right bra, she handed it over to Monika, whom took it thankfully, along with a couple pairs of acid washed jeans and an old shirt with a 72 logo on the back.

"Here, you can keep these in the mean time. After I cut your hair, maybe we'll do a bit of shopping later, no?" Monika smiled geniunley at the thought of shopping. Shopping was never something Monika did, not even when she was invited by Lilli, but then again, there is a first time for everything and for some reason Monika felt a whisp of excitment when Elizabetha mentioned about her hair cut. Although, how short is she going to cut it?

At work, Gilbert couldn't wait until he could clock out so that he can spend more quality time with his sister. In reality, he is the manager of the establisment, but that didn't mean that he should just leave whenever he feels like it. Hell, unlike the rest of the employees, he actually cares about people, so to role model for people, his work ethic remains as high as it always been. Besides, the extra pay doesn't hurt his pay check, now does it?

While busy filing away his paper work, an unexpected visitor decided to flaunt her way into his office cubical, primping her short blond wavy hair and making sure that her grey pencil skirt was short enough that it barely covered her rump. Gilbert automatically knew who it was, as she was the only person in the whole building that would practically bathe herself in cheap, store-bought perfume. He took a deep breathe, preparing himself for the womans badgering.

"Ohh, Gilbert~" she seductivley moaned loudly, closing the glass door behind her. Gilbert turned to glare at the woman, "What do you want Marya?" the sound of her name spoken from his tongue made him want to vomit all over said person.

Marya giggled, "Oh, you know what I want Gilbert. Little Marya wants something sweet...something good to eat." Her corny rubbish made him roll his red eyes, "If you want some sweets, why don't you try going to the candy shop down the street, they have planty of goodies for you to choose from."

Mayra pouted, stutting over to Gilberts desk then leaned over his desk, making her clevlage pop out more drastically. Gilbert continued to ignore her, hoping that by him occupying himself with work should evoke her to go away. Unforntunately, not everything goes as planned, darn the bad luck.

Walking behind him, she bent over crossing her arms around his shoulders, feeling the muscular terrain of his chest and back. Seeing as she recieved little to no reaction, Marya went on to plan B, seeing if she could make him pay alittle more attention to him by giving his tense shoulders a massage. When her manicured finger nails slipped under the cotton fabric of his red dress shirt, Gilbert finally gave into her, slamming his manila folder on his desk. "What the Hell do you want?"

That was not the reaction she wanted, "Gilbert, I only wanted to spend some time with you!"

"Well I don't want you near me, I'm working Marya, or are you too selfish to understand that? I am 19 years old, married, and trying to get my life back in order so that I can provide for my wife and I, I can't afford the time to be fooling around with the likes of you, and for the record, we broke up over a year ago, find someone else!"

With a huff, Gilbert slamed his filing cabnet shut, the force shaking not only the bird bobble head on his desk, but also his co-employee, whom stood at attention with tears brimming in her eyes from being yelled at.

"WELL FINE! YOU...YOU...ARGHH!" Without a comeback, Marya stomped out his office, and hopefully, out of his life.

Checking the time, it was 3 o'clock. "Hmm, just in time." With a trademark smirk, Gilbert stepped out his office with a bundle of manila folders wrapped in rubber bands and tacked together with binder clips, his breifcase, and his work jacket slung over his shoulders.