Ok, so this chapter is written by me :3 also, I use some Italian and some French in this chapter, the translations will be at the end of the chapter if you care enough to look (^.^) and I hope you all enjoy it!
Feliciano smiled as he skipped around the guild, his curl bouncing with every step he took. This place is so big! He thought to himself, wondering about all the places there were to explore in such a big place. I can't wait to show off my magic, and my mark, and get to say: 'yeah, you heard me right—I'm in Fairy Tail.' Feliciano thought, as he was suddenly pulled back into reality by contact with someone in the guild.
"Oh—I'm sorry! I didn't see you there," he said, blushing a bit too much in front of the tall ginger.
"Hm?" The woman asked, as if due to their size difference; she couldn't even feel him bump into her. "Oh—it's alright." She responded, realizing what he had been apologizing for.
The small Italian stared at her blankly—for perhaps a bit too long, but how could he blame himself? For starters, she was a fellow ginger. He couldn't help but to giggle a bit from his own thought. And she's super cool, and—she's davvero carina! He looked up at the tall girl, wanting to sound tough and manly but when speaking, his voice sounded high pitched and weak, "My names Feli."
The woman looked down at the Italian, thinking that most girls would feel uncomfortable with the small nerdy boy whose voice just cracked a bit too high standing in front of them. Thinking most girls would feel that way, she didn't. "Nice to meet you Feliciano." She responded, keeping a casual face.
Feli was actually shaking a bit now. She talked to me. Feliciano thought to himself. She didn't think I was weird? Even with that awkward voice I just made? He thought, questioning what his next move should be. "I—uh—we should—bye!" He said, as he darted across the guild towards Francis simply to get away for the embarrassing situation he had gotten himself into.
"Oi?" Francis asked, as Feli bumped into him.
"Oh—sorry." Feliciano said, his face slowly coming back to its normal color form the immense blushing. "I'm just going to—uh—eat." Feli said, pointing to the bar.
"Well," Francis said, looking away from the direction Feliciano was walking in, and ignoring his obvious sadness, looked back at Arthur "Feli seems fine" Francis said, turning to Arthur, "now—my point is this: you can't cook for shit." He said, smiling, "But don't worry mon cher! I'll show you!" He said as he pulled out a sketch pad and drew a delightful looking dessert on it, having it come to life and fall into his hand "viola!"
"That's not bloody cooking, that's a crappy drawing turned into fake food!" Arthur yelled, pointing his finger at Francis.
Feliciano sat at the bar, barely fiddling with the apple juice that had been given to him by a surprised worker.
"What's got on your mind?" A white haired girl asked, cleaning the counter-top. She was incredibly beautiful—Feli couldn't deny that.
"Hm? Oh—it's nothing." Feli said, looking back down at his cup.
"Well there's got to be something." The woman said sweetly "why the long face?"
Feliciano smiled at the girl—for some odd reason she made him comfortable with her, so he spilled "I just kind of messed up a little—you see—I saw this cute girl, but when I tried to talk to her,
I got all nervous—and I bet now she thinks I'm some weak little kid." Feli said, looking to the pretty woman.
"Aren't you?" she asked, wiping the couldn't help but chuckle at the remark. He was—and he couldn't deny it—but it not like he wanted this girl to know. "Yeah, but I just—she seems like she likes tough guys." He admitted, slouching.
"She does." The woman said, putting up the rag she cleaned the counter with, "and hernames' Erza."
translations:
davvero carina = very pretty
Mon cher = my dear