Porco. G / Pieck. F Modern AU

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Pieck's P.O.V

I don't know what it was about Porco that made him so interesting. From a bystander's point of view, he was as simple as it could get. I couldn't lie, he was attractive. He was tall, muscular, and had a nice sense of style, but what I liked most about him was his personality. He didn't seem to care about what other people thought of him.

He also didn't seem t be like those annoying guys who are misogynistic, racist, and homophobic. He had a caring persona inside his calm and strong front. He was nice enough to help me with those heavy boxes even though he just met me.

I honestly felt embarrassed for only giving him a simple salad for all the hard work I made him do yesterday, but I, myself didn't have enough energy to prepare something fancy on spot.

It only has been a few days, and I already started noticing things about this new college I attend now.

I realized people of this new university are very judgemental, though not as judgemental as people from my previous college. In fact, here the people seemed at least friendly, there, it's more about survival than anything else.

*Flashback*

My dad was ethnically Eldian and my mom was ethnically Marleyan. This made me a mixed child, but it looked like my father's genes. I was born in Eldia, a nation bordering the nation of Marley. Eldia was a slightly poorer country than Marley, but honestly, the best moments I ever had were in Eldia.

My dad has always been a poor man, poor when he met my mom and poor present-day. That doesn't symbolize his worth tho. My dad was and is extremely hard-working and a loving dad. He was a great cook, unlike me, and would always make me traditional Eldian cuisine, which I adored.

My dad was living a happy and peaceful life in Eldia. He would've never thought about moving to a different nation as he was really content with his life there. He had his family, traditions, and everything he was used to there.

Maybe he wasn't the richest person on earth, but he was content. He always told me that I shouldn't worry about money that much as it doesn't define my worth, but to some people, it does.

That was until he met my mom. My mom is a Marleyan, born and raised in Marley. Her parents really didn't care about nations outside of Marley, so when she visited Eldia for the first time, she was shocked.

My dad would always talk about how she would complain about the cultural differences but he brushed it off saying it was because she wasn't used to it.

On her trip to Eldia, she met my dad. My dad had multiple jobs and one of them was a tour guide. In one of the tours she signed up for, he was assigned to her group. He claimed it was love at first sight, even though I don't believe in that bullshit.

They both fell in love with each other and she would constantly come back to him and follow him as his job. I found her behavior weird, but to my dad, it appears not.

Like every love story, they fell in love and all that. After a while, my mom went back to her homeland but soon returned to be with my dad. At her second stay, he proposed, to which she gladly agreed.

They got married on a beach with as few people as possible. Close family and family friends were the only people invited. He said it was one of the best moments in his life and what he would give up to go back to that time.

Not even a month later, my mom had already been diagnosed pregnant with me. She always would bring up how much of a struggle it was during her pregnancy and when I was born in August, she was relieved. Relieved, not happy.