•~𝕎𝔸ℝ𝕄𝕋ℍ~• (𝓚𝔂𝓵𝓮 '𝓖𝓪𝔃' 𝓖𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝔁 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓝𝓮𝓾𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻)

•ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕚𝕩•

Y/n hummed to themselves lightly as they prepared a stand of food. It was marketing week. Meaning all types of British foods,spices, crops and even trinkets, were being handed out and sold to any tourists or anyone passing by.

It was always super fun, as Y/n enjoyed seeing new people from different countries. Of course not at this moment, as everyone around was still setting up including Y/n and Piero.

Not only was marketing week was another time to sell foods, it was also amazing with getting recognition from people, gaining more popularity.

"Papá, Do you think we'll see any interesting looking people today?" Y/n called out as they carried a carton of sweets, made by Y/n themself from this morning.

"We can only hope kiddo. There's gonna be a lot of competition though...look at those coffee beans...so fresh..." Piero sighed dramatically from an opposing stand.

"Don't be dramatic. You know we'll capture all the attention. Our foods and beverages are to die for."
Y/n laughed cockily.

"Ah- Hey. What have I said about showing good sportsmanship?" Piero rose a brow, crossing his arms.

"Right...Right...Competition should be about fun. Not winning." Y/n rolled their eyes, but a smile was evident on their face.

"That's right. And what did I teach you about being too overconfident?" Piero waited with a playful look.

"That it can blind you from what's really important.
I know Papá.....But~ That doesn't mean we CAN'T crush everybody else in the competition." Y/n grinned as they leaned on the stand, making Piero sigh a small 'oh boy'.

"You're such a trouble maker Mio Angelo. What am I gonna do with you?" Piero chuckled as he ruffled
Y/n's h/c hair, making them groan.

"Papá- seriously?? You know I hate that." Y/n pouted as they desperately tried to fix their now messy hair.

"Why do you think I do it?" Piero smirked cheekily, making Y/n stick their tongue out at him. Childish? Yes. Well deserved? Also yes.

"Crud!" Piero hissed as he was rummaging through the assorted goods, trying to search for something.

"What's the matter?" Y/n asked, looking around for whatever may be missing, even if they had no clue what it was.

"I forgotten the portable coffee and tea maker- We need that to make the drinks...I must have been so busy getting the parts for the stand that I must of left it behind..." Piero sighed, hitting his hand with his head in frustration.

"I can go get it Papá. Our place isn't far from here anyways." Y/n offered.

Piero looked down at their kid, conflicted. But he remembered how he promised to get off their back more, and he was gonna keep that promise. Besides. He needs to learn to trust them more to make their decisions.

"Fine. But be quick. It's almost time for the Marketing to start- and it gets busy." Piero pointed a finger with a warning look, before tossing Y/n the keys to the shop. Which Y/n caught with ease.

"I'll be back before you can even say Supercalifragilisticexpialidoscious!" Y/n yelled as they rushed past people, startling them out of their wits.

"Sorry! My kid- They're a bit eccentric!" Piero apologized to the glaring passers, a nervous smile on his lips as he turned back around with a sigh.

"Oh Mari, my dove,...what am I going to do with that kid of ours..." Piero shook his head as he looked up the sky with a small, somber, smile.
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"SORRY! CUTTING THROUGH!" Y/n called out as they ran and ran. The oxygen in their lungs becoming absolutely nonexistent, like a deflated balloon.

Skidding around the corner, Y/n slid a bit, but caught themself as they booked over to their shop, and home.