You Help Me, I Help You

Chapter 1

A/N: Hey there! So there are a couple of words that are in a different language although at the bottom of the page, I'll have the translations so that the revealed words dont ruin the story ;) Thanks!
~Amelia
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Feliciano, the manager of a local pizzeria, skipped down an empty sidewalk in the small residence he lived in. The reasturant had a shortage on tomatoes and it was his job to obtain more. His basket swung from his arm as he made his way to a familiar tomato field that his brother-in-law owned. "Ciao Toni!" Feli shouted, glomping his Spanish friend.
"Hola Feli," he replied, returning the hug.
"Here for some tomatoes, I see?" Toni assumed, glancing at the basket hung on the Italian's arm. Feliciano grinned and nodded, "Si!" He replied as Antonio walked over to his field and picked an armful of ripe tomatoes, returning and placing them in the Italians basket. "Grazie," Feli thanked Toni. "No problem Feliciano," the spainiard replied, ruffling his friend's hair weary of the curl. Feliciano waved as he started back towards the reasturant. "Ciao Toni!"
"Ciao Feliciano..."

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"Where is that idiots?!" Lovino barked at his workers, frantically sear hung for his missing brother. "U-uh, I'm not sure sir. He left to get tomatoes." One of the workers suffered back at his boss.
"Stupid fratello," Lovi cursed, his lips curling into a scowl.
"He better be back soon. We are out of tomatoes." The angered Italian scowled.

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Feliciano had decided to take different route, a more populated route. "I have all the time in the world," he mused out loud, smiling to himself as he gazed around at the people passing by. This country he lived in, Italy, was full of smiles. This just made the Italian more bubbly as he walked down the wide path, springing with ever step. "The only issue is people walking in different directions" Feli continued to muse out loud as he stopped to observe the people walking in different directions. "Someone could get h-" he was cut off as a powerful shoulder met with his, knocking him back on the ground, his basket landing next to him. He looked up to find a man peering over him, an apologetic yet emotionless expression on his face. "Sorry about that," the man apologized, stretching a hand out to help Feliciano up. Feli grabbed his basket - that had coincidently landed unaffected - and took the mans hand, standing up. "Grazie." He thanked the mysterious man.
"My name is Feliciano by the way," he finished, grinning cheerfully.
"Feliciano," the man repeated, the name rolling of his tongue.
"I'm Ludwig." He introduced, his expression more bored now. Ludwig's voice held a thick German accent and his appearance matched a stereotypical German man. His eyes the bluest Feli had seen; and his pale blonde hair slicked back. His- "Are you okay?" Ludwig interrupted Feliciano's thoughts, causing his eyes to snap up and meet the German's. "Si! Sorry!" He apologized.
"Oh! I'm so very sorry but I must get back to my reasturant, I have to take these tomatoes back!" He looked in the direction of his basket as the German's eyes followed his.
"Ja, dont worry, I must get back to form. Lots of planning." Ludwig replied.
"It was nice meeting you sir!" Feliciano gleamed, standing up straight and smiling to the taller man.
"Ja, you too." He replied before turning to continue walking.
"Ciao, Luddy." He smiled, giggling as he sang the name.
"Auf wiedersehen, Feli." Ludwig replied, hiding the slight smirk that managed to creep its way onto his face. Feli smiled as he continued his way back to the reasturant, his expression more lively than ever.
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Translations:
- Grazie (Italian) : Thank you
- Ciao (Italian) : Hello & Goodbye
- Auf Wiedersehen (German) : Goodbye
- Fratello (Italian) : Brother
- Hola (Spanish) : Hello