Felicia's P.O.V
Nervously twisting the engagement ring, I bid my farewells to Nonna, Lovi, and Isabella. Monika stood besides me, nodding away a storm as Nonna continuously interrogated us on our housing, what state we would be in, and all of that jazz. Isabella had a firm grasp on Lovi's waist as we conversed lightly.
"You know, last time you left the state, it was with my loud ass. You better not screw shit up over there without me," Lovi claimed, a confident smirk plastered across her face.
"Oh, I don't know if you remember, but I most certainly do, the way you attracted Isabella with your demonized screeching. Julchen was probably most happy with slamming the brakes to shut you up," I slyly tease, giggling as a blush overcame Lovi's tan cheeks.
"I have to admit, the screeching was attractive," Isabella played along, laughing strangely, somewhere along the lines of 'fusososo'. It was quite unique to say the least.
"Whatever! You two are horrible!" Lovi pouted, shaking her head as we giggled beneath our hands.
"Flight 231 is now boarding, please head towards the nearest tram to head into immigration and board your flight. Once again, calling all passengers of Flight 231." The intercom spoke, silencing us all. Monika and I exchanged looks as we gave everyone one last hug and made our way to the tram. After boarding the tiny train like vehicle, I link my fingers into Monika's and smile sweetly at her.
"Guess its time, huh?" I trace circles onto her palm as the tram starts off at a speedy pace.
"I suppose it is, I can't wait. Isn't Alice living with Amelia now?" Monika asked gently, one hand coming up to push a wild lock of unruly hair behind my ear.
"That's what I heard from Amelia herself. It'll be nice to see them again, wouldn't you agree?" The tram comes to a complete stop and we head out to immigration.
"Most certainly," she replied breathlessly. Passing through immigration was easy, especially since they found out that Monika had a higher status than they did. The awkward part was when they found a gun on Monika and had to call the German government to receive permission for her to continue. When all was set and done, we ran to our gate only to find that they were already boarding.
We were escorted to first class, where they brought us doritos and soda. It felt nice to be pampered and hilarious to watch as Monika stuttered and stumbled with her words on how to thank them. I recently taught her that yelling and demanding things from people when she was off duty was quite rude so we began working on her social skills.
The pilot signalled that the plane would be taking off shortly and after a few turns, we were off into the air.
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The hours had been long, boring, and painfully dazed. I still couldn't wake my legs up and Monika followed behind me, with the seemingly same problem.
"America, land of the free... More like land of the 'I can't feel my fucking legs'," Monika commented jokingly as we past through immigration once more and began to head towards the luggage pick up. After a long trial filled 30 minutes, we had all of our four luggage bags, 2 for me, 2 for Monika.
Successfully stepping away from the immigration center, we headed towards the trams, Monika taking care of both of our luggages as I followed the directions on the walls. When we stepped out of the tram, we walked until we came to an a grand hall. Many people sat around, some hugging one another, others crying as they let someone else go, and others who were simply standing among the crowd.
My eyes expertly scanned the crowd until they landed on a pair of bright blue orbs beside a pair of familiar emeralds. A sudden squeal quenched the silence as the busty American burst through the swarm of people, tackling me into a great big, warm, bear hug.
"FELICIA!!! Oh my gosh! I can't believe you guys are here! Welcome, welcome to america and congrats on the engagement! That's so cute! We should get a move on if you want to move into your apartment and situate yourself, still having time for sleep! Follow me!" And just like that Amelia was bolting off in a random direction, Alice, Monika, and I charging after her and her random screaming.
Finally, we caught up to Amelia who fiddled with the keys to her car and hopped into the drivers seat. Alice took the seat behind her while I sat next to Alice and Monika rode shotgun.
"Congratulations Felicia, I bet you most be overjoyed!" Alice congratulated with a warm hug and smile.
"I am, thank you Alice," I replied with a grin of my own calibrating.
"It'll take some getting used to but you'll learn to love this crazy country, good luck with your studies," with nothing but a smile and a nod of my head we continued the ride happily as Amelia rambled off about something to ease the mood.
When we arrived, I was surprised by how close the college was. We each took a luggage bag up to the apartment and set it down inside the furnished living room. There were two bedrooms, two bathrooms connected to the bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a washroom. Alice and Amelia caught up with Monika as we folded the clothing away, set the living home necessaries into their rightful place and tidied the apartment up a bit.
When we were finally done, Amelia ordered us American pizza from some place named Papa Johns. We spent the wait time talking about our summers and laughing. When the food arrived, we dug in immediately, leaving nothing but an empty box in the trash.
By now, it was 9 p.m. and Alice excused herself and Amelia, dragging away a sad American as the Briton claimed that we needed our rest. The jet lag was catching up to me and after a quick shower, I found myself lying besides Monika on the bed.
"Today was quite eventful, don't you think?" I ask with a warm smile.
"You could say that again. I'm exhausted. I'm glad that you're here with my Felicia. Dich liebe ich, Felicia."
"Ti amo troppo, Monika," and just like that, we curled into each other and fell into a comfortable slumber.
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FanfictionFelicia Vargas has had a pretty laid back, simple life. That is, until a steam of attacks on women occur around her hometown in Italy. Worried, her Nonna sends her and her sister, Loviana, to a military training boot camp far off in Berlin, Germany...
