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north italy//feliciano

an actually wholesome one! nothing bad! except for some harsh language but yOU KNOW THE DEAL

translations are mostly from google translate!
•ciao = hello
•benvenuto a feli's= welcome to feli's
•momento = moment
•ciao, mi chiamo feliciano! benvenuto a feli's, bello! il tuo tavolo è proprio così mio caro! = hello, my name is feliciano, welcome to feli's, beautiful! your table is right this way my dear.
•caruccia = lovely girl
•una bella ragazza = a beautiful girl
•si = yes
•signore = sir
•principessa = princess
•fottuto idiota = fucking idiot
•merda santa = holy shit
•cazzo = fuck
•amico = friend
•principe = prince

"lovino! I need you here-a! almost everyone is out-a and the restaurant
is-a packed!" feliciano yelled into the phone. " I am sick and I am not coming! if you don't like that you can suck my balls!" and with that a harsh "beep" silenced the conversation.

feliciano leaned on the nearby wall and sank a bit.

"what am I-a going to do."

in a small town in northern Italy, was a classic italian restaurant. it was as close to traditional, home-Italian cooking one could get. with a warm, welcoming atmosphere, what more can one ask for?

but the icing on the cake was the owner. he operated as a manager as well, and even worked as a waiter at times. he was handsome, and romantic. regulars came in constantly for a chance to be served by him. he was the spitting image of an attractive, Italian man. his real name was feliciano vargas, but to most he was called "mr. italy."

only one other waiter was working that night, and with five sections to take care of, he didn't know how to handle the night. with reservations packed and walk-ins flooding in what more was he to do than sulk in his own self-pity?

"boss? don't be too-a hard on yourself! we can-a do it!" his employee said. "thanks luca." he replied, looking up to him.

he bolted up from his position, and pulled his sleeves up. "let's-a do this!"

his enthusiasm was quickly shot down when he opened the door to the dining area.

"we've been waiting for 45 minutes!"
"how long is this going to take?"
"mommy I'm hungry!"
"geez, why am I even here?"
"where are all the waiters?"

feliciano took in a deep breath, and walked out to the temporary hell his restaurant had become.

"ciao! benvenuto a feli's! your table is right this way!"
"what would you like to eat this evening?"
"any drinks?"
"great choice!"
"how is your meal?"
"have a good night!"

he repeated these phrases over and over, it was becoming overwhelming. he couldn't slow down, but neither could the people entering the eatery. it was becoming so chaotic that him and his other co-worker were having trouble keeping up. they were messing up orders, getting things to the wrong table; everything that could go wrong, went wrong.

"could-a things get any worse?"

and just as he said that, a girl walked into the door. as if on cue, his jaw dropped like a cartoon and the plates in his hands shattered to pieces on the floor. a jumbled mess of angry cursing came from the kitchen, but all he could focus on was his new customer.

"luca,, could you-a take-a my tables for a momento..."

luca was no where near the owner.

he nearly sprinted to the girl.

as he neared her, he realized that she was more beautiful up close. her skin glowed like the sea at sunset, and her eyes glimmered like stars.

"ciao, mi chiamo feliciano! benvenuto a feli's, bello! il tuo tavolo è proprio così mio caro!" he welcomed, gently touching his hand to hers. he blushed. usually he would be fine with contact like this, he was surrounded by gorgeous women nearly everyday! he was a flirt, after all, he was italian. it's in his blood! so why did she make him so nervous?