Alstroemeria

Chapter 38

First off: The updates to this book will not be as frequent, certainly not daily. I have a lot more on my plate than I did when I started this fic, but I'll update when I can. I will also be going through past chapters and rewriting them a bit, only editing and making them longer, nothing too large scale. I'll probably publish the edited versions of each chapter at the same time, soooo yeah~!

To the chapter!

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After the gasp rang through the boutique you saw the gasp-er. A man with blond hair who looked very similar to a certain hot-headed Italian that you knew. Looking around the boutique was empty of people, but there were racks of very nice and high quality clothes, bags, and shoes.

The blonde man rushed over to you and looked at you intently before frowning at your bag.

"Oh no, no, no! Honey! This-a bag is not-a right!" The man carefully grasped the bag (without taking it off you) and inspected it. "It's-a fake too!" He said, astonished and a bit disgusted.

"I know right! I've been trying to get her to get rid of the bag for a while." Victor said, and it's true. For the past five years he's been trying to persuade you to donate the bag. 'Or just burn it.' You remember him saying that too. Only recently has he laid off the constant harassment. You liked the bag, it was something to remember your boss by; well, not like it like it, you didn't think it was good quality or good looking, but you liked that it was a gift from your boss.

"Oh dios mio, we need to fix this..." The blond man said, he finally looked at you and your outfit. "Oh, we have to-a fix this too~" He said, gesturing to your outfit. You looked down at yourself, you wore jeans, a simple black sweatshirt, and some running shoes. What's wrong with your outfit? To you: Nothing. To the blond man: Obviously everything.

"Yes! Her sweatshirt is so plain, and that fit on those jeans are not for her legs." Victor said, now picking you apart too. You gave him an offended look. If the outfit was so bad why'd he let you wear it?

"Hm, I think I know what to do." The blond man said, a certain glint in his eye. "I'm Flavio, by-a the way~." The man--Flavio--said.

"Start with the bag." Victor said. "Then strip 'er." He finished. You whipped your head around to him, flustered by his choice of words. Really?

"Bella, hand over the-a bag." Flavio said, looking grim.

"But... It was a gift." You said.

"Bella..." He said, a dangerous tone in his voice, "The bag, now." You reluctantly took it off and grabbed your items from it, handing it over.

"Don't do anything to it, I want to keep it..." You said.

"I'll-a only let you-a have it if you-a swear never to-a wear this mostruosità again." Flavio said, holding away from you.

"Burn it, burn it with fire." Victor whisper chanted, earning a chuckle from Flavio and a slap to his arm from you.

"I promise to never ever wear it again, obeshcha." You said.

[Belvisidan: I swear/Promise (A common saying in Belvisida, taken as 'I swear on my and my mother's soul'. People say this when they actually mean it; stems from the Russian word for promise.)]

"O-a-kay." The Italian man smiled, walking over to the cashier and setting it down next to it. "You know-a, I know a girl who-a looks a bit like-a you, you could-a be sisters." Your eyes widened as you snapped your head towards him. Your sister... could have a 2p! Since the history from the 2p universe is different America might never have bombed it! Your sister! Or... a deranged version of her... but still your sister!

"Oh? What's her name?" You asked, trying not to sound excited. Flavio beckoned Victor over to help him reach a bag from a shelf (Victor, being the giant he is, is able to reach high up things).

"Something-a like Alina or Alisa? Not-a sure, haven't-a spoken to-a her often." Flavio said, now inspecting the bag that Victor handed to him. Flavio thanked Victor, calling him 'il mio aiutante alto'. "This bag is perfetto!"

[Italian: My tall helper, perfect]

The Italian man walked over to you, holding a small black leather backpack out to you.

"Do you-a like it?" He asked, hopeful.

"Yes..." You said, admiring the smooth black leather and the gold accents.

"Good-a! Let's move onto clothes~"

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(With the 2ps)

Oliver paced back and forth in front of the counter, Allen and Matt sat at one of the cute round tables.

"...She was just too cute and sweet to turn into cupcakes! Oh, her manners were great! And she called me Ollie!" Oliver continued to fanboy over you. "Now I have to find someone else for my cupcakes." He said, sadly.

"Jeez, what's the big deal, you're not attached to her or anything, right old man? Just chop her up and throw 'er in. Or I could do that,"-Allen smirked-" right after I-" Allen was interrupted by Oliver throwing a cupcake at him, he barely grazed Allen with the frosting. The cupcake landed on the floor.

"Don't! She's too sweet for the likes of you." Oliver said, continuing to pace. "I feel like I know her... or like I should. She looks an awful lot like Alina, like they're sisters or something."

"Maybe she's Alina's 1p." Matt suggested, trying to flip a coin into an empty teacup.

"No, no. They're similar but not counterpart similar. Y/N also acts a bit like Alina, and 1ps and 2ps are usually opposites." Oliver finished off, stopping his pacing.

"She has a secret though, and I'm gonna figure it out..."

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(Back with you)

Flavio had handed you article of clothing after article of clothing, none were right for you. Either too skimpy or too heavy, too cold or too warm.

"Here bella, this is-a as close-a to your original outfit as-a I will tolerate." Flavio handed you a pair of jeans and a black top over the stall wall. Putting it on you found that the jeans fit nicely--maybe a bit too tight. The shirt was a simple black long sleeve top with 'batwing' sleeves. This outfit was a lot less flashy than the others Satisfied with the outfit you stepped out of the changing stall, Victor and Flavio stood waiting for you. Flavio clasped his hands together.

"Perfetto!" He said, then he pulled out a pair of black stilettos. "Now wear these!"