[fic] From Italy with love
Title: From Italy with love
Author: kchanlp
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: implied 8059
Warnings: OC, OOCness and fluff/shounen-ai (?)
Summary:
It was a year ago, but Paola Fanticelli was still shaken by her divorce. After thirty years by Vitt’Antonio’s side, she thought her marriage was going to last until the end of her life; taking care of each other and spoiling their grandsons while enjoying the peaceful air of the countryside...
That is, until Arianna decided to waltz through the room looking beautiful, charming and twenty years old.
So she was now a very fragile, divorced woman, drowning in bitterness, while her husband - ex, she scolded herself, ex-husband - and his soon-to-be wife happily enjoyed sunbaths in Athens.
Her dear Antonello tried to support her, and she was so touched by her son’s concern that she couldn’t deny when he told her to take a trip, wherever she wanted, even if what she really wanted was to skin that little vixen alive and cry herself to sleep in the sanctity of her suite.
Paola and Vitt’Antonio used to travel a lot. She remembered visiting Paris in her honeymoon, Berlin in her first anniversary and Venice in her Silver Wedding - and being a romantic, she thought they could go back to all of those cities in their Golden. But visiting those would just make her humor even sourer, so she decided to be adventurous…
And Japan sounded adventurous enough.
Inside the plane, though, Paola couldn’t help but think that she should just stay in Rome, inside her personal library, all thoughts about being adventurous and moving on away from her mind… For the first time in thirty years she didn’t know who would sit beside her and the worst scenarios passed like a terrorizing movie inside her head...
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…It turned out her companion was a very attractive young man. Paola stared - oh so improper! - as he took out his coat and fixed his suit - Armani, she recognized immediately - and sat, briefly nodding to her, out of politeness - how embarrassing for a middle aged woman to be caught starring. Once in a while she would discreetly side glance at the man, noticing his uncommon silver hair, pierced ears that didn’t fit a businessman - which she supposed he was… He also had green eyes, just like her husb-, ex-husband.
(She briefly wondered about those movies about strangers meeting during flights and falling in love, all bitterness about past relationships gone in light of a better future…)
After three hours of flight (and a few embarrassing moments when the man caught her staring and cocked an elegant eyebrow before turning to his notebook), there was some kind of dialogue. He sounded a little annoyed, but she thought that was because he was shy. He pointed to the stewardess - she was still surprised to hear him calling her -, who offered her a drink or something to eat. The young man had black coffee and some mint flavored chocolate, not that she was paying any attention, but still.
She started to tell him her latest sufferings: how she found out about her husband’s affair, about the divorce - she cried a little at that part, and the young man paused in his typing with a heavy sigh that moved his bangs -, about how supportive her son was - she showed him a set of pictures that she carried on her purse, especially Antonello’s first bath and told him all that happened on that special day. She noticed a little twitch in his eyes, and told him about a reportage she watched about how the stress rate in his age group was increasing, probably from too much work. He massaged his temples then and Paola told him about this wonderful masseur she found in German, and the young man took deep breaths, which made her think that maybe he was a little afraid of flights, just like Antonello, so she told him not to worry because airplanes were really safe nowadays - apparently talking about planes made him even more scared, because just then he put his face between his open palms and rubbed fiercely.
They continued to talk - well, Paola did, since the young man was too shy and even turned to face the corridor, tapping his fingers in the armrest with too much strength (but it was probably a habit, so she didn’t mind the noise and just raised her voice a little). Eventually, she noticed that six hours or more had passed by. She was in the middle of telling him about her cooking course in Florence, in her earlier days of marriage, when she noticed soft snores coming from the young man. Paola couldn’t bring herself to feel offended, seeing how much he was working in his computer - it was probably failing, since he had to hit the keys really hard. She asked for a blanket and covered him, smiling of how much he reminded her of her darling son - though Antonello didn’t frown when he slept, maybe because he didn’t have so much work. Soon, she fell asleep too, resting like she hasn’t in a long time (probably a year or so…).
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Nearly ten hours later, arriving at the Narita airport, Paola had a little trouble with her luggage, so she lost the young man and didn’t even remember to ask his name. He was probably in a hurry, since there was a delay in the landing. She wished she had at least asked if he knew where she could find a taxi.
She was patiently reading her Japanese Dictionary for Tourists when someone bumped into her. Paola nearly lost her footing, but was caught before anything embarrassing happened. She found herself staring at a very handsome - very tall - young Japanese man that was (probably) excusing himself with a sorry smile.
(She thought about those accidentally-in-love movies she loved to watch, where the young lady bumped into the hero and it was love at first sight.)
Before she could say anything, though, the man looked over her shoulder and his smile grew a hundred watts, a certain clink in his eyes. He released her and walked towards that direction. Turning around out of curiosity, she recognized the young silver-haired man.
She watched as the tall man hugged the other, the shy young man turning a deep shade of red before punching the tall man’s shoulder, who just chuckled and gave him another hug, a little gentler this time.
Paola kept staring at them, as the tall Japanese kissed the other's hair, as they talked briefly before walking in the other direction and as the young Italian tried to slap the black haired man’s hand away, but ended up holding it anyway.
She recovered from her trance as the two disappeared into the crowd, but she still could feel that bittersweet warmth in her chest. Paola gave a weak smile despite the envious emotions she felt, imagining how good it was to be young and loved. She wiped at her unshed tears and took a deep breath, before turning to her dictionary once again.
Japan’s crisp night air promised something adventurous.
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I don't even know... It was supposed to make sense but... oh well.
Birthday present to melissa_42. I fail at life, but I hope you'll like it? =D Happy birthday! \o/ ♥
Author: kchanlp
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: implied 8059
Warnings: OC, OOCness and fluff/shounen-ai (?)
Summary:
It was a year ago, but Paola Fanticelli was still shaken by her divorce. After thirty years by Vitt’Antonio’s side, she thought her marriage was going to last until the end of her life; taking care of each other and spoiling their grandsons while enjoying the peaceful air of the countryside...
That is, until Arianna decided to waltz through the room looking beautiful, charming and twenty years old.
So she was now a very fragile, divorced woman, drowning in bitterness, while her husband - ex, she scolded herself, ex-husband - and his soon-to-be wife happily enjoyed sunbaths in Athens.
Her dear Antonello tried to support her, and she was so touched by her son’s concern that she couldn’t deny when he told her to take a trip, wherever she wanted, even if what she really wanted was to skin that little vixen alive and cry herself to sleep in the sanctity of her suite.
Paola and Vitt’Antonio used to travel a lot. She remembered visiting Paris in her honeymoon, Berlin in her first anniversary and Venice in her Silver Wedding - and being a romantic, she thought they could go back to all of those cities in their Golden. But visiting those would just make her humor even sourer, so she decided to be adventurous…
And Japan sounded adventurous enough.
Inside the plane, though, Paola couldn’t help but think that she should just stay in Rome, inside her personal library, all thoughts about being adventurous and moving on away from her mind… For the first time in thirty years she didn’t know who would sit beside her and the worst scenarios passed like a terrorizing movie inside her head...
---
…It turned out her companion was a very attractive young man. Paola stared - oh so improper! - as he took out his coat and fixed his suit - Armani, she recognized immediately - and sat, briefly nodding to her, out of politeness - how embarrassing for a middle aged woman to be caught starring. Once in a while she would discreetly side glance at the man, noticing his uncommon silver hair, pierced ears that didn’t fit a businessman - which she supposed he was… He also had green eyes, just like her husb-, ex-husband.
(She briefly wondered about those movies about strangers meeting during flights and falling in love, all bitterness about past relationships gone in light of a better future…)
After three hours of flight (and a few embarrassing moments when the man caught her staring and cocked an elegant eyebrow before turning to his notebook), there was some kind of dialogue. He sounded a little annoyed, but she thought that was because he was shy. He pointed to the stewardess - she was still surprised to hear him calling her -, who offered her a drink or something to eat. The young man had black coffee and some mint flavored chocolate, not that she was paying any attention, but still.
She started to tell him her latest sufferings: how she found out about her husband’s affair, about the divorce - she cried a little at that part, and the young man paused in his typing with a heavy sigh that moved his bangs -, about how supportive her son was - she showed him a set of pictures that she carried on her purse, especially Antonello’s first bath and told him all that happened on that special day. She noticed a little twitch in his eyes, and told him about a reportage she watched about how the stress rate in his age group was increasing, probably from too much work. He massaged his temples then and Paola told him about this wonderful masseur she found in German, and the young man took deep breaths, which made her think that maybe he was a little afraid of flights, just like Antonello, so she told him not to worry because airplanes were really safe nowadays - apparently talking about planes made him even more scared, because just then he put his face between his open palms and rubbed fiercely.
They continued to talk - well, Paola did, since the young man was too shy and even turned to face the corridor, tapping his fingers in the armrest with too much strength (but it was probably a habit, so she didn’t mind the noise and just raised her voice a little). Eventually, she noticed that six hours or more had passed by. She was in the middle of telling him about her cooking course in Florence, in her earlier days of marriage, when she noticed soft snores coming from the young man. Paola couldn’t bring herself to feel offended, seeing how much he was working in his computer - it was probably failing, since he had to hit the keys really hard. She asked for a blanket and covered him, smiling of how much he reminded her of her darling son - though Antonello didn’t frown when he slept, maybe because he didn’t have so much work. Soon, she fell asleep too, resting like she hasn’t in a long time (probably a year or so…).
---
Nearly ten hours later, arriving at the Narita airport, Paola had a little trouble with her luggage, so she lost the young man and didn’t even remember to ask his name. He was probably in a hurry, since there was a delay in the landing. She wished she had at least asked if he knew where she could find a taxi.
She was patiently reading her Japanese Dictionary for Tourists when someone bumped into her. Paola nearly lost her footing, but was caught before anything embarrassing happened. She found herself staring at a very handsome - very tall - young Japanese man that was (probably) excusing himself with a sorry smile.
(She thought about those accidentally-in-love movies she loved to watch, where the young lady bumped into the hero and it was love at first sight.)
Before she could say anything, though, the man looked over her shoulder and his smile grew a hundred watts, a certain clink in his eyes. He released her and walked towards that direction. Turning around out of curiosity, she recognized the young silver-haired man.
She watched as the tall man hugged the other, the shy young man turning a deep shade of red before punching the tall man’s shoulder, who just chuckled and gave him another hug, a little gentler this time.
Paola kept staring at them, as the tall Japanese kissed the other's hair, as they talked briefly before walking in the other direction and as the young Italian tried to slap the black haired man’s hand away, but ended up holding it anyway.
She recovered from her trance as the two disappeared into the crowd, but she still could feel that bittersweet warmth in her chest. Paola gave a weak smile despite the envious emotions she felt, imagining how good it was to be young and loved. She wiped at her unshed tears and took a deep breath, before turning to her dictionary once again.
Japan’s crisp night air promised something adventurous.
----
I don't even know... It was supposed to make sense but... oh well.
Birthday present to melissa_42. I fail at life, but I hope you'll like it? =D Happy birthday! \o/ ♥