[Fanfic]Personal Preferences
Title: Personal Preferences
Characters: Álvaro (OC), Luciano (Brazil), Martin (Argentina), and Manuel (Chile), mentioning of Miguel (Peru) and Vina (OC)
Rating/Warning: G.
Summary: Luciano tries to understand Álvaro, the child that he never really understands.
Parents more than neighbors; books more than sports; indoors more than outdoors.
Even at young age, Juan José Álvaro Sánchez González is still pretty easy to understand, though through some unknown reasons, people still find him pretty hard to read through, even when he believes that he is just as easy to read as an open book.
“If he is a book, then he is definitely a Márquez novel.”
Someone who is often addressed by the child as Tío Miguel once said, and the statement is widely accepted by most of the Latin America countries - except Luciano, who cannot read Spanish (or pretends he cannot most of the time) therefore cannot understand the difficulty of reading an Márquez.
But the child is still very hard to read through, even for someone like Luciano who would not want to challenge a novel written in Spanish without knowing a translation is available. And heck, this child is the son of his two good friends hence being nice and able to spend time with is an important deal and…
He just doesn’t know how to talk to that child, that’s it.
The Brazilian realized that he will have to, at least try, to have a conversation with Álvaro at some point without having the child losing interest and going back to his book before the conversation is not yet over. Damn it, he has never imagined to have a conversation with a child would be that hard, and he really cannot understand how could Martin spending hours arguing with that child over the literature topics that he has no idea about.
Still, he ought to be able to get that child to do something with him, maybe not cooking, he is still no sure whose culinary skill does the child inherited and will not risk his kitchen, having his daughter constantly burning things is bad enough.
“Why are you trying so hard to think of a reason to talk to Álvaro anyway?” Martin finally asked out of curiosity one day, though he was pouring hot water into the gourd at the moment since Vina snatched it and drank all of his mate before he could snatch it back, “he is rather easy to talk to, though it is hard to provoke a reaction out of him.”
“Shut up, I’m not going to spend forever on a conversion over nothing but books like you do. Give me something better than that.”
“I’m sorry that our books are too deep for someone with dumb brain like yours to understand. But anyway, if you really want to do something that doesn’t require brain or tongue or whatever, how about just drag the kid out for football?”
That was what Martin said.
Everyone should love football, even his little girl loves it and is already skilled at such young age, since both Pedro and Manuel is crazy about football, of course Álvaro will love it. He would have to.
“So, Alvarinho, want to go and play football?”
The child, whose physical look is about ten, quietly puts the book he is currently reading (which Luciano could see some title like El Libro de Arena and decides not to ask any further) with a somehow confused look on his face.
“Ah, do I have to?”
“Of course! Come on Alvarinho, it is football and both of your parents loves it! Shouldn’t you spend some time out instead of stay in the whole time?”
“But I still have about half of the book left, and I’ve just got to the important part of book and -”
Next second the kitchen door is swinging open and Manuel, who is getting fresh avocados out of a basket at the moment, sees his friend’s very, very, very frustrated face.
“Hey Luciano, what’s going o-”
“Never mind, go and take your freaking son out to play, now. He is beyond of my understanding.”
“What are you talking about? Something is going on with your Brazilian brain?”
“No, but something is wrong with your son’s for not loving football enough.”
Characters: Álvaro (OC), Luciano (Brazil), Martin (Argentina), and Manuel (Chile), mentioning of Miguel (Peru) and Vina (OC)
Rating/Warning: G.
Summary: Luciano tries to understand Álvaro, the child that he never really understands.
Parents more than neighbors; books more than sports; indoors more than outdoors.
Even at young age, Juan José Álvaro Sánchez González is still pretty easy to understand, though through some unknown reasons, people still find him pretty hard to read through, even when he believes that he is just as easy to read as an open book.
“If he is a book, then he is definitely a Márquez novel.”
Someone who is often addressed by the child as Tío Miguel once said, and the statement is widely accepted by most of the Latin America countries - except Luciano, who cannot read Spanish (or pretends he cannot most of the time) therefore cannot understand the difficulty of reading an Márquez.
But the child is still very hard to read through, even for someone like Luciano who would not want to challenge a novel written in Spanish without knowing a translation is available. And heck, this child is the son of his two good friends hence being nice and able to spend time with is an important deal and…
He just doesn’t know how to talk to that child, that’s it.
The Brazilian realized that he will have to, at least try, to have a conversation with Álvaro at some point without having the child losing interest and going back to his book before the conversation is not yet over. Damn it, he has never imagined to have a conversation with a child would be that hard, and he really cannot understand how could Martin spending hours arguing with that child over the literature topics that he has no idea about.
Still, he ought to be able to get that child to do something with him, maybe not cooking, he is still no sure whose culinary skill does the child inherited and will not risk his kitchen, having his daughter constantly burning things is bad enough.
“Why are you trying so hard to think of a reason to talk to Álvaro anyway?” Martin finally asked out of curiosity one day, though he was pouring hot water into the gourd at the moment since Vina snatched it and drank all of his mate before he could snatch it back, “he is rather easy to talk to, though it is hard to provoke a reaction out of him.”
“Shut up, I’m not going to spend forever on a conversion over nothing but books like you do. Give me something better than that.”
“I’m sorry that our books are too deep for someone with dumb brain like yours to understand. But anyway, if you really want to do something that doesn’t require brain or tongue or whatever, how about just drag the kid out for football?”
That was what Martin said.
Everyone should love football, even his little girl loves it and is already skilled at such young age, since both Pedro and Manuel is crazy about football, of course Álvaro will love it. He would have to.
“So, Alvarinho, want to go and play football?”
The child, whose physical look is about ten, quietly puts the book he is currently reading (which Luciano could see some title like El Libro de Arena and decides not to ask any further) with a somehow confused look on his face.
“Ah, do I have to?”
“Of course! Come on Alvarinho, it is football and both of your parents loves it! Shouldn’t you spend some time out instead of stay in the whole time?”
“But I still have about half of the book left, and I’ve just got to the important part of book and -”
Next second the kitchen door is swinging open and Manuel, who is getting fresh avocados out of a basket at the moment, sees his friend’s very, very, very frustrated face.
“Hey Luciano, what’s going o-”
“Never mind, go and take your freaking son out to play, now. He is beyond of my understanding.”
“What are you talking about? Something is going on with your Brazilian brain?”
“No, but something is wrong with your son’s for not loving football enough.”