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Tu parli Italiano? (You speak Italian?)

Word Count: 959

A/N: had a lot of fun writing this, so I hope you'll enjoy reading it!

Phil walked into the supermarket, the things he needed replaying in his head. All he needed was bread, milk and some crisps. Easy enough. Well, it was easy, before he heard someone muttering to someone else. He turned to the left to see a boy with brown hair and deep brown eyes. Next to him was another boy with curled hair. One was muttering to the other, pointing to him. Are they talking about me? he thought. He casually walked past them to the stand about five metres away from them. He tried to listen.

"Sì? Dove?" the curly-haired male asked. Oh, he's talking in Italian. Phil thought, at least I can understand him. Phil had learned Italian for a few years when he was younger, so he can try to translate what they were saying. Okay, he just said 'Yes? Where?'.

"Ecco! Lui ha i capelli neri. Lui è alto." the brown-haired male replied. Phil tried not to look at them, because he now knew they were definitely talking about him. 'There! He has black hair. He is tall.' He translated. He slowly circled past the stand, to a shelf ever so slightly closer to them. He picked up a random CD from it, and pretended to be incredibly interested in it.

It wasn't like him to eavesdrop, but when someone's talking about you in a language you know, you're pretty tempted to listen in.

Especially when it doesn't seem like they know that fact.

"Oh, lui." the curly-haired boy replied. 'Oh, him'. Phil translated. He laughed quietly to himself, as it seemed like that boy wasn't as interested in him as the other boy was. He quickly glanced over to the brown-haired boy, who noticed it. He turned away, almost looking.. sheepish? Scared? Oh no, I hope I'm not scaring him, Phil thought. He turned back and went back to staring intently at the children's CD in his hand.

"Dan, perché sei così imbarazzato?" the curly-haired boy asked. 'Dan, why are you so embarrassed?' Phil translated, so the.. relatively cute brown-haired boy's name is Dan.

"Perché lui sta guardando in questa direzione!" Dan exclaimed. 'Because he is looking over here!' Oh no, he's still talking about me. What have I done to scare him? Phil thought. He put the CD back and instead grabbed a copy of Fall Out Boy's American Beauty/American Psycho. He wondered over to the isle right next to the two boys. Now he was closer, he could see that Dan was a few years younger than him, and so was the other boy. He could see that Dan was looking at him, intently.. with a hint of something he couldn't pinpoint.

Then Dan said something that caught him off guard.

"Wow. Lui é bello."

Phil was shocked as the translation ran through his head.

Wow. He is beautiful.

He had never really thought that someone as nice as Dan would call him beautiful, even in another language.

Phil wanted to say something back, as the boy named Dan probably though he didn't know Italian. So, he nervously approached Dan. Gathering all his courage Phil had, he said.

"Sai, sei abbastanza bello."

His Italian wasn't perfect, and he didn't have the best way to pronounce words.

Nevertheless, the blanching of Dan's face showed the message got through.

"P-Parli Italiano?" Dan asked. 'Y-You speak Italian?'

"Sì." Phil replied. 'Yes.'

"C-Così, hai sentito tutto quello?" Dan asked. 'S-So, you heard all that?'

"Sì." Phil responded. Dan's cheeks were dusted with a blush.

"Come ti chiami?" Dan asked, nervously. 'What's your name?'

"Mi chiamo Phil." Phil responded. 'My name is Phil.

"Wait, do you speak English?" Phil asked.

"Y-Yes, I do." Dan replied. Thank the Lord, my Italian vocabulary was drawing to an end, Phil asked.

"So, are you Italian?" Phil asked.

"No, I'm not. I learned Italian a few years back. So did PJ here." Dan replied, gesturing to the curly-haired boy next to him, who seemed to be holding onto laughter.

"Non mettermi in mezzo!" PJ exclaimed. 'Don't drag me into this!'

Phil couldn't help but laugh.

"So, do you really think I'm beautiful?" Phil asked. Dan's faced blushed a darker red.

"Well.. yeah.. I do.." he trailed off.

"At least you weren't lying. Where's your phone, I'll write my number in it.. if you want.." now it's was Phil's turn to trail off. He's not usually the one in this position, but he couldn't help it.

Dan handed Phil his phone, and then he types his number in. He handed Dan his phone back, and Phil couldn't help but notice how much more embarrassed Dan looked now.

"Ci vediamo?" Dan asked. 'I'll see you?'

"Ovviamente!" Phil replied, "arrivederci." 'Of course! Goodbye. He finished, and walked off.

After Phil had left the store, he remembered the words he had first said to Dan. It was quite a feat, remembering how to say that. It's not the easiest sentence to know how to say.

And what did it mean?

You know, you're rather beautiful.

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A/N: so, here is the Italian fic. I like it, since I can used my limited Italian vocabulary to write something nice for you guys! If any of you speak Italian, comment below so I can see how many people would be able to understand it without translation (don't worry, I won't get rid of the translation - it'll just be interesting to see!) If any of you Italian-speakers notice any mistakes in the Italian bit (which there is bound to be, I've only learned Italian for a year and a half) please PM, and I'll change it ^-^

Anyway, thanks for reading!