little italy
summary: peter’s first day in a foreign country
warning: peter speaking italian
A/N: hello angels, i just rewatched ‘call me by your name’ and this fic series is going to be based on it. i hope you guys like it 💓 also, i’m trying to learn italian this year, so 99% of these translations are through google. please let me know if there are any errors so i can fix them!
so far, italy was beautiful. it was 6 in the afternoon when peter and his class arrived and the sun was setting, casting a beautiful glow on the buildings and architecture around them. it was golden hour in the beautiful city of milan.
peter had to resist the urge to kiss the floor once they made it out of the aircraft. the flight from new york to milan was eight hours too long, and peter had always hated airplanes, anyway. his family had a bad history with the huge machine and he was happy to be back on the ground. but he wasn’t home free yet, they still had an hour bus ride to get from the milan airport to their actual hotel in bergamo, italy.
after grabbing his luggage and typing a quick message to may, peter walked out of the airport and on the bus with the rest of his classmates.
ned was sitting next to the window near the center of the bus and the boy was furiously turning his head left and right as if he was afraid to miss anything. it was only their first day. and they had plenty of time for sightseeing.
they had to return home in a month, which was great, but the trip was expensive and peter was so grateful that may allowed him to go. although may had to take dozens of extra shifts to cover the expenses, it was worth seeing her boy’s excitement.
“what do you want to see first?”. ned breaks the silence as peter reads ‘call me by your name’ by andré aciman. he’s reading the italian version though, wanting to get a better grip on how to properly speak the language. although he’s completed the four years of learning italian at school and has gotten an a+ in every grading period, peter was slightly obsessed with mastering every hobby he had, and his latest one was one of the romance languages.
“not sure”, he says as he keeps his index finger under the sentence he was reading. one of peter’s pet peeves was losing his place, especially when he was reading a good book. “i’m hoping wherever we go has food. i’m starving”, peter laughs. ned agrees, none of the kids had had a proper meal in hours.
they stop at a small cafe in piazza vecchia. it was a beautiful place with amazing architecture. the contarini fountain was displayed at the center of it, decorated with sculptures of lions. peter lifted up his sunglasses until they rested on top of his head, holding back the mocha curls that he had spent a few months growing out. he’s just about to tell ned how happy he is to be there when a sweet voice fills his ears.
“benvenuto in italia!” (welcome to italy!).
the young boy frowns and lifts onto the balls of his feet to see who could have spoken those words, surely not any of his classmates. and although it was a simple sentence, peter had never heard of anything more beautiful in his life.
a young girl with gorgeous skin and silky hair greeted them once they had taken their seats at the small cafe. she was wearing a loose and flowy summer dress that made her appear to be sweet and innocent. her hair was out and slightly frizzy from the light wind. the stunning stranger’s voice was so velvety and peter raised his eyebrows once he got to look at her clearly.
she was so beautiful.
peter slips his way past his classmates to the front of the small crowd. she looked so different from the girls he had seen back home, none of them quite catching his eye the way she has.
her eyes skim over everyone and peter just about loses it when she smiles at him. she takes a moment to look over his appearance, and she admires him in his white t-shirt and beige khakis. he looks so american. his chocolate curls and brown eyes were basic, but attractive and captivating for some reason.
“per favore, lascia che ti faccia fare uno spuntino” (please, let me get you all a snack).
and by a snack, she apparently meant a platter of crackers, fancy cheeses (that even peter had a hard time pronouncing), and a plethora of different meats.
he’s starving, not having real food for almost half-a-day, but peter can only muster a few bites. although peter knows he should been enjoying the moment rather than spending it reading his new book, he can’t help but distance himself from his excited classmates. he likes to be alone sometimes.
“ciao, come va?” (hello. how are you?). music fills peter’s ears once again and it takes him a moment to realize someone was actually speaking to him. peter looks up from his page and is met with a friendly smile. he sits up from his bad posture and smiles back at her as he closes his book, this time not marking his place. he replies, saying he’s doing well, and tries not to get lost in her eyes as she introduces herself.
“sei molto carina” (you are very pretty). a small, shy laugh emerges from her and she tucks her hair behind her ears, allowing peter to see her beautiful face even clearer now. his eyes cast over her nose and mouth and finally her ears. he hums to himself as he sees her non-pierced earlobes...it was just something to notice.
“perché non sei con i tuoi amici?” (why are you not with your friends?). there’s genuine concern in her voice and she’s worried he might have not liked the snack she made for them.
“mi piace essere solo ogni tanto” (i like to be alone sometimes). it was odd to her, she didn’t understand it. she loved being with her friends at all times...maybe it was an american thing?
the girl-peter now knowing she goes by y/n- politely nods. she wasn’t a very judge-y person.
y/n lifts her neatly polished nails on the table, inching closer and closer to peter’s softcover copy. she’s impressed that he’s reading in her native language.
“posso leggerlo con te?” (may i read it with you?).
of course peter said yes. how could he refuse? it would have been foolish of him to say no. and he was happy he didn’t, especially now that her head was lightly resting on his shoulder.
the pair read a full chapter together, perfectly in sync until it got too dark to read. even their breathing evened out to match the other’s.
she left with a soft “ciao” and two kisses on peter’s cheeks. she would be seeing him tomorrow morning along with the rest of his class, they had breakfast planned out.
peter happily leapt into bed once he was in the comfort of his and ned’s hotel room. although his roommate had bid him a good night already, peter still kept his bedside light on. he was caught up in thought about his book, although he couldn’t think of much since most of his memory was filled with thoughts of y/n.
peter shakes his head as he grabs his copy from his bag, realizing he’s forgotten all about the chapter.
andré aciman summed it up perfectly; But it might have started way later than I think without my noticing anything at all... How couldn’t I have known, you ask? I know desire when I see it—and yet, this time, it slipped by completely.
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chapter 2
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