31 REIGN OF EMILIA- Bella Ciao

"Hey! Ich dachte, wir haben eine Abmachung getroffen, ihnen davon nichts zu erzählen!" Alessa shouts, getting an apologetic look from her two minutes younger brother.

"Anyway. I brought souvenirs from New York. Come here." Emilia opens her bag, seconds later, she hands a mini statue of the Eiffel Tower to Ale, and a NYC snow globe to Alessa.

"Dies ist die winzige Version der größten Statue der Stadt. Und so sieht die Stadt aus, wenn es schneit." Em explains.

[TRANSLATE GERMAN- This is the tiny version of the most enormous statue in the city. And this, is how the city looks when it snows.]

"Beeindruckend!" [Wow]

"Schwester. Kann ich in Zukunft auch nach New York gehen? Genau wie du?" Ale asks, beaming up at his big sister with his puppy eyes. [Sister. Will i be able to go to New York too, in the future? Just like you?]

"Jawohl. Ich habe gehört, es ist ein sehr beliebter Ort. Ich denke, wir können dort vielleicht die Tech-Firma aufbauen. Gibt es einen besseren Ort, um mit unserer Technologie die Welt zu erobern, als eine beliebte Stadt? habe ich recht?" Alessa gives her brother an evil smirks and he smirked right back at her. [Yes. I heard it is a very popular place. I think we can maybe build the tech company there. What better place to start taking over the world with our technology than a popular city? am I right?]

Ale immediately nods in agreement.

The twins, are like mini versions of some of the greatest scientists in the world. They both just stop there doing nothing but looking at each other. No doubt doing some telepathy sh*t.

"Okay. Wo ist Mutter?" Emilia asks, cutting their thought.

••••

Ace enters a pub in Weggis Switzerland, where Emilia had told him she was from.

Whoopsies...

She was not kidding when she said the area was secluded. There are about two hundred people living here, but they all seemed friendly.

He approaches the bartender and asked:

"Hey, ugh. Do you know an Emilia Williams? She's from around here."

The bartender looked at him before saying: "Non parlo inglese." [TRANSLATE ITALIAN- I don't speak English.]

Ace recognizes the Italian and breathes a sigh of relief when he remembers that Italian is one of Switzerland's main languages.

"Conosci una Emilia Williams? Lei è di queste parti." Ace repeats

"Scusa. Non lo so. Hai una foto?" The man asks

[Sorry man. I don't know. Do you have a picture?]

Ace shakes his head.

He would have. If he hadn't lost his fu*king phone to pick pockets an hour ago.

Besides it's probably best he doesn't go around showing his girlfriend's picture to a bunch of random people.

As soon as Ace leaves the Pub. The bartender switches on the tv, that showed the latest European news.

"A young woman was just spotted, heading through the palace gates an hour ago. Could it be that the princess has ended her Hiatus?" The news reporter states. On the tv screen, was a girl wearing sunglasses. To anyone who knew her, they could clearly see that it was Emilia. However, since none of these people know who Emilia is and most of them barely know what their kingdom's heir looks like. They would not be able to tell who is who.

•••

Emilia enters the private garden, just in time to hear her mother humming along to the song that played on her radio.

"Una mattina mi sono alzato

O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao

Una mattina mi sono alzato

E ho trovato l'invasor" Isabella sings melodiously.

[ITALIAN FOR-One morning I got up

Oh beautiful hello, beautiful hello, beautiful hello, hello, hello

One morning I got up

And I found the invader]

Emilia pitched in for the next part, surprising her mother.

"O partigiano, portami via

O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao

O partigiano, portami via

Ché mi sento di morir"

[O partisan, take me away

Oh beautiful hello, beautiful hello, beautiful hello, hello, hello

O partisan, take me away

Because I feel like I'm going to die]

"Oh mein! mein Schatz. Du bist zuhause!"

[GERMAN-Oh my! my dear! you are home]

"Hallo Mutter" Emilia approaches her mother and engulf her into a longing hug.

"How have you been? Are you being treated well? Did you make friends?" She immediately interrogates.

"Mutter." Emilia cuts. "Mir geht's gut" [I am fine]

"Hast du einen Freund?"[Do you have a boyfriend?]

"Mutter!!" Emilia exclaims. "Hat Alessa es dir erzählt?" [Did Alessa tell you?]

"Alessa knew?"

"Scheisse" the word left Emilia's mouth before she realized it. [Sh*t]

"Are you swearing now?"

"Nein, nein. Ich meinte schießen. Ja, schießen." Em apologizes. [No, no. I meant shoot. Yes, Shoot."]

"So? You do, do you not?" Isabella says.

"I am not sure." Emilia mutters.

"Was? Was meinen Sie?" [What? What do you mean?]

"It is a long story."

"Do you like him?" Isabella asks.

"I...do."

"Does he like you?"

Emilia did not hesitate before responding. "He does."

"And is he a nice guy?"

"He is. At least to me." Emilia smiles, as she recalled the first time she spoke to Ace over the phone.

"Then I do not see what the problem is. Wenn Sie ihn mögen und das Gefühl auf Gegenseitigkeit beruht, behandelt er Sie gut. Was ist das Problem?"

[GERMAN TRANSLATION-If you like him, and the feeling is mutual, plus, he treats you well. What is the problem?"]

Emilia did not know what to say. If she told her mother that there was a possibility her secret could be at risk then she would never be able to go back to NYC. Not for the next two years at least.

"It is nothing, really. I will handle it." Emilia does her best to avoid her mother's question. "Wie auch immer. Wir haben hier dringendere Angelegenheiten zu erledigen. Ich habe gehört, dass Carlyle der Mund verrutscht ist. Vielleicht hat er vergessen, wem er dient."

[TRANSLATE GERMAN- Anyways. We have more pressing matters at hand here. I heard Carlyle's mouth has been slipping. Maybe he has forgotten who he serves. Let us go teach him, shall we?]

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Next week...

"Capo. Abbiamo appena saputo che Carlyle è morta." Blaine informs. Ace was now at a mafia house he owns in Switz.

[Boss. We just got word that Carlyle is dead.]

"Morto? Come mai? Pensavo avesse detto che avrebbe potuto avere delle informazioni che mi piacerebbe sentire."

[Dead? How come? I thought he said he might have some info I would like to hear.]