(Human Au)

And he says I’m so American, oh god I’m gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up.

Nico, your boyfriend, was very very very Italian. So with dating a pasta loving Vespa rider with a hot accent, you got a whole different experience than the trashy guys before him. You felt like you might just be in love for real this time.

Nico and you were at the Olive Garden for just a simple date night when you started pronouncing the pastas wrong while trying to read over the menu as the waiter got your drinks.

”Rav-a-ollie..?”

Nice chuckled as you pronounced ravioli wrong.

”your so American, Amore mio.”

Nico smiled warmly, his Italian accent sending butterflies through your stomach as he admired your features.*