Italy X Reader: Cloud Gazing

Gondola Ride~

(I'm sorry if I spelt Gondola wrong!!!)
 
We got all of our suit cases, and just set them messily stacked in Italy's mansion, because we has way more important things to do than just  unpack while it was still day light! We walked out if Italy's mansion.

"Would you like to go on a gondola ride, bella~?" Italy asked cheerfully.

"Gondola?" I asked, not completely sure what a Gondola was.

"Like a boat ride! They're always in those romantic movies!" Italy attempted to explain. (If you still don't know what it is Google it)

"Oh okay, sure I'd love to, Italy!" I smiled

~time skip, you're in the middle of your boat ride~

Italy occasionally paddled the boat, and I looked around, amazed at the beauty of it all.
Italy then sat across from me.

"Beautiful, isn't it, Y/N?" Italy smiled, and looked deep into my eyes.

I turned my head and look at him. "Yeah..." I blushed, and smiled.

"Thank you, I hope I can visit your country someday... It's probably so much pretty than mine..." Italy blushed.

"Why would you say that?"

"Well, you're so beautiful~"

We slowly leaned closer towards one another.

"Italy, you're too kind..." I blushed more.

"Don't be embarrassed by your beauty..."

"I-... I'm sorry I guess I've never really gotten so many kind complements from someone before..."

"Well you better get used to it, because I love everything about you, and I'll never stop telling you everything I love about you~"

We were about to kiss... But then a tomato hit me in my face. We both screamed in shock, and jumped back.

"Oh! Y/N, are you okay?" Italy yelled, very concerned, like I was shot with a bullet instead of a tomato.

"Hahaha, yeah..." I said, trying to wipe tomato off my face.

We then both look towards a swearing, and dancing Romano...

"Hahahaha, stay away from my brother you bit-" Romano yelled, but Italy started talking over his brothers swears,

"Sorry about that, bella~! Don't listen to him... He's a bit overprotective... I'm honestly surprised Romano is being more protective than Germany..." Italy said flustered.

"It's okay Italy, you don't need to apologize..." I smile, with tomato juice running down my face.

"Here let me get that for you, so it won't get on your dress." Italy said kindly, as he took off his jacket and used it as a rag, and wiped off the rest of the tomato off of my face.
"Hey there you are Y/N!" Italy laughed, and he finally got all of the tomato off of my face.

"T-thank you Italy..." I blushed as I looked at his thin tank top.

"No problem!" Italy cheered. "Oh look, it's the end of our ride, but don't worry it isn't the end of the day, I have a great day planned for us!" Italy grinned, and held my hand.