WARNINGS; NONE. Just pure fluff.
For your two year anniversary, Bucky decided that the two of you should go somewhere new. You've never left New York and Bucky saw it as a great way to take you somewhere new. And so, the two of you visited Italy. But beforehand, you took it upon yourself to learn a bit of Italian, hoping to be able to speak fluently once the two of you were in Italy.
"Hello, what can I get you?" The waiter grinned as he approached your table. "Dovró spaghetti con salsa marinara e ti prego di acqua," (Dovró spaghetti with marinara sauce and please water) you answered hesitantly before handing him the menu, Buckys eyes growing wide as the waiter responded. "Certo. Sei di italia?" (Sure. Are you from Italy?) "No, io sono di America. Sismo in viaggio," (No, I'm from American. We are traveling.) you grinned sheepishly before the waiter nodded at you and turned towards Bucky. "And what will you be having?" He questioned in plain English.
After the two of you ordered, Bucky leaned on his elbows, a questioning look on his features. "What the hell was that?" "I just.. learned a bit of Italian, that's all," you shrugged. "It's hot," he smirked before the two of you kissed, the waiter clearing his throat, interrupting the two of you.
(I apologise if any translations are wrong, I got them from google)
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