TMNT 2012/14/16: Leonardo X Reader One-Shots & Boyfriend Scenarios

Un Piccolo Consiglio

#A.N.: Heya! So for this one-shot, I decided that y'all will be foreigners going to NYC for the first time!
In this one, y'all be Italians, but feel free to leave in the comments which country you'd like me to do next!
NOTE: I'll do my best to be as culturally accurate to each nationality, but there might be some stereotypes in the end. Still, I hope you like it!

Your POV

"Wow. I've never seen so many people in one place like this before. Che figo! (How awesome!)" You say as you twirl around in your spot.

It's your first time in the Big Apple, and you're right in the middle of the Times Square. You almost can't keep up with everything that's going on around you. People walking all different directions with bags wrapped around their arms, some are dancing on the street, and some are performing crazy stunts while others are recording with their cellphones and photographic cameras, there are even people wearing costumes!

You just got out of the two-story M&M store and are currently trying to figure out whether to eat the chocolate, take videos and pictures of the performers or simply walk around exploring more of the local stores and restaurants.

"Y/n! Slow down!" Your friend and guide shouts as she/he tries to catch up to you. When that happens, you beam at your friend.

"(F/n - Friend's name)! Isn't this wonderful? Even on Italy's biggest as most famous touristic points there was never this amount of people in one place. Isn't it wonderful?"

"Yeah, yeah, you're excited, I get it. But are you sure that you've never seen this many people in one place?"

"Not that I noticed. The buildings here are so much taller, maybe that's why. È ancora fantastico! (It's still amazing!)"

"*Chuckles* Okay, tourist. How about I take you to an Italian restaurant? Bet you're going to love it."

You turn to your friend with a frown. "Are you sure that's a good idea? Because last time you remember last time you made me eat your Italian food. I ate it, and 10 minutes later I was throwing up."

"Yes, yes, yes, I know. But don't worry. You'll like this one. I'll make sure of it."

"In bocca al lupo. (Good luck.) Y'know, good thing I brought some snacks before heading out. Though your food is really... Qual è la parola? ... Unto... Unto, unto... (What's the word? ... Greasy... Greasy, greasy...)"

"Okay, enough insulting my culture, let's go eat. Besides, I know a restaurant that its chef is Italian."

Her/His comment makes you let out a relieved sigh. "Oh grazie a Dio. Per un secondo ho pensato che il mio viaggio fosse finito. (Oh, thank God. For a second I thought my trip was over.)"

Timeskip

"Mannaggia... (Damn...) I knew this would happen. Chef italiano, che stronzate. E ha anche avuto il coraggio di dire che era una ricetta di famiglia. Vergognoso. (Italian chef, what bullshit. And he even had the gall to say it was a family recipe. Shameful.)" You say as you are grasping your stomach as it hurts.

You and your friend went to said Italian restaurant, but you couldn't be more offended and filled with regret. You didn't even eat half of the thing they served you and it was enough to cause a turmoil in your intestines.

To make things worse, you're feeling dizzy and it's obvious by now that you lost your way through the streets. Your friend has left you since some personal business showed up and she/he had to leave.

"Ugh, I'll kill her/him next time we meet. Questa è una promessa. (That is a promise.)"

You stumble and hold your knees for support, your arms still full of the bags you got from the stores earlier. Soon enough you find yourself leaning on a random wall for extra support.