What if Ghia’s s/o was from a country farther up north, and the much hotter Italian summer is starting to take a toll on them? And Gigi knows they’re about to lose their mind, so he decides to surprise his s/o with a snow day in July?
We have the same mind anon 💖💓Please accept the mini-fic I was working on a while ago as an answer 🥺:
GHIACCIO DRABBLE...
Once Ghiacco determined that both of you were far enough from hq to not draw unwanted attention with what he was about to do, he stopped in the middle of a beaten cobblestone path and gruffly told you to look up at the sky.
You tilted your head curiously at the odd request but did so anyway, shifting your gaze upwards towards the inky vastness above while patiently waiting for Ghiaccio to show you the "something" that he wanted to share to you this fine, irksomely warm evening.
It was a full minute before you saw it. Little by little, speckles of white slowly appeared as they made contact with the light provided by the singularly lit lamp post on the street. You gasped, your nose catching a rather large snowflake before melting into a puddle that quickly slid to the sides of your nose.
"Is this cold enough for you?"
Ghiaccio asked in his usual harsh manner but it came with a mellowness that always manifests whenever he was talking to you.
You spread your arms wide crying out your delight to the sky. You were so happy! It feels exactly what a nice winter evening would feel like in your native country and to be able to experience it in Italy in the middle of the freakin' summer leaves you in awe of Ghiaccio's abilities.
You bounded towards him excitedly and placed a chaste kiss on his cold cheeks before following up with a rushed litany of thank yous and praise. Ghiaccio was kept in place by the stiffness of his back as his mind spiraled into a frenzy at the unfamiliar act of affection placed upon him by your soft lips.
He forced his lips into a tight line before pursing them when he couldn't stop the corners from traitorously lifting themselves. He shifted his gaze to an unfinished bottle of Peroni that littered the side of the streets mumbling a "whatever" as you retreated back to continue frolicking in the artificial playground he set up just for you.
Ghiacco scratched his head feeling totally out of his element from the kiss you just gave him. He was just thankful nobody else was present to see him reduced to a lovesick puppy by a mere stupid kiss. He wouldn't have heard the end of Melone's brand of teasing or God forbid, Illuso's brand of teasing if any of them had seen it.
Little did he know, Melone and Illuso did see it and it was a sight to behold.
Formaggio let out a breath with a shake of his head, his binoculars trained on both of your figures from the abandoned car he was currently hiding in with Melone and Illuso.
"He's fucked."
He sighed as he handed the binoculars to Melone who was sitting by the passenger seat holding a bag of pretzels which he handed to Formaggio in exchange for the device. Illuso leaned excitedly from the back peering through the distance.
"How bad?"
Melone set the binoculars atop the bridge of his nose and focused on Ghiaccio's movements as he licked away the salt on his fingers, humming thoughtfully as he did. His blue-haired friend's shoulders were slack, lacking their usual tense posture as he craned his neck from left to right following your movements. He breathed in a silent call to the Gods when he watched Ghiaccio's shoulders rise and fall slowly in a sigh before he tilted his head to the side in a manner similar to when a person finds something adorable.
Di moltooo...
"Well?" Illuso prods impatiently, "How bad is it?"
"Oh he's got it bad alright," Melone whispered popping a pretzel into his mouth slowly as he catches a glimpse of flashing teeth when Ghiaccio turned slightly towards their direction. "reaaaally bad."