2p Hetalia Italy Novels & Stories

"Thank you, Stephen. What would I do without you guys?" "Well, we cannot let the princess of the family fail. We got your back," Cali raised his glass, and the Donovan siblings made a toast for Fabe's new beginning. Shortly, the pilot announces their arrival in Italy. "Italy. The place that gave me my happiness and the place of my sorrow," Fabe looked at the view from the window.

At least that was what she thought. "Why are you doing this?" She muttered. She held his hands and tried to release her self from his choking grip. She kept her eyes on him, ready to act on any suspicious movement. "Enough already! It's past midnight and soon we will be in Italy, so come on now and make my night count!" The priest lamented out of frustration. "Italy?" Dale questioned in disbelief and smiled. "You think I'm a joke? What the hell is funny about that?" He argued at her sudden change in behavior.

The fact that he knew my name sent goosebumps sprouting on my skin, still, I shook my head, trying to draw him out with a conversation and hopefully hatch an escape plan. My response displeased him. His lips curled in distate, making him look even more villainous and serpentine. "Of course. You Italians think you run the show around here. Well, allow me to educate you, Bianca-" he said, his voice dripping with fake cheer, "the way you Italians have the Cosa Nostra is the same way we the Polish have the Braterstwo. We're the brotherhood and you do not want to know how many of my brothers have been killed by your Andre and his men."

He finally gave me a big smile and a nod, before introducing me to everyone else. No one stepped forward to shake my hand or do the three kisses here, they all just gave big smiles and nods. Was that just an in Italy thing? Or is it due to respect, as Dario is higher in the pecking order or am I overthinking it because I am so used to Ma, Kate and the others. I met his wife, Paola, two sons, Sebastiano also known as Ant and Alessandro, known as Les, and the other cousins, Gus, Fab and Ben.

“Sì?” She cocked her head to the side as she repeated what he said. “What’s ‘sì’?” “It’s ‘yes’ in Italian.” “Italian? You're Italian?” “Yes. I am from Italy. You are also Italian.” He stated. “I am? But I’m not from Italy; I'm from Devnia.” The little girl corrected. “Am I Italian, too?” Her brother asked, and he chuckled. “Yes. Half. Both of you are half Italian.” “And mum, is she Italian too?”

So still it was like her body forgot how to breathe. Italy. Her mind flashed violently to the hospital. To the ICU lights. To Damian’s broken voice. To Lysandra’s face. To the corridor where she’d walked away. To the name Damian Blackwell, fresh on Nikolai’s tongue like it meant nothing. Sera forced herself to swallow. Her smile stayed on her lips, but it was no longer warm. It was careful. “…Italy?” she echoed, voice too light. Nikolai nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! Our teacher said it’s educational. We’ll see history and museums and eat pizza and pasta and...”

with that he made to move but I halted him. “Italy” “What?” “Henry and the kids are in Italy” I answered again and he walked back to me, “you are more sly than I thought Ayita” he grabbed my hand, “we will go to Italy together and pray those kids are fine by the time I get there” Like that he dragged me out of the cafe and into his car. This was not how I pictured everything, I thought my life was going to be rosy after I left but it was in total chaos up until this moment and I just don’t know how to deal with it.

I didn’t even want to think of how things were going to go when we went home, and I knew that we were going to have to do so soon enough, staying in Rome was not part of the plan and any delays that were to occur were most likely to cause a little stir. “I take it that the two of you managed to have a nice rest,” Alaric said, throwing a bunch of scrolls on the dining table. Dante raised an eyebrow at the man, and I shook my head in question, watching as he opened one of them. The word Phoenix was written at the top of it. Valerie shook her head in question, and I looked down at the scroll to notice that it was written in Latin. “What is this?” Valerie asked, shaking her head in question.

He had to play his last triumph card when he will see that father-daughter duo crying on their knees begging him for his mercy but would he show it? No, he would be the same heartless bastard that they were to him once. _____________________________________ The Italian is from G****e translation so don't mind. The next will be updated soon keep on liking and commenting, and keep on following me here and on I*******m it's mirah_selim Till the next adios

came a rich voice from the other side of the door. The servant opened the door, and I wanted to gasp. This man had no shame, he was balls deep in Tiffany’s pussy and was pounding into her. “Cara mia, swallow my cock whole with that tight pussy of yours.” He groaned as her tits bounced underneath him. Then directed at us he said, “I’ll be with you three in a minute.” All we could do was stand there as this Italian man claimed her pussy right in front of us. I could smell that he was a hybrid, too. The only one of us that stood any kind of chance against him was Zepher.