2p Hetalia Italy Novels & Stories

The room fell into a hush, the whispers spreading like wildfire. Donatella's smile was a thin-lipped affair, her eyes glinting with malice. "I know what you're all thinking. What a beautiful couple. A perfect alliance. The De Luca principessa and the Bratva heir-joined in holy matrimony." She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Let me correct you. There is no matrimony here. Just leverage. Just a pawn-me-handed over like property to secure peace between monsters."

Not in Italy. Right?

But when they opened the fridge, it was full of desserts. Helena suddenly appeared behind them, slamming the fridge shut. She set two boxes of chocolate-covered cookies in front of the twin pups and spoke in Italian, “Remember the Italian I taught you? These are Italian desserts. You two need to get used to this kind of food.” The twin pups ate the cookies without saying a word. Eva noticed her messy hair. She ran to Helena and hugged her. “Helena, my hair is all messy. Can you braid it for me? Like my mommy does. You can do it, right?”

He gave her his background: “He’s an Italian.” Claudine’s heart dropped, the sexual tension instantly replaced by a cold dread. An Italian. Hades looked deep into her eyes, still swaying her in the Kompa. “You said the Italians are the ones who sent you, hmm?” But Claudine didn’t answer. She just kept looking at him, a silent plea in her gaze. “I need you to work your magic through Vito,” Hades continued, his voice calm, but with an undercurrent of menace. His hand slowly moved to grab her throat, forcing her to look at him. “I need you to get whatever information you can from him.”

This wasn’t a dream… “Oh, God,” Hailee gasped. “Alessandro… No!” “Sì, piccola… (Italian for ‘yes, baby’)” He was suddenly looming over her, his face dark with passion, mouth full and moist from the mayhem he had just been creating with his tongue. “You’re mine… All mine…”

We hear someone clear their voice behind us prompting us to turn around. Alex smiles when we do. "Katie, this is Alpha Michael Hades and my sister Julisa Hero, they are fated mates. Alex says with a smile in Katie's direction. "It's lovely to meet you both. Julisa, I have heard so much about you." Katie says nodding at us with a smile. "It's lovely to meet you as well Katie, all good I hope?" I say smiling back. "Of course, Alex never had anything bad to say about his sister." Katie says giggling. I giggle with her. "It's lovely to meet you as well." Michael says wrapping his arm around my side with a smile in her direction.

It seems like a serious passionate discussion. One of them looks at Harley, “Harley, qual è la tua opinione sul pegging?” The Aussie’s ears perk up. “Pegging, I heard pegging.” “Um, non credo di averne uno. Forse Vanessa ha più esperienza. English, please, even if it’s about pegging, Christ.” Harley speaks Italian like a native? Impressive. Harley looks at me with a mouth full of pancakes and I resist the urge to lick the maple syrup off her lips.

Haley looked towards the ceiling as if wondering how it would work herself. "We can also have another code word, so that when you say it to me, I have to say it back. To prove I am me. That I'm not the other Damian." I explain. She gently bobbed her head back in forth in agreement. "What about 'per sempre' and 'sempre'? Haley asks, looking at me. "What does that mean?" "It means forever and always in Italian." I can't help but smile at her suggestion. "I love that." I say, nuzzling her nose.

Alpha Asher says, with a blank face. It is hard to get a clear reading of him, and his pink hair is becoming quite a distraction. Of all colors to dye your hair, what Alpha in his right mind would choose pink? “As I said before, I’m Alpha Vincenzo of the Forza Nelle Tenebre Pack-” I begin, only to be cut off by Alpha Asher. “Well, that’s a super fancy name. Problem is, I don’t know any Italian. Mind translating that for me, Vinny?” He smirks cockily as he crosses his arms and kicks his bare feet, which are covered in a layer of dirt, up on the table.

TWENTY-ONE CAMILE By the time it was the weekend and we had to leave Italy, I couldn't even remember the number of orgasms Kael and Arlo had wrung from my body. And each one more soul-shattering than the last, leaving me raw and sated in ways I have never imagined. Italy had remade me, not just with scenery and gelato-sweet distractions, but through the relentless way these two powerful men… two powerful Alphas claimed every inch of me.