2p Hetalia Italy Novels & Stories

_____________________ hi my lovelies just two more chapters left, I know this chapter isn't making sense and you are probably wondering why it's been included but what's about to happen in the next chapter is the reason why they are in Italy. lots of love faiyth

Helmut asks and Peeta sighs deeply. "Am I being honest with you, sir?" asks Peeta. "As honest as possible." "You ruined things in the most stupidly painful way." Peeta says and Helmut, nods. "My biggest curse is being an idiot. From that curse I have not been able to escape" Helmut whispers and then gets up and leaves. Aitana returns home and the first thing she sees is her twins with their arms crossed, staring at their mother, to the point of scaring her.

My pulse hitched. “Where?” I typed back immediately, my fingers trembling slightly. His reply was cryptic, as always: “Italy.” “Italy?” I replied, disbelief slicing through me. “How do you know this?” Paolo’s answer was maddeningly vague. “I have my sources.” “Sources? Be specific, Paolo.” I felt the familiar surge of irritation that came whenever he played these games. “Rome. She’s in Rome.” I ran a hand through my hair.

Garcia and I had a suspicion that it was more organized than random rogues so we agreed this meeting would be beneficial. He informed me that the Alpha’s from Italy and Germany were coming in today and the Alpha from France would be here in the morning. There were a dozen other packs in Europe but these were the largest, all of us having over 1000 members and so we figured we would start with us. If we are all on the same page then we can help the smaller packs if needed. “I must warn you, Alpha Lorenzo of Italy took a mate,” Garcia tells me. “Took a mate?” Car asks him, as confused as I with the terminology chosen.

In the last ten years, there have been no more tiny and cute baby births in the Kingdom of Italy. "Wow, that king is really evil. Just watch out if I see him again, I'll..." "Are you sure you dare to fight against the lycan king with that weak body of yours?" Berta interrupted Alexa's words. Alexa just smiled, then returned to continue her cooking activities.

Yeah, Talia could see how the hypocrisy could be amusing. “Hold up. You left the office like the devil was nipping at your ass to find Delicioso about your proposal, so… it’s him isn’t it?” Talia took a frustrated sip out of her martini glass and said, “He’s Italian.” “Reigning from the same hot species. Is it him or not?” she shot back. Talia cleared her throat, turned her head away to the side, her left hand rising to rub at her cheek and ear. She jumped when Carrie screamed, quickly turning to face her.

"Am I okay with it, are you kidding, that's the best news you could give me, just when I thought I couldn't love you anymore, you tell me you're going to give me another child." "So, are you happy?". "I am more than happy, there is just one more thing that will make this day absolutely perfect." "Does it involve your member being inside me?" she laughs. "Of course it does, again and again and again until you moan with pleasure and even then, I will give you more much more." "My principessa, my woman, my wife I love you Fiorella." "I love you Lorenzo, my Italian Devil." E N D ******************************

Nikita sniffed and looked at Aleksandr with tearful eyes as she moved and held his hand. "I want those Italians to pay for their sins. I want them to pay in blood for what they did, Aleksandr. They attacked our honour again and again. But this time they should suffer for it." Aleksandr turned his gaze to her and gave her a dark smile. "I always make my enemies suffer unimaginable consequences, Tetushka." He said removing her hand from his arm and walking to his room. . . . "What have you done?" Aria demanded her brother.

She asked, gaily. " No, you're not. As a matter of course, there's still a lot more for you to see!!" She giggled merrily, turning her attention to the window so she can view the city from on high. It was marvelous!! _____________ The trip was a short one and as Althea descended from the helicopter, she kept on grinning from ear to ear, not believing that she's in Italy. They were led into the car and Draco, being their driver for the night, drove them through the busy city of Italy. It was beautiful.

Domenico released her hand and rested both hands on his knees, his posture formal and decisive. “As the new Don of the Italian house, and as your brother, I formally acknowledge Vladimir Volkov as your husband and equal partner. The Russian-Italian alliance is not a temporary treaty signed in blood. It is a true union, forged in fire, and secured by the birth of our new generation.”