2p Hetalia Italy Novels & Stories

The rich flavor coats my tongue before sliding down my throat, warming my insides. “My name is Mattia Bianchi. Many things have changed, young man. It’s time you knew exactly why you are here.” The name sounds familiar, which means he’s either notorious- usually not for good reasons- or he’s an alpha of another pack. The man literally screams look at me, I am in charge, so more than likely an alpha. My next assumption would be of a pack somewhere in Italy based on the accent, but there are six of them that I know of. No way of knowing which he belongs to, especially since I still don’t know exactly where I am.

I look up at Daniel, a smile on my face. “She is” He nods, looking ahead as we cross the street. We take some pictures, a permanent smile on my face. Italy is absolutely breathtaking and everything I had ever dreamed of. The aura of the people here is so different from anything back home. The smell of the fresh pizza and pasta is mouth watering. The water is a figment of my imagination. The roads and buildings look like paintings or something out of a movie. “What’s going through your head?” Daniel bumps my shoulder.

"But you do know you're out of their league, right? You could do much better than these idiots." "Oh, trust me, I know," I decided to play along. My mates laughed, and Dante's expression shifted to something resembling a smile. Hayes, Zylon, Tate, Dante, and Callum have been friends for years. Dante is the alpha of a mighty pack, while Callum serves as the beta.

The kind of grin that made my knees weaken and my brain forget how to function. "You smell like Matteo." The name sent a shiver down my spine, and I stepped back. "And you are?" He tilted his head, still smiling, but there was something sharp behind his eyes. "Calix, Calix Del Piero." Another Del Piero? My throat went dry. "Let me guess," I muttered. "You're the second alpha?" His grin widened. "So, Matteo already told you about us?" "He told me I'm some kind of shared chew toy between three overgrown dogs."

"He is the Alpha of Crescent Moon Pack and President of De Luca Corporation, an Italian multinational corporation that designs and manufactures athletic and casual footwear, apparel, and accessories, headquartered in Rome, Italy." "Where is Rome, Italy?" "Rome is the capital of Italy. I will show you where Italy is on the map tomorrow," I said before adding, "Now, it’s time to sleep." "Mamma, does De Luca also mean DL?" "Hmm," "Woah! I didn’t know I was using my own company’s shoes. That’s cool. I can't wait to share the same with others." He chirped, and I looked at him in shock. His company?

I reciprocated with a smile, casting my eyes around the room, unsure of how best to convey my thoughts and emotions in that moment. With a composed tone, I responded, "Italy is truly amazing. I recently visited Taormina, and it was a captivating frontier to explore." I couldn't help but wonder what Papa was anticipating, considering his cunning nature. I hoped my answer would meet his expectations. "Interesting," Papa replied, nodding his head as his gaze shifted towards Antonio. Antonio maintained his composure, engrossed in his food. I wasn't quite sure what he was eating; it was a dish I had never seen before.

One of my friends that are in on the bet had called me to ask about how it’s all going, thankfully Gabriella doesn’t speak Italian. The call - L - Cosa vuoi che faccia Deigo? Sono allo stupido appuntamento non posso chiamarti ora (What do you want Diego? I’m on the stupid date I can’t call you now) D - Sempre educato come sempre. Comunque solo chiamando per vedere come sta andando con la cagna americana? (Still as polite as ever i see. Anyway just calling to see how it’s going with the american bitch?)

The owners are pack members, who joined from Italy, this is real food. “Another stupid American asks why the Alfredo is not ‘creamy’” Mamá says as she brings us menus. “Restaurants here ruin good food.” “Can I get my pizza please,” Zach asks her with a little pout. “My best friend is teasing me about my sister.” “Oh, little Alpha,” Mamá pulls his head to her chest in a motherly squeeze. “Is the Beta being mean to my Alpha?” “Yes, Mamá,” Zach plays it up.

he reproached me, "How is she? Is she pretty? Hawaiian? Those women move those hips like crazy, now I feel bad for having to end your trip like this.” "She's Italian," I interrupted trying to look serious, "And she's beautiful, but I don't have pictures since I didn't take my phone with me...” "F******k," he said taking out his phone, "Tell me her name." “I don’t have face...” "I know you don't, but the rest of the world does and I know she won’t be the exception." "Her name is Helena Conti," I said reluctantly seeing my friend typing furiously. “That last name sounds familiar to me… Oh, she got it private, fucking shit.”

"Follow me" DELIZIOSA ITALIAN RESTUARANT I wonder with what right he calls me rich when his dad is the owner of the country's largest Italian Restaurant chain!! He looked like such a simpleton. Turns out you can't judge a book by its cover. "Pablo, puoi portami della birra?" Fred boomed to a tall guy with a very feminine structure. The guy bowed and said, "Si Signore" and quickly disappeared from the sight "Grazie" Fred called to him from behind