2p Hetalia Italy 소설 & 이야기

The deep masculine voice says from the call end. "Hello Pablo." He says with a slight grin on his face. *NOTE: The Italian language would be interpreted into English, in brackets.* "I received your offer and Lo adoro (I love it)." William smiles, "I'm glad you do, so do we have a deal?" "Of course we do. Considerami il tuo compagno di vita (Consider me your life partner.) William chuckles, "Thank you Pablo. Tu fai la tua parte e io farò la mia.(You just do your part, and I’ll do mine.)"

Smirking I nodded as I lowered my cup into the sink, “Before yesterday I would have believed you, but unfortunately for me, it seems the goddess is taking the piss out on me for some unknown reason, because not only did she give me two fated mates, but she also made sure they were both twins.” “You’re not joking around are you?” Davies asked now deeply concerned. Shaking my head I scoffed, “I wish I was man, it’s called a triquetra, at least that’s what Addi called it.” “And this tri- whatever it’s called is the reason you have two mates?” Sighing I threw my hands up in the air, “Man I don’t know, I don’t even know what it all means. All I do know is that I have two fated mates, one who want

If I would have been that you were going to find your mate at the graduation I never would have made a deal with him. Just exactly who is this Alpha in Italy? I ask him. His name is Alpha Valentino Marelli and he is one of the most fearsome and ruthless Alpha's there is. He even scares the living daylights out of me. Do you mean to tell me that some Alpha from Italy who we haven't heard of scares you? I said to my father. Yes, he does scare me, he kind of sounds like he's from the Italian Mafia too.

Aliyah also noticed how this man's English was laced with so much heavy Italian accent. "Let's just say I decided to try something new" Pearl started with a smile on his face. "And i presume this must be your gorgeous Mate" Lorenzo turned to look at Aliyah with that same smile had on which want to make Aliyah puke "Yes, this is Aliyah and Aliyah, this is Alberto Lorenzo, he works as the head of all newspapers here in Italy" Aliyah shook the hands of the man who seemed to not take his eyes off her, making her resolve within herself that he was certainly a creep.

She rolled her eyes, turning around and smiling again. "I have to look my best in my dream country." She mumbled, walking past him to the car. As far as he was concerned Italy to some people was meant only for the Mafia, the gangs, and Glades. "Why is Italy your dream country? You did say it was because of me, right?" He asked as they got into the car. "Yes, it was." She answered nonchalantly. "Why?" "Because every time you made me cry I was so determined to join the Mafia and make you pay. I did imagine skinning you alive and burning your flesh... dipping the catapelta into your knee and spurting out blood from your lungs..and..."

Anna smirked wider, seeing her reaction which said that she understood who the person is! "Why can't he run behind some Italian girl? Why is he behind me? I am not even that beautiful!" She complained, feeling bad because of their only VIP customer who keeps coming often just to see her. "Girl, count yourself lucky, he isn't just any man. He is Alessandro De Luca, the whole Italy is mad about him and you want to ignore that drool-worthy man." Anna said, getting shocked by her behavior. "I can't even pronounce his name correctly, Alisaa what?" She asked, trying to remember the spelling to pronounce it correctly.

Speaking perfect Italian Conner stood and walked cockily down to stand on the other side of the dance floor followed by Callum, ‘Dove si trova’ [Where is she?] Callum asked equally as fluently as his twin, ‘Non vogliamo problemi, basta restituircela e lasceremo il paese. Lei è di nostra proprietà’ [We don’t want trouble, just give her back to us and we’ll leave the country. She is our property]

Hearing this voice and footsteps, I raise my head and watch the dark hair, transparent grey eyes, plain black bodysuit, meek face that leans forward to look at me in the eye. “Here..." I slowly grab the black handkerchief and wipe my running nose and eyes. He looks deep into my eyes. “What a rebellious look, she looks like my aunt's child, she holds so many similarities to Yasmine at home, a simple disagreement and she will make trouble.” He sniffs and remove his suit and circle it around my body. He stands firm and looks around. “Pazzi” “This is Adonis Dellucci, and they hold a huge position in Milan. We cannot cause the two families to fall out in disgraced because of this good for nothing

But I knew perfectly well that I can only ask so much. “I don't know…” I muttered timidly. “Because you enjoyed it. You want more, don't you, naughty Bella?” he growls, the bulge in his pants growing bigger as it slides between my butt cheeks. I remain silent, as my body feels torn between chaos and conundrum. “But as they say in these parts of Italy, "Paganini, don't repeat!” He turns me around, squeezes my ass, kneading and patting it again and walks me to the door.