Axis Powers Hetalia Italy Novels & Stories

Before, we were only operating in Italy but under my rule, we have covered all most two continents, both in our clean business and the underground one. No one dared defiles my rule, lest they don't live to see another day. Abramo is my assistant of course and he had never complained about that even though he was the biological son of the first leader. Now, back to the present. "I am fine Axel, enjoying my honeymoon to the fullest" he says. Oh yes! He is married. Of course, how could I have forgotten, I ordered him to kill his wife just this morning. "How's your wife and mother?" I ask.

[Alpha Two, ready to rock and roll. ‘Alpha Three, pronto.’ [Alpha Three, ready.] ‘Alpha Four, sta già seguendo Boss.’ [Alpha Four, is already tracking Boss.] ‘Alpha Five, pronta per un po' di azione Boss.’ [Alpha Five, ready for some action Boss.] ‘Alpha Six, pronto a far cadere questo fottuto principe sadico e i suoi seguaci malati Capo.’ [Alpha Six, ready to take this fucking sadist Prince and his sick followers down Boss.’

It never did—not after a kill, or close enough to one. Jake known in the pit as Milan shifted forward, glancing at Axel beside him. Both men were still in their hockey jackets, sweat from the rink mixing with the stink of the fight. They weren’t shocked. This was Rhett now. The violence had been crawling back into him for weeks. “We got word,” Jake said carefully, his voice low. “The Italians want a piece of the action. They’re asking questions about your cut.” Axel snorted. “Asking, my ass. They’re sniffing around because they think you’re too busy playing boy wonder on the ice.”

“Papa, Rossi. Is. The. Enemy. E-N-E-M-Y.” “Try questioning my intelligence again,principessa. I dare you.” Papa’s warning was stern. “Mi dispiace,Papa.” I’m sorry, Papa. But cut to the chase and frigging tell me already. “The Colombos and Rossis have deep ties from our home, Leo. The bond ofItaliais stronger than any other alliance, and the Rossis have proven to be useful in creating paths andstructures for us back at home. We have relied on each other for decades now, lending helping hands to each other.”

He steps back reassuringly holding her shoulders before acknowledging me. "Ah Sebastiano," His hands grab mine & I give a gentle nod. "Pleasure as always capo," Next came Adrian. My pain in the ass younger brother, now Alpha of my old pack. He had taken the position after I left, loyal wolves, steady leadership but his eyes always betrayed a mix of admiration & unease when they landed on me. I stood beside a female Alpha which was something he still had to reconcile. His Beta followed behind, posture rigid but attentive.

I noticed he had a scar on his right ear and one of the nails of his fingers was missing as I drooled over him. Suddenly the dimmed light brightened and I could not hold back my mumbling words of surprise. By the heavens, the Overlord was gorgeous. His aristocratic look obviously came from a Greek bloodline. I had to clench my thighs as I sat up. It was like lust zapped through me. “Miss Elise! It is a pleasure to meet you!" Carl looked at the demigoddess in front of him and groaned, his wolf howled in victory as he caught my scent.

"Don't you recognize me?" Alpha Cupid leaned forward towards Axel and scrutinized his face. He tilted his head to the side and hummed. "Were you, perhaps, my customer before?" Axel chuckled. "Fuck off, man. It's me—Axel." His eyes widened in recognition, and he stood up from his seat. "Axel? From the Silver Raven pack?" Axel nodded his head. Alpha Cupid sat down in a much more relaxed manner, and the business smile he had on his face was replaced with a relieved expression.

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.

Alpha King’s voice echoed throughout the room. He stood tall beside me, then gazed at all the guests with a determined gaze. "And more than that, we believe this power is not ordinary. This is not just the movement of one pack. It is part of a dark axis that seeks to destroy our world. This is not a war of one nation. It is a call to all who still have the courage to fight."

“Fucking nepotism gave him the role of Alpha, the same with Fenriz’s son.” I can’t help but laugh at his hatred of Creed and the Volkovs. “Ah, I forgot—You’re under the Euro Five so you would hate him. But trust me when I say, you’re better off having him as an ally than an enemy. Nepotism may have given him that role, but he’s turned it into his own. He’s no coward when it comes to dealing with enemies.” Matteo waves off my words with his hand. “Generational hatred is stronger than your words, Nero. The role of Alpha didn’t just get given to us, you know that. You had to earn your title with blood; all those with Italian blood do.”