Hetalia 2p Italy Novels & Stories

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.

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.

A guard helps him with the stairs as his weight causes him a bit of difficulty. "Sono felice di annunciare che 2 famiglie forti d'Italia diventeranno ancora più forti grazie a questa alleanza" (I'm happy to announce that 2 strong families of Italy will become more stronger by this alliance) he claps his hand to which everyone joins, I too clap whole heartedly as Lucia and Gio walk upto the stage. Lucia is blushing hard, while Gio has maintained his composed posture.

“Because you’re still dripping for me, sweetheart. You’re walking around with my cock print still in you. I made you come so hard last time, I know your pussy’s spoiled. You think Alex can handle that greedy little cunt now?” I made a noise. A strangled, inhuman one. I didn’t even recognize myself anymore. “Stephano, for the last time, I’m not doing this. I am not going to Italy with you. I am so done with you and your delusions.” “Good,” he replied, silky smooth. “Then this trip will be easy. We’ll focus on business. You’ll sit beside me, take my notes, look pretty for the press. And I’ll do my best not to whisper filthy things in your ear about bending you over the terrace and making you

I lay on his chest as we talked . The only light in the room was the tv that was facing our bed . "Teach me some Italian" I chirped , playing with his hand that rested on my waist , pulling me closer to him . "Mm okay" he lay on his other arm . "Cagna is a female dog" . His accent changed when he spoke Italian , it got deeper . "Cagna" I repeated , getting a nod off of Ace . "Sole is the sun" . The words just rolled off tongue like it was effortless. "Sole" i grinned , knowing I pronounced it wrong . "Sad is triste" he rolled his R . I attempted to copy him but he chuckled at me when I failed .

I grumbled. “Demands?” “Yeah, the demand for me impregnating Tania! Can you believe?” Dania, understanding the gravity of the situation, extended a helping hand. “Oh, I’m so sorry for that, Alpha. I didn’t expect that is the letter from the pack office. about. If you want, I can take care of it, Alpha. You have enough on your plate, and I know how important it is to maintain the balance within the pack." "In fact," I retorted in frustration, "they also want to help me about my Goddamn plans for an heir. Maybe you should enlighten them and tell them when you plan to have a child with your husband."

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.

"What do I see now?" Alexa was really scared. She reversed her body, until she bumped into a small child who was eating raw meat. Seeing this, Alexa screamed. "Hey, what are you doing? Don't shout here!" scolded an old man who was currently behind Alexa. "What is this place exactly?" asked Alexa in a trembling voice. “Of course we are in the territory of the Kingdom of Italy,” replied the old man. “Since when did the Italian state have a kingdom system? Hasn't it turned into a republic long ago?" asked Alexa to herself.

If it wasn't about to turn me mad, then, of course, why not? "Matteo, get down from that table right now before you hurt yourself," Obediently he did jump from the table but to the arms of the chair, going further to pull his sister up to himself. "All I'm saying is," Char picked up the conversation, "We need something strong to tell Italy that La belle exists," "But how?" "Don't ask me that; your husband is the president of the fuvking country; you've got a part of the world under your feet; make use of it" Knowing me, she added, "Enough of the pride."

Bella asked him sharply soon she forgot about the punishment he gave her before. “You look like a clown” Augustus said indifferently and started eating. Bella sat on the table, “tua moglie è una ragazza alta,“ (Your wife is a tall girl) She murmured angrily under her breath. She thought speaking in Italian won’t catch August’s attention but next moment Augustus narrowed his eyes on her, “What did you say?”