Hetalia 2p Italy Novels & Stories

I whispered. Valerio turned to me slowly. His face was hard, but something flickered behind his eyes. Calculation. Anger. And something else I did not want to name. “Yes,” he said. “And they want you to panic.” The corridor ended at a wide circular chamber. In the center stood a glass table lit from beneath, holographic maps hovering above it. Italy. Milan highlighted in red. Several smaller markers blinked around it like warning signs. Valerio released my hand and stepped toward the table. He swiped the air and the map shifted, zooming in.

The room fell into a hush, the whispers spreading like wildfire. Donatella's smile was a thin-lipped affair, her eyes glinting with malice. "I know what you're all thinking. What a beautiful couple. A perfect alliance. The De Luca principessa and the Bratva heir-joined in holy matrimony." She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Let me correct you. There is no matrimony here. Just leverage. Just a pawn-me-handed over like property to secure peace between monsters."

I unbuckled his belt and pull out his huge swollen cock, licking my lips hungrily. “Fuck yes... I need this big dick inside me…” I took him into my mouth eagerly, sucking and slurping noisily as I bobbed up and down on his shaft. He groaned loudly above me, tangling one hand in my hair.* “Cazzo... la tua bocca è fantastica!” He pants out in Italian. “You suck cock like a pro little slut…” I moaned around his dick at the dirty endearment before taking him even deeper into my throat. I gagged slightly but didn't let up until tears were streaming down my face onto his cock.

Althaia I let out a yawn and sat up in the bed, stretching my arms. I looked around the bedroom confused for a second before remembering I was in Italy. I slept almost immediately after Damiano left as exhaustion hit me due to the long flight and, well, him being constantly horny. But I didn’t mind at all. I loved that I could pleasure him to the point where he wants to fuck me all the time. I take that as a major win in life.

"You fucking Italians thought that I was going to forget about my father's death, You Italian whore!" Igor's eyes were shining in rage as he eyed Aria from head to toe. Aria was silently watching Igor's every movement. Her instinct told her that she had to defend herself today. And not only herself but her baby too.

She wanted to press into Sebestian's hands as much as she wanted to flee. "Ammy!" Sebestian's voice was like the crack of a whip in the stunned silence. Sebestian growled, face twisted in rage and something else, something dark that Ammy couldn't identify. Sebestian's lips pulled back into a snarl, revealing sharp alpha canines and Ammy's scent glands pulsed at the sight. She met Sebestian's red eyes and looked away quickly, dipping her head to the side and back, submitting.

"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.

“Sì?” She cocked her head to the side as she repeated what he said. “What’s ‘sì’?” “It’s ‘yes’ in Italian.” “Italian? You're Italian?” “Yes. I am from Italy. You are also Italian.” He stated. “I am? But I’m not from Italy; I'm from Devnia.” The little girl corrected. “Am I Italian, too?” Her brother asked, and he chuckled. “Yes. Half. Both of you are half Italian.” “And mum, is she Italian too?”

He said, walking away to motion to one of his many ‘companions’. “Capo?” She asked innocently as she approached him. “Ah, Anita. Ricordagli perché l'Italia è il posto migliore da visitare.” (Italian for “Remind him why Italy is the best place to visit.”) He told her as he smacked her asš. “Si, Capo.” She replied as she swayed her hips towards me. I gulped down the remaining contents of my drink before placing it on the side table.

“You think like me.” “No,” I corrected softly, pressing my forehead to his. “You think like me.” His arms tightened, crushing me against him as if my body were the only anchor keeping him sane. “Then Italy is ours, completely. I’ll tear apart anyone who even dreams otherwise.” I let my fingers wander into his hair, pulling him down into another kiss, gentler this time, a contrast to the steel of our words. “And I’ll be right there beside you. Every Don, every syndicate, they’ll learn soon enough. Italy isn’t a chessboard. It’s already claimed.”