Hetalia Antonio Novels & Stories

The night prior had seen me tossing and turning, a turbulent sea of thoughts churning within me as I contemplated the impending encounter with Antonio, my betrothed. Antonio Luca, a name that carried with it an aura of dread and an air of mystique. Over the months leading up to this juncture, I had delved into the depths of research concerning this enigmatic figure. My findings, culled from various sources including newspapers, painted a haunting portrait of a man rumored to have single-handedly taken the lives of fifteen individuals, earning him the chilling moniker "The Death Angel of Doom." Though official channels may have debunked these claims, my intuition whispered a truth that refuse

said Catrine again. Antonio rose from his seat. "You're leaving?" asked the girl quickly. "Yeah, I don't think there's anything important to talk about," Antonio said, leaving Catrine alone. "So cold, his attitude is exactly like Han Zoku." Catrine grumbled, so she enjoyed herself that dinner. Antonio, who was driving the car, looked thoughtful. He who has absolutely no desire to get married must do something. "What do you think of Catrine? She's pretty isn't she?" As soon as he entered the main door, his mother immediately bombarded him with questions he didn't want to answer.

"You made it." I smiled back, feeling a flicker of excitement. "Of course," I replied. "Wouldn't miss it for the world." Don Antonio stepped out of the car, his gaze fixed on Dr. Jeremy. He extended a hand. "Don Antonio Bavarish," he introduced himself, his voice smooth and controlled. Dr. Jeremy shook his hand, his eyes filled with curiosity. "Dr. Jeremy," he replied. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Don Antonio's eyes narrowed slightly. "The pleasure is all mine," he said, his voice laced with a hint of possessiveness.

I answered and walked away not giving her the chance to say more. “What a poor little rat.” She muttered as she stomped away. I got to my room and lay on my bed as the evening's event occupied my mind. Don Antonio was terrible. If cruel isn't the word to use then there must be something more. I know for sure that he is a devil in disguise, a ruthless demon, a monster. He's handsome too. My mind added and I groaned. I still couldn't believe he placed his lips on mine even if it was for a split second.

Lowering my hand, I smiled and slowly drew a cross over my chest. 'Goodnight, my former love. 'Go to hell with your mistress.' … The next morning, Dom delivered the report. Antonio was ambushed on his way to the docks. Shot multiple times, he died on the spot. Allegedly, the attackers were from a rival family working with Sofia. At the end of the report was a photograph. Antonio lay on the ground with eyes wide open, staring at the sky. I set the report down and looked out the window.

"Don Antonio, you promised you'd stay with me today, didn't you?" She wrapped her arms around his, whining and pouting just like she always did, before launching into a list of complaints about Natalina. In the past, Antonio would have silently allowed it whenever she made such comments. But today, something in him snapped, and he violently threw her hand off his arm. Even he found his reaction strange, too. He couldn't bear hearing anyone speak ill of Natalina. Hearing those words filled him with an unbearable, suffocating irritation. As he looked at Aurora standing before him, Natalina's face flashed across his mind. He was suddenly consumed by a desperate, frantic urge to see Natalina and

“Anytime, whelp. You think you’re the indestructible la Bestia, but you’re nothing.” I thought maybe his words would rile Domenico, but instead he sat there, a deep chuckle from that wicked grin. “You’re all talk, Antonio. You always have been. A hothead with a gun. How many of your episodes have I had to clean up? How many of your whores have I had to make disappear?” “That’s your job as the help.” Domenico leaned back, the smile never dropping. “Go on, princess.” I turned back to Antonio. “And what do you do? For the family?”

Another knock came, Antonio made an irritated sound deep in his chest and then without moving away from me, he raised his voice a little as he said, “Go away.” At first I thought it’d be Ephraim but then Mario’s voice filtered in and I couldn't help but cringe. “It’s close to one in the afternoon, you need to eat!” Antonio grumbled something in Italian then replied back, “I don't need food.” Looking back at me, he murmured softly, “I have only one hunger and my little slût here can take care of that.”

Together, they would stand against the forces of corruption and betrayal that threatened to tear their family apart. As he gathered his allies and prepared to confront his enemies, Antonio felt a sense of determination wash over him. He knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, but he was ready to face whatever challenges came his way. For he was Antonio Valencia, the heir to the Valencio estate, and he would not rest until his family's honor had been restored and their legacy secured for generations to come.

“I understand Alessandro now.” I smiled in response, only to glance at Alessandro and be surprised at his dark face. He was staring pointedly at my hand, the one that shook Alberto. ‘Could he be jealous?’ The thought sounded absurd to me. Alessandro could feel many emotions, but not jealousy, toward me. ‘Remember Elena, Alessandro is the devil's twin brother.’ With that, I threw the thought away as Alessandro drew me a seat and tucked me in before sitting on my right. I kept my head down and tried to focus on my meal but Mr. Alberto wasn't having any of it, trying to involve me in the conversation.