Hetalia Antonio Novels & Stories

I stepped into the study without much thought, but the moment I got in, I couldn’t tell what it was but the air was awkward. Antonio sat behind the desk, maps scattered across the surface, his face hard and cold like he had been engaged in a great deal of argument before I got in. I looked to the extreme of the room and saw Veronica’s hands sliding through the portraits of the champions from Antonio’s favorite sport which he had pasted on the wall. I wondered what gave her the effrontery to do such in the office of one who usually bever tolerated nonsense.

He stood in the doorway, chewing on a toothpick as he looked between us. I straightened instinctively, tugging my robe closed. Antonio didn't look like he cared as he wiped his hands on a rag. “You got some balls, grease monkey,” he said, eyeing Antonio with a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “Touching the principessa like that. Don’t know whether to be impressed or start digging you a shallow grave.” “Nothing happened,” Antonio said coolly, standing straighter now, “Get back to your post.” He laughed, “That’s what they all say. Until the Don’s got your arms nailed to a tree and your balls hanging from a flagpole.”

King Marco shouted, showing them that he was already pissed and the witch showed up while they were fighting the guards. Matteo as the future king with Calvin and James. They are stronger than King Marco thought. He knew that Matteo’s Lycan was strong, but he didn’t know that he was ancient, as well as Pi, Freya’s wolf and they were both ready for war.

He lowered her very gently to the ground, despite her clear objection, and made her stand in front of him, with his hand around her waist, and with his other hand he held the cover over her shoulder, so that it would not fall off her body, and he said to him: “This is my mate Emilia.” He hesitated a little at first, before he looked at her with intense love as he said “My love, this is the king of the giants, Perun.” He clenched his teeth very hard when he saw her smiling stupidly at him, but as soon as he saw how perun's gaze froze on Emilia, and his astonishes gaze turned into one that shone with clear admiration, until the fire burned inside him, and volcanic lava spewed into his veins fr

“She always did misunderstand leverage.” Back overseas, Antonio sent two final messages. To Robert: I want names before Luca wakes up. To Joseph: Be ready. Antonio set the phone down and returned to the window. War didn’t arrive with noise. It arrived with injuries. With silence. With men who believed they could strike without being seen. Antonio was already looking for them. And he would not stop.

The manager continued, sounding breathless, “Your relationship with Charlie aside, you have to understand that you nearly got yourself in trouble… if you haven’t already. You know who you were talking to there? That is Antonio Bernoti.” I paused. “Who? I don’t even know who he is,” I said by way of response. “All I know is that he has been very rude and attacked one of ours. He attacked Charlie!” “Charlie made a joke and it wasn’t very well taken by the Boss,” he chuckled shakily. “Maybe you need to understand who the hell Antonio is. He owns half the bars and casinos in the country. He’s a boss who can tell his men to kill the president and they aren’t going to bat an eye before doing it. A

Alina gritted out in between her teeth, she was beginning to look annoyed now by his persistent questioning. Antonio smirked, then grinned, and that morphed into a cunning laugh. “You're something else petardo(firecracker in spanish).” “From now on you'll work under me, petardo,” Antonio said seriously. “What?” Alina's mouth hung open. “You heard me,” he responded. “your fearlessness excites me! I want you close by Alina.” Antonio breathed out her name like a spell in her ear. He felt the way her body reacted, shuddering in response to his closeness and hot breath on her ear. She gulped a lump mixed with unease and…. Something else.

“That’s good. You should get used to the room you’ll be staying in…until you produce me an heir.” I smirked. “How’s the finger, Antonio?” He hissed at me before his hands landed on my shoulders and he spun me around to face him. “You want to die that badly?” He sneered, his lips pulled back over his teeth like a dog. “You think you’re all that important because my father gives you work to do? You’re nothing more than a pawn in this game! You’re Leonardo’s trash and as soon as we’ve gotten rid of him, you’ll become useless!”

Antonio nodded, his lips conformed into an even thinner line as he drummed with his finger on the table. “So. Tell me more about yourself.” He asked, his eyes never leaving his. Alessandro’s face lit up in excitement. “I'm a software developer, specialising in machine language. I've worked on pretty cool projects and I love solving complex issues and creating solutions. It's great to finally meet you again, Antonio. I've heard quite a lot about you.” Antonio watched as he playfully touched his arm, his fingers brushing against his sleeve. Antonio didn't pull away. He managed a small smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Can we help you?" "I'm here for her," the giant specimen someone calls human replies, his voice calm, accented just enough to catch. Spanish? Greek? I lean against the wall, more to get away from the men looking around like they are looking for gold. Sorry pal, you aren't even finding bronze in here. "You've found her. Who are you?" A flicker of something crosses his face—approval, maybe. "Antonio Russo," he said. "Your father owes my family a great deal of money."