Hetalia Chibi Italy Novels & Stories

Caleb said in Italian, which caught Asher’s attention instantly. That phrase meant “Boss, there’s news from Italy.” Speaking in Italian meant the situation was serious and needed privacy. “Qual è questa notizia?” Asher asked. “What’s the news?” “Il tuo cugino sta di nuovo facendo il boss in Italia. Sta usando il tuo nome per far obbedire i tuoi uomini lì.” “Your cousin is pretending to be the boss again in Italy. He’s using your name to control your men there.” “Damn, that brat.”

She sighed dramatically. “Dorian, my heart’s been hurting lately,” she murmured. “Anita and Beatrice are useless. And if I move personally, wouldn’t that put me on Serena’s level? If my friends in Italy found out, they’d laugh at me.” Her friends—if one could call them that. In Italy, Chiara was adored. Not just because she was beautiful, but because the Reinaldi name commanded rooms. From aristocratic daughters to high-society heiresses, everyone wanted Chiara’s approval.

Muscle spasms begin to leave me weak and almost unaware of where I am. Mattia leaves a bite on my shoulder, as if his possessive self needs to mark my body as his own property, and somehow, that was by far the most pleasurable thing I felt. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the orgasm he had given me; our breaths were still trying to calm down when he pulled me into his arms. Mattia is an Italian man who is starting to have some gray hairs, making him even more charming. His finely drawn, thin lips are what make him even more beautiful. I run my hand over his full, neatly trimmed beard; his bright eyes on me are clear in their questioning.

It’s madness, his body caging mine against the hood like I’m a secret he wants to carve into steel. His knee presses between my thighs, nudging them apart. “Kidnap? That’s some fancy word, bambina.” He growls as his mouth travels down my cheek. “I wasn’t planning to initially, but guess what?” His hand squeezes the flesh. And I feel the pressure inside me. It’s scorching hot, glacial cold and unexplainable. If someone told me years ago that I would be cornered by Massimo Bianchi, Italy’s heartthrob, I would’ve laughed. Or maybe I would’ve spent the entire week fantasising about him like I did in earlier days.

Then he looked at her again with that cold, calculating smirk. “I know who you are, Chloe.” He said her name like a threat wrapped in velvet. “You’re the girl from Italy. The one who saw too much.” Her throat tightened, the mention of Italy dragging a dark memory out of the vault she’d buried it in. The cobbled streets, the blood, the screaming. A body on the ground. “You’re wrong,” she said quickly, almost too quickly. “I don’t know anything.”

My head screamed “Not as sexy as my cousin’s baby blue eyes, I am afraid. The name is Alejandro and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance” he said, flashing me a smile. It is official; Italian men are the hottest things alive, I thought as I shook his hand “I am Diana and it is a pleasure to meet you too” I said “Cousin” Alejandro nodded towards Dante who nodded back.

He asked them and just with a snap of his fingers, they all took to their seats. "Good, now let's start from the beginning. Any questions?," Leonardo asked his students, his accent sounding far from the heavily thick Italian accent that he had grown up with. A little hand raised in the corner of the classroom, her small figure buried by the massive overall structure of the boy in the seat in front of her. "Yes Nattie" Leonardo teased Natasha, who covered her face, giggling as he did that. "Mr. Romano, my name is Natasha" She reminded him in which Leonardo smiled back at her, seeing his students that have come from difficult backgrounds smile, was all the reward he needed.

came a rich voice from the other side of the door. The servant opened the door, and I wanted to gasp. This man had no shame, he was balls deep in Tiffany’s pussy and was pounding into her. “Cara mia, swallow my cock whole with that tight pussy of yours.” He groaned as her tits bounced underneath him. Then directed at us he said, “I’ll be with you three in a minute.” All we could do was stand there as this Italian man claimed her pussy right in front of us. I could smell that he was a hybrid, too. The only one of us that stood any kind of chance against him was Zepher.

Claire jumped, realizing it was her friend. "ITALIA! I told you to stop sneaking up on me like that. You nearly scared me to death." she exclaimed, annoyance tinged with humor. Italia doubled over with laughter, holding her stomach. "Oh come on Claire. It’s too good to pass up.Your reaction was priceless!" Claire pouted, her arms crossed defensively. "You’re so mean! How did I end up with such a mischievous bestie?" After a moment of laughter, Italia wrapped her arms around Claire but quickly pulled away, suddenly serious. "Wait Claire, did you...?"

I love you! Enjoy 😊 ~-~ "Is that the rude Italian guy?" Charlie asked dumbfoundedly, gaping at our door. "If your definition of rude Italian guy is Gabriel, then yes, yes he is," I muttered, walking back to the kitchen. "OPEN UP, VANCH!" "Did he just call you Vanch?" "Yes, yes he did," I answered him while picking up the pack of flour Charlie threw to me earlier. "VANCHEL AMARATI, OPEN UP!"