Hetalia Chibi Italy Novels & Stories

One of my friends that are in on the bet had called me to ask about how it’s all going, thankfully Gabriella doesn’t speak Italian. The call - L - Cosa vuoi che faccia Deigo? Sono allo stupido appuntamento non posso chiamarti ora (What do you want Diego? I’m on the stupid date I can’t call you now) D - Sempre educato come sempre. Comunque solo chiamando per vedere come sta andando con la cagna americana? (Still as polite as ever i see. Anyway just calling to see how it’s going with the american bitch?)

“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.”

That she had experienced that strange sense of disorientation when Lorenzo De Angelis had looked down at her didn't surprise Phoebe in the slightest. This arrogant Italian billionaire had merely incited a stronger sense of loathing than even his subordinate did. But then he was one of those very earthy guys, the sort who couldn't look at any reasonably attractive woman without wondering what she might be like in bed! Just a pig, like all the men she encountered in the last 5 years.

It is not until he stiffens and shoots his seed deep inside me that he notices something is wrong. 'Dai, piccola, di solito non sei così fredda. Sai che posso farti stare davvero bene.' [Come on, baby girl, you are not usually this cold. You know I can make you feel so good.] I don't think he even realises he is talking to me in Italian. The language of love, so they say. This is not love.

Zeus ran his other thumb along his bottom lip, his darkened gaze falling to coast every inch of my naked body. I tensed and grew more hot. "Piccolo bugiardo." He addressed in thick Italian, making my breath hitch. (Little liar) He moved forward and hovered above my face. "Bellissimo." (Beautiful) His minty alcoholic breath fanned my cheeks in the most alluring way. He enclosed the distance and placed an open chaste kiss near the corner of my lips. Wet and wild. Zeus trailed his plums downwards to my collarbone and I unknowingly arched my back for more.

His smile was slow to spread over his face, and then he was kissing my breasts, and I couldn't help the moan that managed to slip out my throat and he said“I am Vitalo.” It sounded like Italian and Greek, sexy just like I had imagined. His mouth moved lower, to my soft, feminine core and I cried out as his tongue runs over my seam and his hands spreads my thighs, holding them wide so he could flick my most sensitive cluster of nerves with the tip of his tongue, making me arch my back and scratch my nails into the soft white duvet cover as I scream out in pleasure. Pleasure, unexpected and intense, burst over me, splitting me in two. I call out his name, loudly, spilling it from my lips over

What made her so fearless of him? Cara peered up at him curiously from beneath her lashes, chewing at her bottom lip. Adonis lost all restraint. "F*ck this!" He crashed his lips to hers. **** Italian Vocabulary Bellissima means gorgeous

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 .

Like he was waiting to do this. I wrapped my hands around his shoulder and it hardly fits in my arms. "God! You are so big..." I said and he chuckled. "I am not big... You are small." He replied. I looked at him. "Excuse me... I am normal. You have those extraordinary genes of the Italian mafia..." He looks so beautiful with smile but he hardly smiles. I wonder why? He gently removed wet hair from my face and pecked my lips. "I missed you, bunny"

I threatened, slowly turning away to get a reaction from him, then he stopped me. "Fine..." he took a good look at my puppy then reached for it, rubbing it softly, "fiocchi meaning flakes in Italian since he's really white." "Fiocchi... I like it, very unique, the perks of having an Italian lover," I covered my mouth immediately, shit, I felt so stupid. Glen didn't say anything, just smiled softly, "it seems he likes the name," he tried waving it off but it wasn't working too well. "Yeah..." I muttered softly then a knock cut through my thoughts.