Hetalia Chibi Italy Novels & Stories

"When she has her mind set she doesn't stop." "Italian Men," I tease. "They are so protective." I kiss Nic's cheek and he tries to hold back a grin. "I'll see you in three days." "Three days," he nod. "Addio Bella." Translations: Sei il peggiore- you are the worst Ti amo- I love you Addio Bella- Bye beautiful Thank you so much for reading! Feel free to leave any feedback. I love you all ❤️

she paused for a moment and bit her lips, “...well, Devina Giannato.” “Giannato? You’re a Giannatto?” “Recently. But yes,” the woman smiled at her again, it was beautiful the calming effect she had on her. “Wow. I had no idea Timothy had siblings,” of course she didn’t have long to know him either. “Oh no, he doesn’t. He’s an only child. According to my husband, a prodigy son. To me, he’s a haughty, bored-out-of-his-life, race-car maniac,” she sighed and released her. “But he’s good-looking. You have to accept that. These Italians are fucking great. Tell me about it, I fell for one, and I didn’t even notice when it happened!”

ITALIAN Poca Flamma--- little flame Principessa--- Princess I got a chapter out woohoo! lol This chapter took me two full days, first the write AND then the rewrtie.... since my 3 year old decided he didnt like the last one he deleted it for me and I had to start it all over again. but here it is and I have to tell you all.... I do not really care for Mina Scopuli, she is turning out to be much more of a bitch than I anticipated hahahaha

Hayato chirped in and Mancini Romano dropped to his knees, saying, "Young Miss... I mean your Highness, I'll forever be a faithful servant" My brows creased, "That's enough. Call me Sofia. That would be all, I'll give you a call, Mr. Romano" With that, I found my way out of the office to avoid more worship and the armed guards followed quickly. Seems there are still good and honest people in Italy. Alexander Hayato soon caught up with my pace and with heavy breathing said, "Miss... Your Highness, weren't you too excessively kind back there" I stopped abruptly and turned to him, "I'm not in Italy to become a known tyrant, Mr. Hayato. I need loyal heads around me"

"Sorry. Drama, drama, drama," She gave me a strange look. "Isn't that what Italians are known for?" "From what I've heard, Italians are known for much more than just drama." I wiggled my eyebrows at her. I chuckled. Winced when the stitches pulled on my lower belly. She shot forward. "Who the hell put you up so high? Are they stupid?" I laughed again. "Domenico." She cursed him under her breath. "Why are the hot, moody ones so stupid?"

Instead, I felt like he was studying a painting. "Mamma mia..." he murmured again. “Look at you." He held his hands out, indicating my proportions. "Your collar bones...your neck...And that hair..." He shook his head with obvious delight. "In Italy we would say you are a *Venere tascabile*." Libby frowned. “What? I'm afraid my Italian isn't that good." His smile widened. "A pocket-sized Venus." I laughed nervously. "Matteo…stop...”

she murmured and then pressed their lips together. He swiftly assumed control, and a surge of electricity coursed through her in response to his aggression. Not to be outdone, she matched it, fumbling with his buttons, heedless of their surroundings. He broke their kiss, pulling away enough to meet her eyes. “Eager much, Regina focosa?” he said with a smirk. Fiery queen? Really? And he knew Italian. Interesting. She made another attempt to kiss him, but he held her back. “Not so easy, piccolo lupo,” he huskily murmured.

He crossed an arm over my shoulder but I didn't mind. Why should I? I wanted it. "Some other time we will come to Italy my love"Leonardo said to me. "Italy is beautiful and amazing. I must admit to that"I chirped. "Ofcourse just like me my love"Leonardo replied, a disparaging smile on his lips. This man was so confident of himself. "You flatter yourself way too much"I cheekily said. A mild frown washed across his face. "You always have a problem when ever I flatter myself. Are you jealous Crystal?"

He chuckled in Italian. "Why are you so shy? Let that inner lady overcome your desires my Bambolina" he patted on my back. We bro fisted each other, well, I tried to mask other worries about my work commitments. I noticed one thing about him. His tongue rolls differently whenever he talks in an Italian accent. I glanced at Kiara who was giggling at me. "Shut up. I'm not interested in looking at you. Your set is more beautiful than my desires" "So you do desire me. That's fantastic" he murmured, leaning on me.

"Strange.Chiara ?That's Italian right?" The drawl in his deep baritone floated into my ears and played like a melody in my ears . "Yes it is and I'm Italian.How did you know?Many don't know that Chiara is infact an Italian name ." I missed , puzzled and he chuckled. "I like to think of myself as a well travelled man ." For some reason,I was relaxed around him.Maybe it was sthe alcohol or maybe it was the heady feeling of being sought after by a man that exuded power the way other men exuded perfume