Hetalia Chibi Italy Novels & Stories

“Ti amo… something.” Layla chuckled. “Ti amo tanto. It means I love you so much.” “Oh!”. Gabi’s eyes brightened. “I’ll go write it down.” She ran off. “She’s learning how to speak Italian.” Gabe explained. “It’s nice. You should learn it too.” She told him. “I have.” “Really? Let me hear it.” “mi chiamo Gabriel e ho otto anni.” Gabe said without missing a beat. “mia zia Layla è una bella donna.”

They are men, and they are built differently from her. “Money?” One hissed, he was holding her wrist tightly. Italia whimpered. “I don’t need your money, but perhaps—” His eyes turned with malice. “—you could give us something that was more than the penny you offer.” When it dawn to her, Italia was furious. “P—pervert!” Unconsciously, she raised her hand on the air and slapped the life out of that man. It must have hurt. The next thing she knew, she was down on her bum, holding her own cheeks as tears stained her cheeks. Her face was burning, and she could taste blood on her lips.

I leaned back slightly, turning my head just enough to look at him. “Well,” I said, a small smirk forming despite myself, “how about whether I should be scared that you have a… questionable tattoo.” His grin widened innocently. “What do you mean questionable?” “You know…” I made a motion of glancing down to his waist area and then bringing my gaze back up. He was grinning and I could feel the heat fill my cheeks. “A cock tattoo” “Cock… really? That is what you Italians call a dick?” “It sounds better”