Hetalia Fanfiction America Language Switch の小説・ストーリー

Or my country as a whole. He smiled, slow, feral, tasting the blood with his tongue. "You just slapped me, bella?" He growled, looking at me with awe and mortification, like he's never been slapped before. "We played a game, and I won, and you're here to talk about your ruined ego, as if that wasn't enough, you're talking down on me like you know me before now. I am American and so fucking what? What the hell does that matter?" SMACK

I centered myself around his cock, guiding his tip to my entrace and he watched me with pleasure as I sank myself into his base, shuddering. "Fanculo. Voglio te cucciola" I watched Dante groan in Italian as he closed his eyes, gripping on to my waist. He buckled his hips up to get deeper inside me. When we had sex, it seemed he would always forget how to speak English and switch over to sultry words in Italian. Nevertheless I loved how he was struggling to control his groans as I was buried deep inside him. I immediately latched my hands on his shoulders and leaned down, locking our lips and slowly riding him.

I stood there, a silent sentinel amidst the cacophony, watching him, studying every nuance of his expression. Then, the focus of their conversation shifted. Adrian, ever the polyglot genius, began to recite the words, “I love you,” in various languages, his voice a warm, melodic current. “Te amo,” he’d say, a soft inflection, followed by “Ich liebe dich,” with a more guttural emphasis, then “Saranghae,” a gentle lilt. Each declaration, though directed at no one in particular, felt like a fresh wound.

͜0̷̨̜̦̠̳̯̯͆̾̐́̋͛͆͂͆̎̀̽̅ ̸̧̡̣͕̱̪̱̟̜̭̣̦̹̳̤̣̣͓̜͕̼̖̳̺̥̮̹͛̀̎̄͒͆̎̒̀̊͂͛̓̍̑́̍͛̂̍̏̏̉̅͌̎̚̚͝ This time, however, his voice turned gibberish. The word that came out of his mouth made no sense to Creed. His mind started to boggling while trying to decipher what this man had said. What puzzled Creed more than that, this guy started with speaking his language, but after a single sentence, his language changed as if he was a foreigner. "I'm sorry! What?" "…" again no reply came from his side when Creed asked the question. "I-am-sorry" Creed tried his best with his gesture and to shorten his sentences to make him understand as much as he could, "I-do-not-understand-your-language"

, he nodded at me. I nodded back at him, before looking at the screen which now shifted into another page after cracking through the alias. I quickly realised that someone had made a rookie mistake, and this changed the language settings. Changing back the settings which would shift the code from Japanese to English, I waited a few more seconds. Once I finished, gasps could be heard as people started clapping. I turned on my chair and stood up to face my friends who had surprised looks while Elijah seemed proud. "Thank you Miss Gracia".

"Of course big sister I already love you I would love to see you shift. Although I do have a question for you? How do you know Latin?" "I um the king and I have no idea because at first he spoke to me in German then he wanted to test out a theory and then spoke to me in Latin. We think I'm some kind of special wolf Lycan hybrid." "Love it is time to head to the forest clearing for your shift." "Are you ready baby brother for my first shift?" "Yes big sister let's go!" They headed to the training field "Well you sure took your time getting out here baby girl."

My knuckles whitened as they tightened further, recalling the way her ass had felt. “Fanculo,” I groaned, hating and loving the way my accent spilled out, becoming obvious. I prided myself in sounding American. It has proved useful in so many ways. But there was something, something about the vixen, that made me want to get raw with her. I wanted to knead her supple back side, while whispering all the dirty, dirty things I would do to her in Italian. Or wrap my mouth around her thick nipples. They had poked against her shirt, enticing me, calling attention, begging to be seen.

After that, when Amber got the urge to clean up, she did it on the sly. Angelina claimed she didn’t speak very good English, and would often talk in Italian, though Amberleigh began to suspect she spoke and understood more English than she pretended. She seemed the most uncomfortable when Amber tried to fraternize with her. She seemed to have excellent genes though, as she was about fifty, and her hair was still black as midnight.

Adam cursed in a low voice that made Adele look at him with curiosity. "Your language changed a lot." She never heard him curse before. She knew he was like Captain America, language conscious. "Thanks to your sil." Adam smirked at her. Albert was confused how there people could chat about language in this kind of situation. Weren't they interested in living anymore? "That's all your fault! You asked us to come here." Albert glared at Adam. But he knew these kinds of situations could come anytime. He was not the one to blame.

Was I dumb? She made a wry face. "That’s one thing I’ll never understand about you Americans. Or your education system." Yup. In her eyes, I was just a d.umb, lousy guy who couldn’t even manage one language while she spoke five. "Hmm..." I rubbed my chin. Not the most flattering realization for me. "When I heard you talking to your sister in Latvian, I noticed there’s nothing even remotely similar to English," I said. "Yup!" She popped the 'p' and nodded in agreement.