Hetalia Fanfiction America Language Switch Novels & Stories

Ash hums, “Probably Russian, because of our family ties there, we speak it with Carlotta all the time.” She nods, “But written?” He furrows his brow, “It’s been a while, but it’s hard to unlearn.” She types something on her phone and holds it up to him. He reads it, and grins. In flawless Russian it read: ‘I enjoyed it when I sucked your cocks earlier.’. Gods, she had a filthy mind. He licks his lips and smiles at her, “Me too.” She smirks, and switches to a muscovite accent, again flawless.

But we had a meeting today, I sighed as I remembered. Almost as soon as we landed my mate made a phone call to someone and I tried not to be jealous as I heard a man’s voice speak in a language I didn’t understand. My interest was really peaked when my mate responded in Japanese. After a few minutes she hung the phone up and smiled at me. “An old friend.” I tried not to let my jealousy flair but I couldn’t help it. I was now essentially an Alpha by blood and title. “Really?”

Damon switches to Russian, “Нам нужен тот байк, сейчас!” Lydia’s response is just as fast, in the same language. Whatever she says makes Damon’s face go pale. “What the fuck did she say?” I demand. “She wants to know what we’re planning to do with it.” I reply in my native tongue as Yosef, and I begin firing rapid Spanish. “How dare you speak tongues before me?” Lydia’s brow hits her hairline. “Speak good English.” “Ma, we need that bike.” Damon rubs the back of his neck. “It’s important.”

"Babe, don't be mad. It was so sudden, I didn't have time to tell you. I swear, I know I was wrong." His calming Alpha presence rolled through the link, feeling warm and intimate. But it made my stomach turn. He was trying to soothe me with the power of the mate bond. "Darling, forgive me this once. I love you." A ripping pain tore through my chest. My knees nearly gave out, but a pair of strong arms caught me just in time. The voice of my Beta, Brenna Grant, broke through the mind-link, snapping me back to reality. I stubbornly reached out through the mind-link, demanding an answer from him.

Antoinetta added. "I'm not the only American here, am I ?" I turned to look at them. Leentje started laughing hysterically then Yaya and Antoinetta laughed as well. "You are darling. Antoneitta speaks Afrikaans and I speak German...both these languages are similar to Dutch so let's just say we can speak Dutch." She said in time like she was speaking to a five year old. "Oh..." I frowned so much to Alma for being my best friend she didn't even mutter a word in my defence.

I ask, just to humour him, just to hear how stupid he really is. “Mazu wa, yoi onna no ko no you ni, Sofia, Nihongo de kotaete.” (First off, reply to me in Japanese like a good girl, Sofia.) This man. I roll my eyes, sucking in a breath and swallowing my defiance. This is for Sasha. I need to find her. I need to help bring her home. I can obey Sang-Yeon’s orders. “Ōkē,” (okay)I nod to myself, switching to his language. “Nani ga hoshii no?” (What do you want?)

There is someone here and I so wish I had a phone in this bubble so I could refer to Dr g****e. I am convinced it's Spanish. why didn't I just take the Spanish lessons? Grr... I groan inwardly. "Hahaha, mi amo. You do know that I can understand you right? In fact, I am a part of you. I can read your thoughts. Disculpa por mi acento. But I truly am happy to finally meet you, my child. deary do close that mouth you look hilarious.!" Ok, guys. I am creeped out here! I am a werewolf and should not be but this is totally new. Who is this gentle foreigner?

Third Person's POV Alaina said flatly, "You ask that question as if you can't understand why this restaurant's menu is only in French, not English, even though this is America. Why, in a werewolf-friendly restaurant, you need to verify your power level and pack crest just to order a drink." Samantha felt a faint sweat on her back. She stiffened against the chair back. "Mrs. Simmons, I truly don't understand."

I simply don't give a fuck. I cross my hands in front of me as I stand straight and proud, trying not to give him the satisfaction of seeing me scramble. He looks me over, not bothered by my nakedness, like he's seen it a hundred times before. "This door remains open," the man says in a flat voice. It's clear but with a twinge of Italian accent. . Over the last few days, I've heard him switch between languages--- Italian, Russian, and once, even a trace of something I couldn't quite place.

He said I went more nearer to him, much more proximity now that his knee is touching my thigh from his chair. " Sit here and do the typing just as I say " He said. I just nodded and sat beside him, he changed the language to Spanish in laptop. But I don't know spanish. " Sir, I don't know Spanish " I said while looking at the laptop. " I changed the keyboard settings to English, you will type in English, it'll automatically transcript to Spanish " He said while handling me his laptop.