Hetalia Fanfiction America Language Switch Novels & Stories

I hated how bitter my words sounded. He sighed but didn’t rise to meet my frustration. I heard the pages of the book flip and then stop. Max started reading. His Spanish really wasn’t all that bad. Morgan’s was better but Spanish was so close to Italian sometimes Max would slip into his pronunciation of the Italian rather than the Spanish. Closing my eyes, I listened to his words. The words pulled me back into the story and I felt a smile creep onto my face. There was a moment Max paused, grabbing his drink and taking a few sips.

Kimmy said, puzzled. “Well, you don’t know everything about me, Kimmy,” Nathan stated. “Amelie, you need to get him to talk to you in Spanish in bed,” Nina advised. “I tell you when Salvatore starts with the Italian. Oh… My… Fucking… God!” They all laughed. “Dutton only knows German,” Morgan revealed. “It is not a romantic language.” She giggled. “Dante is as white as he can get,” Kimmy declared. “No languages, sometimes not even English.”

Most alphas hated Josiah Adalwolf. His phone rings before he can get another word out. Without taking his eyes off me, he answers, " Ciao, zio." He finally turns his back on me and walks a distance to talk on the phone. He's speaking fluent Italian, I know, because my dad often spoke it. I grew up speaking over four languages. Alpha Lorenzo glances at me and smiles. "È bellissima," he winks. He told someone I was beautiful. I couldn't hear what the other person was saying, though. "Ti chiamerò più tardi,"

I just closed my eyes and tighten my grip on the fork I'm holding. "I believe it's obvious we are Americans. Maybe you could give us a little courtesy by speaking our language?" he complained to this poor waiter. His voice and his words resound to my ear. The waiter immediately apologized to him and switched his attention to me, "I am sorry Ma'am, what can I do for you?"

Alessa Sullivan I stare at the closed door that my crazy friend had just slammed in a pointless rush. I let out a breath from my chest and turned to face my roommate's father. “Are you nervous, mia cara?” I gulp as I hear him speak in Italian. The sensation of arousal intensifies even more than what happened in the apartment, where he took me last night and pleasured me. “Can you not speak, could you speak in my language?” I ask, hoping to maintain my sanity.

he shrugged, speaking in fluent Russian, "and she knows that I want her because unlike you, I don't barge into her room and force her to sleep in my bedroom." "Mind your damn business, Salvatore," he spoke through gritted teeth, talking to Salvatore now in German. It's amazing how many languages you can learn when Leonardo is your teacher. "You see, baby cousin, with me, she'll step willingly into my bedroom, and it'll be almost too hard for her to leave," Salvatore chuckled darkly, his Japanese fluent. "Watch your mouth when you talk about what's mine," Leonardo confidently said as he visibly relaxed, responding in Swahili.

Kate got miffed and gave the phone a rapid series of shakes. The character jumped out of bed in panic. He was spinning and blurry while flailing about. Mute text popped out of his head saying: | Earthquake! Earthquake! | Then the text balloon expanded to cover the entire screen and showed a message: | Congratulations! Your boyfriend is multilingual. Aside from English, he also knows how to speak your local language. What would you like him to do? | KEEP SPEAKING ENGLISH B. SWITCH TO FILIPINO |

said a familiar voice from the kitchen doorway. It took her a minute for it to register that the language spoken by a smooth and sexy male voice wasn’t English. It was Russian. Fear and trepidation radiated from one end of her body to the other as she slowly turned to face Antoh Sudnik. “Thank you, James,” he said in English. “You may go now.”

all the while making me feel less like Adrian’s hostage-bride and more like… a person. Then she switched to Italian mid-sentence while scrolling through her phone. “Non è così come me l’aspettavo… pensavo fosse più… come dire… magra? Le americane non sono di solito così… formose?” I blinked. She froze. Adrian slowly lowered his tablet. I stared at her. She stared at me. Then she turned BRIGHT red. “Oh my God,” she whispered. “You understood that?” “No,” I said, “but it felt shady.”

"Watashi wa anata o naguru tsumoridesu, soshite anata to issho ni yuka o sōji shita koto de jibun jishin o nikumu tsumoridesu." "Remember that I don't speak Japanese very well, but regardless, I'll tell you one thing: you'll lose," I said, making her blush. "I had forgotten you're Italian..." Pamela whispered with much amusement. "Did you know my daughter speaks many languages, but she learned that one from a guy she liked on a study trip?" I looked at Amaya with a smile. "I had no idea..."