Hetalia Fanfiction America Novels & Stories

"Covers the entire globe? How could your military power have developed so quickly?" "That's because you're like a frog at the bottom of a well." Amelia's lips curled. "America loves peace, but it's not a country to be trampled on. You can slander us, but if any country tries to challenge America, America won't tolerate it." Colten looked at Gamal. "Now you see what America is really like? If I hadn't come back, I would definitely go to America to witness such a breathtaking scene in person." Gamal murmured with his eyes downcast, "So it's really this powerful. All along, I was just ignorant."

The sudden impact sends something cold splashing across my shirt. I freeze. A thick pink liquid slowly drips down my white tank top. Milkshake. Of course. I look up slowly. Joan Carter. Standing right in front of me. Behind her, her usual group of minions snicker loudly. Joan tilts her head with fake innocence. “Oh my gosh,” she says sweetly. “Alexa, I didn’t see you there.” My fists tighten slightly. You ran straight into me. Her friends burst into laughter. One of them whispers loudly, “Wow, the Alpha’s daughter looks like a walking strawberry smoothie.”

Zion smiles as we whooped. “To friendship!” He adds. “To friendship!!” We screamed it out before clinked our glasses with one another before we drank it. I laced my arm around America’s slim waist as she looks back at me while resting her head over my shoulder. I kiss her cheek as she giggles softly, “I love you sweet cheeks.” She holds my face with her hand, “I love you too.” We kiss quickly. The night ended with me having sex America in my bedroom as she rides my erection like a pro while I sit down busy sucking her nipples as she moans while pulling her head back breathing heavily.

Bulgarian women like strong, big men who could easily transport them from bed to table. An inexplainable pang of annoyance was starting to build up on Helena. The anomaly seemed to like all the attention that he was getting too. She now wonders if Zac had seen himself in the mirror lately and had noticed that he had turned into an average American to Chris Hemsworth hot? Probably not , judging by the way he blushes.

# Chapter nine The impact of her body hitting mine sent us both sprawling back into the closet. My head cracked against the hardwood shelf, and for a second, my vision went blank. "You little thief," a voice hissed. My eyes snapped open to see Natalia. She wasn't the polished, untouchable Natalia. Her face was contorted, her teeth bared in a snarl that was more wolf than human. She had her hands bunched in the fabric of the hoodie, Alpha Khyrix's hoodie, exactly the same one I had on, and she looked like she wanted to shred it, and me, to pieces.

“that's sweet, thank you” “the 9:00 flight, to America is now taking off” The announcer called as the flight made motion. “OK I’m feeling scared right now” “Why?” “What if I go and don’t feel like coming back?” “Then I’ll stay there with you” “you’d do that for me?” “I'd do anything” “but what about your house?” “if you’re in America, there is no one I’m going back for there?” “you are a master of flattery”

Then he looked at his daughter. “Sera,” he said. She looked at me. Her expression was composed and completely unreadable, which told me she was considerably more controlled than most people her age. “I appreciate your honesty, Alpha Lynx,” she said. “I mean that. This would not have served either of us if it had gone forward on false terms.” She paused briefly, then continued. “I hope whoever she is, she deserves it.” I looked at her for a moment. “She does,” I dropped firmly.

Exhaling deeply, the heat from his lungs fogged on the upper part of the mirror. "Darling. I just can't wait to sign those documents," he said in a toning whisper, his voice low and husky and filled with excitement. "No force would be left above us, for we would be Supreme Alpha and Supreme Luna. Ah, yes." I let out a soft, sultry hum,pressing myself even more against him and letting him feel the complete warmth of my body bleed through the cloth of his coat. "Ah, yes my lord. We'd conquer and rule the entire werewolf world together."

“I expect you to remember who I am. I run this pack, and I’ve never been careless with our borders.” He rose to his feet, robes shifting like smoke. “Careless? You are the first woman to bear the title of Alpha in this realm, and already you bring shame upon it! You have marked a human — a creature of myth and danger. And now you stand here speaking of honor?” I clenched my fists, nails biting into my palms. “I didn’t choose this. The Moon did. You all saw it. The mark wasn’t my will.” “Then perhaps,” he said coldly, “the Moon made a mistake.”

“Your story?” “I write them. Werewolf romances. This world. The packs. You.” I gestured at him. “I wrote you.” He stared. Then, slowly, a low, rough sound escaped him. Laughter. Quiet. Disbelieving. “You wrote me.” “Yeah. Prince Genesis. Alpha heir. Brooding. Scarred. Growly.” He raised one brow. “Growly?” “Very.” The corner of his mouth twitched. Almost a smile. “And what happens to me in your story?”