Hetalia Germany X Italy Lemon 소설 & 이야기

His cocktail voice made my eyes snap open. I glared at him. “I swear I will scream.” He grinned wider. “And I swear no one will care. We’re in Italy now. Screaming’s practically a love language here.” I groaned, but my feet hit the ground anyway. The breeze was warm and soft, the air smelled like lemons and sea salt, and it physically hurt to admit it was... nice. So this is Italy. I blinked at him, then looked past his shoulder. Oh. Oh no.

Alex forcefully pulled Dominick away from Mario. I stood there in shock, why is he angry on Mario. It should be me, i stepped out without his permission. I saw tremble in Mario's body and i know it's not because of the Rain. "Ha avuto il coraggio di toccarla." (He dared to touch her.) Dominick growled. He was drenched in water but still i can feel angry flames radiating from his body. "È gay" (He is gay) Alex said something in Very serious tone.

Cory's lips, painted a crimson as seductive as a poisoned apple, hovered inches from mine. "I love Italians," she breathed, her voice a sultry whisper. "They have a certain… passion." I glanced across the room, searching for an escape, a lifeline. My eyes met Alessio's, a spark of understanding leaping between us. He winked, then leaned towards the blonde, his charm offensive in its practiced ease.

I was about to thrust forward when the door was slammed against the wall. “Che cazzo, Mattias!” (Italian for “What the fūck, Mattias!”) Lorenzo hissed from the door, forcing me to roll my eyes as I leaned my forehead against Isadora’s. “You’ll have enough time to fūck her, but right now we have bigger issues. Get the fūck up and stop thinking with your dīck.” He added, before walking off. “Prometto che finiremo questa principessa.” (Italian for “I promise we will finish this, princess.”) I murmured against her soft lips before pressing my lips to hers.

he was busy on the phone, I guess replying to emails and I was also busy going through the internet. a few minutes later we arrived at the airport, Leonardo led me to the Dicosta private jet, and we took our sit, I was sitting close to the window and Leonardo decided to sit beside me. "Are you feeling nervous?" he asked me, yeah I am, I am going to see my mother and dad for a very long time. "we can rest in the bedroom for a while because we have 12 hours to spend in this jet before we get to Italy?" Leonardo said to me and he led me to the luxurious bedroom. he slept beside me for the first time. we decided to talk about ourselves, our likes and dislikes. I got to know, Leonardo is a very g

Ignazio replied plainly. Geremia scoffed. Without looking at Ignazio, the man known for being cold raised the corner of his mouth and smirked mockingly. "The answer is simple," Geremia said, drawing everyone's attention to him. "Love is for up here," Geremia pointed to his chest. "And lust is down here," he pointed to his lower abdomen.

His smile brighten up as soon as his eyes laid on me. “Wow!” he exaggeratedly muttered and looked at me from head to toe. “I’ve never seen an angel here on earth, Madame!” My forehead just wrinkled because of his corniness. “I don't think any angel has devil horns, Leo.” I immediately popped his bubbles. “A glass of Martini for you, lovely lady,” Leo handed me a glass of drink and I then sipped on it. “Have you seen a guy here?” I asked Leo the moment I remembered I will be meeting that disgusting guy named Damon.

“It’s like he knows exactly how to look at you. Not in that sleazy way some guys do, but like he’s actually listening, like he’s reading your mind. I swear, if he’d asked me to marry him on the spot, I’d have said yes.” I laugh, shaking my head. “Lisa, as if you would have.” “Yeah okay, but he’s Italian,” she says, as if that explains everything. “They’re practically born knowing how to sweep a woman off her feet. And he’s got this way of saying my name—like, ‘Leeee-sa,’ with that rolling ‘L,’ like he’s tasting it.” “Okay girl, he’s got you bad. But he is like that. I was mesmerized by him. Jayden seemed amused. He likes Matteo a lot and he even said he was the Italian version of Lance.”

“I’m not done nagging.” “I can hear you from Italy.” His voice rumbled against my chest. “Your voice is loud.” Laughter cracked around us. “I love you,” I whispered, so soft it barely existed. “More than all the gelato in Italy. Even more than your four cats.” He blinked. “Even Pepper?” “Even Pepper.” “I love you too,” he shot back, as quick as he ran. “But I’m still eating gelato.” He tried to pull away, but I wasn’t done. I hugged him again, tighter, until he squirmed.

A message from Chiko came in. Mr. Chiko Fierce: Noon, future wife. there was something that I just realized Me: What? Mr. Chiko Fierce: I just realized that your face looks like a difficult person Me: What do you mean?! Mr. Chiko Fierce: It's hard to forget the point Me: Zzzz Mr. Chiko Fierce: If Germany makes cars and Switzerland makes clocks, then you make me miss Me: Oh My God! Make I want to fly through the seventh sky