Hetalia Germany X Italy Lemon Novels & Stories

She didn’t know what was worse, crying over it thanks to the pregnancy hormones that were driving her insane, or having the Italian look at her like a crying little girl. “So what? What are we waiting to go? Look I’ve already cancelled my meeting for you. The least you can do is let me give you a ride.” “Don’t mess with my head sir,” Melody couldn’t remember what the hell the driver/assistant had called him when he arrived. A name like díaneto or ganetto. The little bell on the door rang and Doyle walked in through it. “Melody, what the hell is...?” Doyle let the question hang in the air as his gaze fell on the Italian, Melody watched as his expression changed from confusion and concern to p

She drives me insane. I quickly wrap my arms under her legs and lift her out of the tub and over to the sink. I set her on the counter and continue to kiss her. She wraps her legs around my waist, getting me as close to her as possible. Her core is right against my member and I have to fight every fiber in my body to not take her. She must notice my hesitance and uses it as an opportunity to get off the counter. Translations: bella- beautiful caro- deargrazie- thank you

“And this! Greek honey cakes!” His enthusiasm was so contagious that I found myself becoming more lively. “You know,” Leo said, chewing on a sweet cake, “one time in Italy, I was treating a heartbroken werewolf. His wolf got so excited it stole my hat! I had to chase it halfway across the city to get it back!” He acted out the scene with exaggerated gestures, making me laugh out loud. Suddenly, Leo stopped and just looked at me. “What is it?” I asked. “You have…” His thumb brushed the corner of my mouth, wiping away a smear of honey.

Leo kept sneaking glances at them, feeling somewhat jealous that Eden was so taken by Alex. It was a small Italian bar, with rustic walls and a few booths. There weren’t many people inside, and it reminded Eden of Mom and Pop’s cafe. Eden and Alex sat next to each other on the bar counter. Georgia was about to sit next to Eden’s other side when Leo swiftly walked in and sat on the chair, earning a glare from Georgia. “Signora, enough talk about nerdy things,” Leo interrupted Eden and Alex, who were talking about the term of their courses. “Lily, I want you to tell me how you found life in Italia.”

As I made my way down the stairs, I heard a loud bang from one of the rooms, my ears perked up at the sound about to turn but I restrained myself, "Addison, you came down for food, nothing else but food." I continued my way to the kitchen but my legs found their way to the direction of the sound. I walked slowly and cautiously. I peeked gently, seeing Jake completely furiously, his hand bleeding like he had smashed it somewhere. "Ich kann mir vorstellen, dass Sie die Italiener wieder in unsere Pläne einmischen ließen." (I can believe you let the Italian intersect in our plans again.) That was definitely German but who was he speaking to, I moved closer trying to hear more when I banged my he

“I love you madly… I’ll say it to you again and again. I realize now I have to say it a few thousand times to redeem myself.” He cupped her cheeks in his warm palms and brushed his mouth across hers. Norah had never felt anything so sweet. There was so much love in that touch. “I love you,” Leone whispered again against her lips. Then, he kissed her again, his mouth as demanding as it had ever been. Norah pulled away. “Again,” she begged him, laughing through the tears hazing her vision. “In Italian…” “‘Ti amo, piccola mia. E ti voglio da impazzire… qui… ora…’ (I love you, baby… And I want you like crazy… here… now)” he complied happily and those Italian words sounded like sweet music to Nor

"But I must confess, your charm is hard to resist." Our playful banter filled the car with laughter and flirtation. In that moment, amidst the vibrant energy of Italy, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the love and connection we shared. As the streets unfurled before us, vibrant and pulsating with life, I knew that this journey, hand in hand with Liam, would be an unforgettable adventure brimming with love, laughter, and infinite possibilities.

Trista’s POV “Monsieur Alpha Liam,” the man said, reaching for Liam’s hand. He took Liam’s hands in his and shook them. Then he leaned in and air kissed Liam on either cheek. “Tres wonderful! I am Alpha Lemone, of the Dove Song Pack in France. We are so honored to be here.” “Ahem,” the girl beside him said, batting her eyelashes at Liam.

I bite my lip to hide the smile threatening to spill out "I didn't" "You are not a good liar, tesorina. Come here" he pulls my head down to his, crushing his mouth to mine. I moan as his tongue sweeps inside my mouth, my body ready for round two. Dante kisses me like our lives depend on it then he pulls back, looks me straight in the eyes, and says "I love you. Sono innamorato di te, Emiliana Vernetti. Don't ever doubt that" ******************************************

The pleasure built, sharp and unbearable, until I was sobbing his name, my body clenching around him as he drove me over the edge, his own release following with a groan that vibrated through my bones. For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of our ragged breaths, the quiet hum of the jet, and the weightless sensation of being suspended between heaven and earth. Then he kissed me, slow and deep, before murmuring against my lips-"Next time, we're going higher." He wrapped me in the soft throw blanket from the armrest, kissed my forehead, and cradled me like I was something breakable. "Your first time in Italy should be memorable," he said smugly.