Hetalia Italy Chibi Novels & Stories

Ich felt nothing from it and just ignored it, the 5-year-old girl having not enough strength to actually hurt him. "Breathe heavily?! I do not--!" "Really? Then why did I mistake you for a goat?" "A goat?! Then what are you, a chimpanzee?!" Ich smirked, his golden eyes glittering from amusement. Ich leaned in, his face close to Alesteria, as the smirk on his lips never disappeared; it even became wider as he looked at her eyes. "Really? Am I a chimpanzee in your eyes?" He asked her lowly, confidence lacing in his voice.

He hissed as he continuously slammed his cock into my mouth while gripping onto my hair. I groaned as I could feel the tears rolling Down my cheeks. It's not like he was hurting me, I loved every second of what was happening and the best part of it was listening to Levi's moans. “sì Karla, è così bello. sì, succhia quel cazzo come la troietta che sei (Yes Karla, that feels so good. Yes suck that dick like the little slut you are)" I had no idea what he was saying but him speaking Italian turned me on in more ways that possible especially because of the way he was staring at me.

In seconds I was slippery, aching and ready. But my Italians were devils: diovoli; masters of choreographed teasing. With accuracy and artis my labia were slowly eased apart and the bud of my sex exposed. But not touched... ‘Please,” I gasped as Pietro released my mouth and attached his lips to my neck.

"Italy, I moved here when I was a teenager" "Can you teach me to say something" "Okay, repeat after me: sei molto attraente" "Sei molto attraente" she repeated obediently "E non vedo l'ora di metterti a letto" "E non Verdi l'ora di metterti a letto" "What did I just say?" She asked. "Are you sure you want to know." I asked and she nodded eagerly. I grinned before saying "Well, Juliana, you just called me very attractive and admitted that you cannot wait to get me into bed".

He said, walking away to motion to one of his many ‘companions’. “Capo?” She asked innocently as she approached him. “Ah, Anita. Ricordagli perché l'Italia è il posto migliore da visitare.” (Italian for “Remind him why Italy is the best place to visit.”) He told her as he smacked her asš. “Si, Capo.” She replied as she swayed her hips towards me. I gulped down the remaining contents of my drink before placing it on the side table.

He whispered and I shivered, involuntarily. What is this boy doing to me? Stop being dramatic! Ok, miss subconscious. "Next question?" "What did you call me in Italian?" "Bellissima meaning beautiful." "Oh," I said. I didn't know how many times he would make me blush today. First he calls me beautiful and then princess. Add in those sexy accents too. "When's your birthday?" "27th June." I cleared my throat, "Next question, who's your favourite person in the world?" At this question, he looked thoughtful.

Yeah, Talia could see how the hypocrisy could be amusing. “Hold up. You left the office like the devil was nipping at your ass to find Delicioso about your proposal, so… it’s him isn’t it?” Talia took a frustrated sip out of her martini glass and said, “He’s Italian.” “Reigning from the same hot species. Is it him or not?” she shot back. Talia cleared her throat, turned her head away to the side, her left hand rising to rub at her cheek and ear. She jumped when Carrie screamed, quickly turning to face her.

With a Cheshire cat grin, Vivaldi proudly proclaims, "You heard it here first. Chloe is my girlfriend." All mouths gape in bewilderment, except for mine. I know Vivaldi must have Chloe under his Vampiric mind control. The room falls silent; everyone freezes, bug-eyed. You could've heard a pin drop. Suddenly, Scarlett bursts out laughing, her amusement shattering the silence. "Oh, come on!" she cries out, voice laden with disbelief. "That's got to be the most absurd thing to ever leave your mouth!"

Hayato chirped in and Mancini Romano dropped to his knees, saying, "Young Miss... I mean your Highness, I'll forever be a faithful servant" My brows creased, "That's enough. Call me Sofia. That would be all, I'll give you a call, Mr. Romano" With that, I found my way out of the office to avoid more worship and the armed guards followed quickly. Seems there are still good and honest people in Italy. Alexander Hayato soon caught up with my pace and with heavy breathing said, "Miss... Your Highness, weren't you too excessively kind back there" I stopped abruptly and turned to him, "I'm not in Italy to become a known tyrant, Mr. Hayato. I need loyal heads around me"

Muscle spasms begin to leave me weak and almost unaware of where I am. Mattia leaves a bite on my shoulder, as if his possessive self needs to mark my body as his own property, and somehow, that was by far the most pleasurable thing I felt. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the orgasm he had given me; our breaths were still trying to calm down when he pulled me into his arms. Mattia is an Italian man who is starting to have some gray hairs, making him even more charming. His finely drawn, thin lips are what make him even more beautiful. I run my hand over his full, neatly trimmed beard; his bright eyes on me are clear in their questioning.