Hetalia Italy Chibi Novels & Stories

she moaned softly as her hips pushed back, desperately seeking my touch. I tapped her ass before releasing a warning growl. My hands reached for the hem of her dress, and I yanked it over her fat ass as my eyes zeroed in on her wet, exposed cunt. Fūck me. Figa più bella che abbia mai visto. (Italian: Prettiest pūssy I’ve ever seen.) “You better tell me if it becomes too much, angel.” I dug my fingers in her ass intensely, earning a soft cry from her. “Tell me!”

I spout out in defeat. WORLD TRANSLATION < > Il Mio bel Principe < >my handsome prince < >Cosa c'è di sbagliato in te? < >What is wrong with you?

What made her so fearless of him? Cara peered up at him curiously from beneath her lashes, chewing at her bottom lip. Adonis lost all restraint. "F*ck this!" He crashed his lips to hers. **** Italian Vocabulary Bellissima means gorgeous

Claire jumped, realizing it was her friend. "ITALIA! I told you to stop sneaking up on me like that. You nearly scared me to death." she exclaimed, annoyance tinged with humor. Italia doubled over with laughter, holding her stomach. "Oh come on Claire. It’s too good to pass up.Your reaction was priceless!" Claire pouted, her arms crossed defensively. "You’re so mean! How did I end up with such a mischievous bestie?" After a moment of laughter, Italia wrapped her arms around Claire but quickly pulled away, suddenly serious. "Wait Claire, did you...?"

I babble on to her about my entire meeting with the Italian man. “Ohhh, so you found him sexy, I can tell by the way you keep biting your bottom lip while you talk about him," Lana points out. “Shut up," I snicker. “Be honest, how hot was he on a scale of 1 to 10?" “Well, he was a solid 20," I laugh out when I see her making the 'wow' face. “Damn, I want an Italian sex-machine," she fans her face with her hand. We giggle our way downstairs, still laughing at my encounter with the sexy Greek God.

"Hearing disabilities,Speech disorientation,Lives in Italy!" What?! This is the exact description of the girl she was looking for,and she's very sure that the girl is Alessia.

The thing seemed rather cute and cuddly, except that it was barring its sharp teeth towards Shia, which did not seem too pleasing considering how big they were. “Umm, don’t mind Chibi. He’s just your everyday, average mowngry. Well, you might have noticed that he’s exceptionally chubby and maybe a tiny bit overfed, don’t you think? But don’t tell him I told you that... He’s rather sensitive,” the woman whispered nearer her ears.

Leonardo nodded, drinking from his glass of whisky as he looked at the man and then at me, "please, call her Unicorn." "I was unaware that Unicorn was a girl," the Italian man said with a sneer as he looked at me, his eyes scanning my body, "but, she is very beautiful," he said with a chuckle, a hungry look suddenly flashed across his face as he looked at me but I remained passive. "Leonardo," he turned to look at Leonardo and Leonardo simply raised an eyebrow, "can I touch her?" The corner of Leonardo's lips raised up as he nodded, "sure," he said.

Dominic’s voice dropped. “They’re running the show. The labs. The chemicals. The whores. They branded this one.” He tapped the photo of the pale girl, the one that had been stuck in his head since the second he saw her. “Said she’s half-Italian. Nineteen. A virgin.” Matteo gave a low chuckle. “She won’t be after you’re done.” Dominic didn’t smile. But his jaw flexed. Romano pulled the folder closer. “Which one’s your pick, boss? You like the little one with the shaved pussy? Or the one with the big tits and the rope marks?”

Right where Vittorio bit me this morning—hard. “You let him mark you?” he said, voice dipped in amusement. “Tsk. That’s not very neutral, bambina.” “It’s a hickey,” I muttered, though it pulsed like a brand. He leaned in. Nose brushing my hair. Lips near the mark. “Nah… this one’s a bite. A proper claim.” I stayed still. My thighs clenched. He chuckled softly. “Looks good on you. Makes me want to put one right beside it.”