Hetalia Italy Chibi Novels & Stories

“You are married to our master, so it is only natural we call you Ma. I shook my head quickly. “No. Please, call me Elena. It feels wrong otherwise.” She tilted her head, considering. “Alright, Elena. But only if you call me Zia Chiara,” she said, using the Italian word for Aunt. ( Aunt Chiara). A smile broke across my face. “Deal,” I said, and we both laughed. As she set a steaming dish before me, I frowned at it curiously. “What’s this?” Her eyes twinkled. “This is lasagna al forno. A very common and very delicious Italian dish. You’ve never had it?” I shook my head, wide eyed. “Well, you will love it. Try.” She gestured encouragingly.

she paused for a moment and bit her lips, “...well, Devina Giannato.” “Giannato? You’re a Giannatto?” “Recently. But yes,” the woman smiled at her again, it was beautiful the calming effect she had on her. “Wow. I had no idea Timothy had siblings,” of course she didn’t have long to know him either. “Oh no, he doesn’t. He’s an only child. According to my husband, a prodigy son. To me, he’s a haughty, bored-out-of-his-life, race-car maniac,” she sighed and released her. “But he’s good-looking. You have to accept that. These Italians are fucking great. Tell me about it, I fell for one, and I didn’t even notice when it happened!”

Stop crying Mummy] He was shouting now and shaking Alcina like a rag doll, ‘Smetti di piangere, smetti di piangere’ [Stop crying, stop crying] He dribbled and then his eyes darkened, ‘Sei molto carina, Gio ti vuole come mamma‘ [You are very pretty, Gio wants you like he did Mama] His fleshy paw reached for her breast and he squeezed it making her cry out then his hand moved over her belly, ‘Apri le gambe abbastanza dai a Gio la tua figa o ti farà male come mamma [Open your legs pretty give Gio your pussy or he will hurt you like Mama]

“You think like me.” “No,” I corrected softly, pressing my forehead to his. “You think like me.” His arms tightened, crushing me against him as if my body were the only anchor keeping him sane. “Then Italy is ours, completely. I’ll tear apart anyone who even dreams otherwise.” I let my fingers wander into his hair, pulling him down into another kiss, gentler this time, a contrast to the steel of our words. “And I’ll be right there beside you. Every Don, every syndicate, they’ll learn soon enough. Italy isn’t a chessboard. It’s already claimed.”

It sent a giddy feeling through my tummy, and I basked under his look. “Thank you.” I smiled, averting my gaze, and I twiddled with my thumbs. “È per questo che ti chiamo coniglietto. Tutto ciò che fai è adorabilmente semplice” He muttered with a small smile on his lips. “Ed è così coinvolgente.” (Translation: 'That’s why I call you a bunny. Everything you do is effortless cute.' 'And it’s so addicting') “Great, another Italian I can’t understand.” I glared at him and scrunched my nose. “And let me guess, you’re not going to tell me, right?”

ITALIAN Poca Flamma--- little flame Principessa--- Princess I got a chapter out woohoo! lol This chapter took me two full days, first the write AND then the rewrtie.... since my 3 year old decided he didnt like the last one he deleted it for me and I had to start it all over again. but here it is and I have to tell you all.... I do not really care for Mina Scopuli, she is turning out to be much more of a bitch than I anticipated hahahaha

If it wasn't about to turn me mad, then, of course, why not? "Matteo, get down from that table right now before you hurt yourself," Obediently he did jump from the table but to the arms of the chair, going further to pull his sister up to himself. "All I'm saying is," Char picked up the conversation, "We need something strong to tell Italy that La belle exists," "But how?" "Don't ask me that; your husband is the president of the fuvking country; you've got a part of the world under your feet; make use of it" Knowing me, she added, "Enough of the pride."

She makes me prefer different) 'Wow, il mio piccolo Teddy è frustato,' he chuckled with a playful tease in his eyes and smirk. (Wow, my little Teddy is whipped) 'You know,' I leaned in closer to them, 'I can speak Italian.' I whispered. The man laughed, his laugh was familiar. He had the same hair color as me, like my original hair color; white with few black locks at the tip and his had a single streak. He had dimples and plump lips, and claret eyes, just like me. He is officially my best friend.

She rolled her eyes, turning around and smiling again. "I have to look my best in my dream country." She mumbled, walking past him to the car. As far as he was concerned Italy to some people was meant only for the Mafia, the gangs, and Glades. "Why is Italy your dream country? You did say it was because of me, right?" He asked as they got into the car. "Yes, it was." She answered nonchalantly. "Why?" "Because every time you made me cry I was so determined to join the Mafia and make you pay. I did imagine skinning you alive and burning your flesh... dipping the catapelta into your knee and spurting out blood from your lungs..and..."

I sound like a pathetic little girl. His leans closer t hat I could feel his minty cigarettes breath. "The AC is on, Carina {Cutie}. Tell me, did she?" He asked. Why did he call me a cutie in Italian. Goodness, I'll die here.