Hetalia Italy Chibi Novels & Stories

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.

One of my friends that are in on the bet had called me to ask about how it’s all going, thankfully Gabriella doesn’t speak Italian. The call - L - Cosa vuoi che faccia Deigo? Sono allo stupido appuntamento non posso chiamarti ora (What do you want Diego? I’m on the stupid date I can’t call you now) D - Sempre educato come sempre. Comunque solo chiamando per vedere come sta andando con la cagna americana? (Still as polite as ever i see. Anyway just calling to see how it’s going with the american bitch?)

“Vico, Chiarina, this is Althaia. My love. Althaia, meet Vico and Chiarina Mancini.” “Buonasera Mr. and Mrs. Mancini.” Althaia greeted them in Italian with a smile. Both Vico and Chiarina were baffled for a moment, looking at Althaia as if she was not real. “Finally!” They both exclaimed at the same time and shoved me away to hug her. I shook my head at them as they gathered around her, holding her hands and giving her endless compliments as talked to her with so much excitement. Althaia smiled shyly at them and a blush crept on her face.

I quickly asked the others. Daniella zipped her mouth shut with a shy smile, refusing to look at Dario. Kate thought about it, eyeing Dario with a smirk, but Alexis was straight in. “Well, you can call him Fiore Mio for my flower.” She fluttered her eyelids. “Or Fatina for little Fairy because he is just so magical and loveable.” She pressed both hands to her heart. “Oh, and what about Topolino for little mouse because he’s a tiny button of a man like my men.” Kate joined with a smile and motioning with her thumb and pointer something small.

The kind of grin that made my knees weaken and my brain forget how to function. "You smell like Matteo." The name sent a shiver down my spine, and I stepped back. "And you are?" He tilted his head, still smiling, but there was something sharp behind his eyes. "Calix, Calix Del Piero." Another Del Piero? My throat went dry. "Let me guess," I muttered. "You're the second alpha?" His grin widened. "So, Matteo already told you about us?" "He told me I'm some kind of shared chew toy between three overgrown dogs."

“Sì?” She cocked her head to the side as she repeated what he said. “What’s ‘sì’?” “It’s ‘yes’ in Italian.” “Italian? You're Italian?” “Yes. I am from Italy. You are also Italian.” He stated. “I am? But I’m not from Italy; I'm from Devnia.” The little girl corrected. “Am I Italian, too?” Her brother asked, and he chuckled. “Yes. Half. Both of you are half Italian.” “And mum, is she Italian too?”

If I would have been that you were going to find your mate at the graduation I never would have made a deal with him. Just exactly who is this Alpha in Italy? I ask him. His name is Alpha Valentino Marelli and he is one of the most fearsome and ruthless Alpha's there is. He even scares the living daylights out of me. Do you mean to tell me that some Alpha from Italy who we haven't heard of scares you? I said to my father. Yes, he does scare me, he kind of sounds like he's from the Italian Mafia too.

He probably addresses every other girl like that. "Oh sweetheart, I know that. But I'll call you what I want." I gave up. It was no use arguing, he'd win. "What type of girl do they usually keep around?" "They don't keep girls." I knitted my brows, "You quoted and I asked. Stop confusing me." "I'm not, sweetheart. Well, long story short, Italian men are mostly attracted to Italian women or Latinas. Our women are more daring and bold, so naturally we love them. You're Americano and you're the youngest I've seen them with, so you see?"

"Strange.Chiara ?That's Italian right?" The drawl in his deep baritone floated into my ears and played like a melody in my ears . "Yes it is and I'm Italian.How did you know?Many don't know that Chiara is infact an Italian name ." I missed , puzzled and he chuckled. "I like to think of myself as a well travelled man ." For some reason,I was relaxed around him.Maybe it was sthe alcohol or maybe it was the heady feeling of being sought after by a man that exuded power the way other men exuded perfume

He chuckled in Italian. "Why are you so shy? Let that inner lady overcome your desires my Bambolina" he patted on my back. We bro fisted each other, well, I tried to mask other worries about my work commitments. I noticed one thing about him. His tongue rolls differently whenever he talks in an Italian accent. I glanced at Kiara who was giggling at me. "Shut up. I'm not interested in looking at you. Your set is more beautiful than my desires" "So you do desire me. That's fantastic" he murmured, leaning on me.