Hetalia Italy Chibi Novels & Stories

{Tiny thief} What! Did he just call me a tiny thief in Italian? I can't remember stealing from him, I swear I haven't seen his face in all my stay in Italy unless....did I miss his face too? "Don't act lost, ragazza" he yanked me to his face "Where is my fvcking ring?" {Girl}

It’s madness, his body caging mine against the hood like I’m a secret he wants to carve into steel. His knee presses between my thighs, nudging them apart. “Kidnap? That’s some fancy word, bambina.” He growls as his mouth travels down my cheek. “I wasn’t planning to initially, but guess what?” His hand squeezes the flesh. And I feel the pressure inside me. It’s scorching hot, glacial cold and unexplainable. If someone told me years ago that I would be cornered by Massimo Bianchi, Italy’s heartthrob, I would’ve laughed. Or maybe I would’ve spent the entire week fantasising about him like I did in earlier days.

Then he looked at her again with that cold, calculating smirk. “I know who you are, Chloe.” He said her name like a threat wrapped in velvet. “You’re the girl from Italy. The one who saw too much.” Her throat tightened, the mention of Italy dragging a dark memory out of the vault she’d buried it in. The cobbled streets, the blood, the screaming. A body on the ground. “You’re wrong,” she said quickly, almost too quickly. “I don’t know anything.”