Hetalia Italy Romano Novels & Stories

I asked. Her smile was slow and sharp, green eyes bright. “You must be Elena,” she said in perfect English, faint Italian accent curling around the words. “I am Isabella Romano. I heard Valerio had someone special staying here. I wanted to bring a small New Year gift.” My stomach dropped. Romano. I had heard the name once, months ago, whispered by staff. An old flame. Powerful family. Someone Valerio had ended things with years before. I kept the chain on. “That is kind, but he is not home right now.”

Dominic growled, voice so close to a snarl it barely sounded human, “and I will gut you in front of my men. Do you understand me?” Romano’s hands twitched. He didn’t nod. He didn’t fight. He didn’t speak. Dominic shoved him harder. “Do you fucking understand me?” “Yes,” Romano choked out. Dominic let him go. “Get the fuck out of here! I can see it in your eyes Romano. You wanna fuck her don’t you? “No Dom” “Don’t you fucking lie unless I would put a bullet straight from your mouth and trust me your brain would splatter on the fucking walls”

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"

We can. Rome smiled at her, not saying a word for a while. It was as if he was calming himself down. It took him a full six seconds of just smiling and flashing his dimples at her before he lovingly said. "Romano III is here." "You got to be kidding me..." "Your body felt different." Rome's hand glided down from her breast to her tummy. Then, still smiling, his eyes softened, as if he had confirmed something just by feeling her. "He's here."

I noticed his eyes were hazel and he had a button nose. “Are you alright, Miss?” he asked in concern. I nod my head, still rubbing my forehead. “I’m so sorry. I was in a hurry.” the Italian guy, I believe from his accent, reasoned. “Don’t be. I should have been aware as well.” I smiled awkwardly. From his attire, I presume he’s one of Logan’s business partners who came to attend the meeting. “I’m Elijah Romano.” he introduced, extending his hand.

Everyone and their uncles know that to have the Moscow Bratva owe you a favor is like having the key to heaven. The room falls quiet again. I can see the next name forming on their tongues before they even say it. Luca tries anyway. “Then… the Romanos?” I let the name hang in the air for a second, tasting it. Rafael Romano. That smug, prick from Italy. I remember him from the last summit; sharp suits, sharper smile, always acting like the underworld was a fucking boardroom. I’ve read the reports on his operation. Clean, ruthless. But never a coward.

This was it, this was all that they needed to conclude that she was turned by roman for sure. “What’s your name? do-do you have one” Roman finally spoke after making Lucas doing all the talking, her eyes diverted to whom she thought was the sexiest man she had even laid eyes on. To her he seemed perfect and almost not real. “Harley” she answered sharply and Roman was quiet for a while “I’m Roman and this is my best friend Lucas” Roman introduced himself and Lucas gave a quick wave with a nervous but welcoming smile. She nodded softly, “Thanks for bringing me here but I need to go home” she tucked her hair behind her ear softly

The firelight from the hearth flickered across his relaxed features, making him look impossibly calm, as though the chaos of everything that had happened was beneath his concern. He stretched his legs across the worn leather couch, one arm draped carelessly over the back, and met my gaze with a sly grin. “She’s your mate, Romano,” he said casually, tilting his head just enough to let the shadows from the fire play across his sharp cheekbones. “Go get her. It would seem she’s too fragile for me. I don’t want to break more of her… lovely tooth.”

"Stupido ragazzo." ["Stupid boy."] She whispered to herself still in italian and slapped her forehead in annoyance. "Let me think about that...no! Go away and just leave me alone. I've said it to you in our own language and now you make me say it in english too. Do not try to ruin this for me ok?" "Don't be rude in front of the lovely Gabriella. Gabriella this is my sister Amara Martini." So was Vincent just another brother that she liked better or what? __________________________

Luciano mentioned earlier, no big deal. “Oh! The Madman’s Daughter” Gio mouths but I know what he said. So tactless I do wonder why they all keep calling Romano The Madman. Well, it's certainly a befitting name. “Step-daughter” I corrected, I HATED it when people refer to me as Romano’s daughter. He is NOT my father. “Oh, my bad. I’m Gio” He stretched his hand for a shake “Athena” I replied as I shook his hand