Hetalia Italy Romano Novels & Stories

After a moment he smirked looking between Matteo and Jamie. “ Oh so he is yours?” he mummered to himself. He disappeared into the crowd before Jamie could react. “Who—who was that?” Jamie asked, still catching his breath, cheeks flushed red. His heart pounded, head swimming from excitement and alcohol. Matteo didn’t answer immediately. He held Jamie close, steadying him, letting him feel the solid weight and calm authority of his presence. “He’s… my younger brother,” Matteo said at last, lips curved in the faintest smirk. “Romeo.”

"That’s… not exactly a qualification." "Maybe not," he agrees easily. "But I work hard. I learn fast. And I promise I won’t be cringey like the others." He winks. I bite the inside of my cheek. He knows. I cross my arms. "And your name?" His smirk widens. "Alessandro Luca Romano." Penelope’s entire soul leaves her body. I don’t blame her. It sounds like a name straight out of a romance novel. I glance at the job applications I’d collected from today’s horror show of interviews. All disasters.

The kitchen light hit his skin, highlighting the ink along his ribs. Mors tua, vita mea. Fitting. Because somehow, every time he got close, my life felt a little shorter. My fingers slid up, threading into his hair, pulling it gently back. His eyes locked on mine. Blue. Dark. Lazy. But beneath that practiced calm, I saw it. A spark. Heat. Barely leashed. “You’re such an asshole, Romano,” I whispered like a wicked little prayer. “A handsome one. The kind that should be displayed in a mafia museum so little girls can learn exactly how to ruin themselves with one look.”

Discuss what somewhere else? Grace voiced out more irritated than confused. "Grace" Dante put his hand out in an attempt to stop her from talking. "Hey, I'm Rome. Your potential mate" Rome said using a hand to brush back his perfect hair back as he extended another hand towards her. Wow, was he tall. Grace took it anyway with a contended smile on her face. She didn't quite know what was going on. But she could definitely get used to this. "Will you get your hands off of her--"

“What are you teaching my wife?” A male voice booms out even as the door opens, another tall man coming into the room, obviously a Romano by the dark hair, the broad shoulders, the confident stride. He glances around the room but moves immediately to Giana, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his mouth hungrily to hers.

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

Tucked behind a small sliding panel near the back, where some books were stuffed in carelessly was a small, black wallet. The kind that looked like it belonged to an assassin or an undercover spy. I grabbed it, my fingers trembling slightly as I flipped it open. Two IDs. Gotcha. I pulled them out slowly, eyes scanning the first one. It was an Italian identity card. REPUBBLICA ITALIANA MINISTERO DELL’INTERNO COMUNE/ MUNICIPALITY: Milan COGNOME/ SURNAME: Romano NOME/ NAME: Vincenzo LUOGO E DATA DI NASCITA/ DATE OF BIRTH: 25-05-1985

The man didn’t look away. Yasmine resisted the urge to shift under his gaze. Luca stood and walked toward her. His hand settled on her arm—firm, possessive. “Dante,” he said smoothly, “meet Yasmine.” A pause. “Yasmine… my Consigliere and partner, Dante Romano.” Dante rose and stepped forward, extending his hand. Yasmine placed hers in his, polite but distant. “Nice to meet you, Signore Romano.” “My pleasure, Donna,” he replied with a slight nod.

She smiled, "It's his house, darling. Zavi has many houses all over the world, you just happened to meet him here." I shook my head, "Interesting, he's a very big business tycoon." She laughed. "You can say that. He's very wealthy, all Romano's are very wealthy." She pulls out a white chiffon dress and said, "You would look lovely in this. Try it," I smiled and collected it from her. "What do you mean by Romano?." I pulled off the dress that I wore to breakfast this morning. "He's a Romano. He's the second son of Mr. Loren Romano, the wealthiest man in Italy. He happens to take after his father so he manages the Romano empire."

“Fine, I have feelings for her." “Whoo hoo!" Romano tossed his hands in the air. He issued me a knowing smirk while I gave him a glare in return. “I have feelings for Janie....." I reiterated one more time, a part of me felt relieved to have gotten it out in the open. “.....and it took me the whole trip to Italy to finally realize that. I can't say that I'm in love with her yet. But I just want her to be with me. Even though she hates me, I can't help but want to be around her all the time. So now, be a good friend and help me find her."