Hetalia Italy Romano Novels & Stories

A lanky man who looked to be in his late forties stood behind us, dressed in a rather sleek Italian suit. “Men do love their suits in this country, don't they?” I mumbled, and Olivia nodded. “It's like seeing a suit epidemic or something.” Luigi frowned at our whispering, cleared his throat and drew closer. “Miss Natasha and Olivia?” “In the flesh,” I responded. “Great, come with me.” “Who are you?” Olivia demanded. Neither of us had seen Luigi. We couldn't assume this was him. The man bowed slightly before replying. “I am Romano. I will take you to Luigi.”

“a beautiful woman like you, shouldn’t be sitting alone looking lost in a place like this” She’d heard that line before, she swallowed the last of her drink. “let me get you another one”, he signaled the waiter and a got a bottle, he opened the bottle and poured her a drink in the gentle manly way. “here”. “so tell me, Amore mio, what is your name”, he said. Oh god, another Italian, what was it with her and Italian men for goodness sake “only if you tell me yours”, dear lord was she flirting, she never thought she still had it in her but screw it, Domingo was having fun with a bimbo, she might as well have fun and sharpen her skills, who knows may be she stills got it.

I sat at the stool while he started to cook. I realised he had an Italian accent. "May I know your last name?" I asked him. "Sure love. It's Romano." he said. "Oh so you are an Italian?" "Yes love. What's yours?" he asked. "It Bella Rose knight." I said as I gave him my full name. "Bella Rose knight. Nice. Well my full name is Xavier Elijah Romano." he said as he smiled at me. "That's a very nice name." I said to him. "Thank you love." he said to me while smiling. In a few minutes he was done cooking as we started to eat.

He threatened. He turned to the assistant and motioned for her to come closer and join her boss. “Look who we have here, Marco de Luca , Il capofamiglia I'Signori Della Notte," Lita said as though she was not surprised to see him. “To what do I owe this courtesy visit?” She asked all while maintaining a smile on her face. Lita Romano is the kind of woman who commands a room without saying a word. She had the aura of a powerful Italian mafia boss, she was sleek, dangerous, and always liked to be in control.

he said. I was quite taken aback. This was the first time Romano was using such language on me. He was always so calm and collected—one of the reasons I liked him. He didn’t let emotions get in his way. In a way, he was like me. I guess that came to bite me in the back. “I must say, boss, you must feel so fucking stupid right now, don’t you? The mighty Azrael… feared death of the Italian mafia… uhhh,” he added for effect,

I’m grateful. Suddenly, a hand lands at the small of my back. I turn. A man, handsome and about my age, smiles at me. Light brown hair, just enough scruff to be interesting, and eyes like liquid ink. “Mrs. Luciano,” he says smoothly. “Please, call me Quinn.” I smile. “And you are?” “Pablo Romano,” he says, leaning in to kiss both my cheeks. Ah. One of the Don’s men. “One of the capos,” I murmur with recognition. “Recently promoted, right?”

Her eyes closed as she exhaled deeply. He drew her into his arms, watching her pale face as she passed out. Elena Romano is the Alpha princess who eventually became a slave, and he is Alpha Don Dante Russo, the Mafia Alpha King to whom all Alphas submit.

He laughed, as the faux announcer shifted closer, and Reena blinked twice in surprise; the only acceptable expression of surprise from an agent. Mr Romano was cheerful and tall with an extremely lean frame. He was also dark, and the tattoos that twisted over his arms also curled their way around his bald head, and his eyes were shaped into narrow slits. “Caelan! About time.” He laughed, as they both clasped hands, and he nodded to the waiter. An act that brought him over faster than Reena could blink.

Sang-yeon or as properly nicknamed by la familia, the Asian menace is the Yakuza leader, and he has caused numerous problems for us in the past. I had no idea this was the bastard that knocked up Sofia, she wouldn't give me a name but now, thanks to Alessandra, I know he crossed me. He's leaning against his desk when I enter his shabby, overly late office. He's appluent, I would've found some use for Sofia's bastard had she said his name sooner. “Don Romano,” he grins, greeting me like we're old friends. His accent is washed out, by his environment.

I pulled it out and saw that it was Lorenzo. "Hello, Mr Romano." I said immediately after picking the call. "Cara mia...it's been a long time, how are you doing?" He asked in his thick Italian accent. "I've been fine. Work has been keeping me busy...thanks to you." I replied with a soft chuckle. He laughed on the other end, that warm, deep sound that always carried a bit of charm. “Good. That means I signed the right person.” I smiled faintly, adjusting the phone against my ear as I glanced toward the set where Kate was reviewing her shots with the photographer. “So, to what do I owe the call, Mr. Romano?”