Hetalia Mexico Novels & Stories

She really needed a hug. “He’s a filthy bastard. It’s alright.” “Mmhmm…” She nodded. “A racist bastard.” He assured and she nodded while he placed a kiss on her head. “I love you very much.” “Yo también te amo” she said in Spanish, a teasing smile crawled up her lips. He held her tighter and they chuckled. “Come on, let’s go pack up. We’re going to Mexico.” She was all cherry again. Ace shook his head at how easily she could switch from a bad mood to a cherry one.

What’s wrong with her loving Marl? “H-no, right! Stop teasing, Akemi! You’re not funny!” “Oh, Michaela Reyes has a secret crush on the Architect!” I teased her more. Her eyes reddened and moistened. “Stop it, Akemi! You’re only returning the favor, because you made fun of me about Engineer RD yesterday!” “Mrs. Tanya Michaela Reyes–Montenegro. It sounds so good on my ears.”

He waited until I was settled, then rose smoothly to his full height. I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, feeling the warmth of his body seep into me. My heart raced—not from fear, but from the strange, exhilarating thrill of it. Then, with a low rumble, Alexandro leapt forward. We raced up the mountainside. The world became a blur of rushing wind, pine trees flashing past, the earth rolling away beneath us. I held onto him firmly, pressing my face against his fur, breathing in the wild scent of him.

I recognized her immediately, every werewolf knows and fears her, Christella fidoria the most powerful witch ever known to wolf kind, I began to panic. “Wh…what do you want to do to me?” I asked terrified, Alpha Zyn just smiled and moved to far end of the room, he sat on the chair over there and just watched with an intrigued look on his face. “Etlin esta merroy.” The witch said with her hand stretched towards me as she moved closer and closer to me. I felt myself starting to get weaker and weaker, my head feels heavy and painful.

I say and he grabs his little dinosaur teddy and snuggles it. "Mama says you are my zia" "What does Zia mean?" I question, I really need to learn Italian. "It means auntie, you are my auntie" He whispers and I give him a soft smile and my heart warms up. I place a kiss on his forehead. "Goodnight Enzo" I whisper turning off his lamp and quietly closing his bedroom door.

Mex got into the middle, pulled my arm around him and snuggled under it like I was a blanket he knew would keep the monsters away. Daniel stood in the doorway, watching us, clenched jaw belying what he might want to say—stay, ask to hold me too—but he didn't. He never did when the twins were like this. Maybe he felt like an outsider to them still. Maybe he still felt that way about me. I brushed Mex's curls from his forehead. "Want me to hum?" He nodded. Michael blinked once. That was yes, too. I wasn't a lullaby kind of mother. But I hummed what I knew from the streets—songs sung by the broken, melodies stitched together with pain and resilience.

“You mustn’t be afraid, Master. I’ll take it slow so you can enjoy every inch of my cock…” “Don’t try to be funny, dog,” I say, grabbing his hair and pulling gently on it. “Don’t forget who your owner is here. Do you really think I’m afraid?” “I’m sorry, Master. I know you’re my owner; I’d never dare defy you… I’m yours—entirely your property.” With his words, Alpha Asher manages to calm my bad temper. So, without stopping to pull hard on his hair, I devour his lips hungrily, letting myself be carried away by this exciting situation.

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“Here.” I took the cool bottle and sat on a tall stool at their breakfast bar. “Do you think Rei and I could do the same?” She shrugged. “How worried are you about Dario being upset?” “I want to say not at all, but the truth is on a scale from zero to ten, I’m a nine.” Camila pressed her lips together and hummed. “What if you two wed in Mexico?” “Why would we do that?” “Because marriages in Mexico are recognized in the US.” Her green eyes opened wide. “I have an idea but first tell me if this is what you want.”

Lorenzo’s POV I organize my luggage, eagerly anticipating the moment I can surprise Elena. Having spent four days in Mexico, I have missed my beloved immensely, and I long to see her, to embrace her, and to feel her warmth against me. We have already completed the engagement and all related arrangements. I find myself weary of my time in Mexico, particularly in Elena's absence, prompting my decision to return to Los Angeles ahead of schedule. I am determined to surprise her; I am confident she will be taken aback. Although she pretends not to enjoy surprises, I am aware of her true feelings, as evidenced by the smile that lights up her face whenever I catch her off guard.