Hetalia Monaco Novels & Stories

"Let's start over. Hi, I'm Matteo, son of Roberto and Estelle, born and raised in Monaco. I enjoy sailing, terrible action movies, and apparently saying the wrong thing at the wrong time." I stared at his hand. "Come on," he coaxed. "That day at the pool, we had a good time. Good conversation. Remember?" I took his hand reluctantly. "Gianna DeLuca." "There we go." He shook it once, then released it. "See? Not so bad. So you're here on your honeymoon." He leaned against the stone wall. "I'm not trying to start anything, but obviously I've met you alone twice now. Where's this devoted husband of yours?"

From upstairs came the sounds of cabinet doors slamming, hangers clashing, and Salma muttering soft Russian words that, translated, were definitely not blessings. I exhaled, went back to the coffee table, and grabbed my laptop. The French Academy of Monaco’s parent portal looked like a lovechild of a Swiss bank and a luxury spa app. Elegant logo, thin fonts, pastel colors, and buttons that seemed ready to charge you a thousand euros per click. I logged in, fingers automatically typing the password. The homepage appeared, complete with photos of neatly uniformed children who looked far more civilized than Poppy. Menu: “Absences & Late Arrival.”

You vicious stallion," said Harnum spoiledly. Albern laughed out loud seeing his wife's face, which looked very funny in his eyes and very adorable. He kissed those sensual lips repeatedly, and sometimes bit them. “Okay, my Queen, don't be angry. I will resume our conversation which was postponed earlier." Harnum straightened his body. Now the position is sitting. He really wanted to take Albern's conversation seriously. “Come on, By, continue.” “I noticed that Monic also actually has more feelings for Rully. However, because of the way Rully was always rude to her, Monic felt unappreciated and unnoticed." Albern paused his words for a moment. His eyes instead focused on Harnum's chest, whic

“So she had him stay put somewhere.” “It must feel so damn good if a man like that listens to you all the time, that when you would really feel like a queen,” Belle added and Mira chuckled while Katie rolled her eyes at them, Sapphire mentally facepalm. “Wait, What? You guys are going to Monaco?” Alyssa asked Sapphire with wide eyes. “Why haven't we heard of this, were you going to go secretly?” Alicia asked. “Don't bother yourself about it. Alexander just informed me, "I am as shocked as you guys are,” she told them with a wave of hand and they nodded.

"Thank you, Domenica." … Villa Dominica, Monaco, Italy. Under the dreamy starry night sky of Monaco, Emma wore a pale blue calf-length gown, her hair flowing down her back and blowing in the wind. With her pink lips and white skin, even in the dark, her gentle movements made her look like a fairy descending to earth.

he replied, the smoke languidly swaying around him, fading into the air. Mateo growled, pushing himself from his bike. “I don’t think you know who I am, amigo.” “Goddamn right, I don’t, and I don’t care,” Rio answered in the same annoyed tone. “Chefe, who the fuck is this macaco.” [boss] [monkey] Nico snorted, pulling Mateo’s glare from Rio. “What? What is macaco?” “G****e it,” was Nico’s response, glancing down at his father’s old leather watch wrapped around his wrist, frowning at me.

I couldn’t help but open my eyes as big as they can the moment after I heard his declaration, I was surprised. “No, it’s Heidi” Levi said. His sentences lead the man confused, causing him to raise an eyebrow before throwing us more questions. “I thought your fiancé’s name was Aria, my bad then!” The man flashed both of us a tooth smile, he then reached to my right hand and kiss it. “Welcome to Monaco, Ms. Heidi” He declared and after bending down to kiss my hand, the man then pleased us to seat. Levi and I then made our way. At the time we arrived, there were only plenty of people in the building, the rest were still on their way. I took my seat afterward, followed by Mr. Vampire next to me.

I watched her for a moment and the protective urge in my chest felt like a physical weight because she was human and she was bruised, and she was honestly the only thing in this messed up world that made any sense to me anymore. I walked out into the main hub and saw Marcus sitting in a swivel chair with the glow of three monitors reflecting in his glasses like he was some kind of digital god, and he told me I looked like hell and that the "human experience" wasn't agreeing with my complexion. "The name," I said, ignoring his annoying jab and leaning over the desk until my shadow fell across his keyboards like a threat, "Dante Moretti, and I want you to tell me everything about the Zurich co

Seconds later I heard her snoring softly, she must have been tired from all this ruckus. ***** The three of us were walking to the direction of the mall's main entrance trying to regroup with the others. "You must be Alpha Gabriel, which pack do you lead". Even starting up a casual conversation his voice is wrapped up with power. "The Blood Stone Pack Your Majesty". He turned to me with a shocked expression. "You must be mated to Monica then. She and I are friends". If she and Monica are friends then surely he has the right to know. "Your Majesty. Listen, I - about Monica- , she is-"

There was no comfort there, only resolve. Whatever the Phoenix was, it wasn’t a bluff. Vanessa had planned this for years. Nathan opened another folder. It was filled with maps, pale blue and gray. With dotted lines across the continents and seas. But one location pulsed brighter than the rest. “Monaco,” Adrian said immediately. His voice was flat and controlled. “Typical Vanessa. She always liked places that look clean.” Nathan ran a trace. But encryption fought him at every turn. Code spilled on the screen faster than I could follow.