Hetalia Monaco Novels & Stories

I said carefully not trying to let my anger show “nothing fancy.” Monica laughed lightly, almost like a bell ringing in a quiet room. “Nothing fancy… hm. That’s… sensible. I would hate for you to distract him unnecessarily.” My heart skipped. “I… I wouldn’t try to distract him, ma’am,” I said. Her eyes narrowed just slightly, a teasing glint in them. “I don’t doubt that you think you wouldn’t. But let me make something very clear, Madison.” She leaned back against the couch, crossing one long leg over the other, her posture casual, almost too confident. “Dominic is mine. Do you understand?”