Hetalia North Italy Novels & Stories

He towers over me, gun still trained on my chest. The North… the cold… Could I be somewhere in northern Italy? It’s the only thing that makes sense. Stories flood my mind, stories every southern girl grows up hearing. The syndicates that rule the North don’t bicker and fight like the gangs in Sicily. No, they work as a single machine, every organization bowing to one name: Il Noce—The Walnut. And him? His words, his fury, his cold eyes tell me everything I need to know. He’s one of them.

I hope she understood this code especially since I mentioned the country and person holding me captive, "oh... you did make mention of Jake being from France but I heard Italy is more fun during summer." I exhaled sharply, she got it... thank goodness we made codes in times like this, "yeah Italy is the best, maybe we should find the best place to visit." "I'll make enquiries, Rome, Venice, Milan, Sicily, I really don't know where we should pick, I think Milan would be a great pick." "Nah... Sicily would be perfect, it gives off street vibes, beautiful culture, I even heard that there's a mountain here, it would be perfect."

Both tip their heads in her direction as she approaches them, but only one of them steps forward when he spots me behind her. He's big and built like the offspring of a grizzly bear and a giant sequoia tree. From the way he's eyeing me, it's clear he's already imagining all the ways he can snap me in half, which is fine by me because I wouldn't mind putting a bullet in his skull either. I do not trust Italians. They're vile, cruel and incapable of putting anyone but themselves first.

Not in Italy. Right?

Therefore, I was shocked when I heard a small giggle escape from her berry stained lips, her having just finished the strawberry I had held up to her mouth. My eyes immediately sought her chocolate colored ones to see what had caused that adorable sound to fall from her lips. She giggled again at my intense reaction before saying, “You are pretty well known, well everywhere, and I would have to be blind to not notice that you are an alpha.” She went on before I could respond, “I was actually on my way to the Northern Province. That’s where I am from.”

I whispered. Valerio turned to me slowly. His face was hard, but something flickered behind his eyes. Calculation. Anger. And something else I did not want to name. “Yes,” he said. “And they want you to panic.” The corridor ended at a wide circular chamber. In the center stood a glass table lit from beneath, holographic maps hovering above it. Italy. Milan highlighted in red. Several smaller markers blinked around it like warning signs. Valerio released my hand and stepped toward the table. He swiped the air and the map shifted, zooming in.

Nikola sounded like cooling him. ""Non mi fido di te dannazione, riportala indietro! (I don't trust you dammit, bring her back!)," Luciano wasn't buying it. I wished I could understand Italian. "Non avrei mai pensato che saresti stato così follemente innamorato di qualcuno. Non hai mai toccato la sua figa eppure riesci a comportarti come un amante dipendente. (I never thought you would be this crazy in love with someone ever. You never touched a woman's pussy yet you manage to act like an addicted lover)," Nikola seemed to be fueling the fire as he growled louder.

Yeah, Talia could see how the hypocrisy could be amusing. “Hold up. You left the office like the devil was nipping at your ass to find Delicioso about your proposal, so… it’s him isn’t it?” Talia took a frustrated sip out of her martini glass and said, “He’s Italian.” “Reigning from the same hot species. Is it him or not?” she shot back. Talia cleared her throat, turned her head away to the side, her left hand rising to rub at her cheek and ear. She jumped when Carrie screamed, quickly turning to face her.

The slim one cackles, his crooked yellow teeth now obvious. The panda is scratching his head with his gun. And Nico? His gun is still pointed at them, as he waits for a mistake. I lean a hip on my SUV, staring sideways but my eyes still catching glimpse of their bodies, “If you succeed with killing those related to me, you'll have the north section of Italy. If not, I'll put your dead bodies on display.” As if on cue, I snap my head to the side, meeting their glaring, flickering gazes of fear and determination.

One of my friends that are in on the bet had called me to ask about how it’s all going, thankfully Gabriella doesn’t speak Italian. The call - L - Cosa vuoi che faccia Deigo? Sono allo stupido appuntamento non posso chiamarti ora (What do you want Diego? I’m on the stupid date I can’t call you now) D - Sempre educato come sempre. Comunque solo chiamando per vedere come sta andando con la cagna americana? (Still as polite as ever i see. Anyway just calling to see how it’s going with the american bitch?)