Hetalia North Italy Novels & Stories

He murmur and I propped my head up to look into his beautiful brown eyes. "Really?" My tone filled with surprise. "If you don't want to we-" I interrupted him. "Italy sounds perfect"

"I got this." "No I got this." I insisted yanking the hat away. Her brown eyes lit up when she saw me with her hat. "You lost this." "Grazie! Grazie! It's brand new! It would be sad to lose a new hat!" "Italian? Are you in Italian?" "We are in Italy signor." We laughed together. "I'm Nate." I extended my hand out to her.

He stood up, wiping the stain of blood from his hand. Opening the message, he saw.... ' having fun in Italy' A beautiful picture of Elizabeth appeared on his screen. Italy... Leo is in America so that means she is there alone with his sister, he laughed. Foolish boy. ......... " Hello Vince", said Anita. " Enjoying yourself in Italy?", He asked keeping his eyes on his woman. She looked so beautiful in the bikini she was wearing. He smirked at Bruno, such a coward. He had his boyfriend to protect him.

Domenico released her hand and rested both hands on his knees, his posture formal and decisive. “As the new Don of the Italian house, and as your brother, I formally acknowledge Vladimir Volkov as your husband and equal partner. The Russian-Italian alliance is not a temporary treaty signed in blood. It is a true union, forged in fire, and secured by the birth of our new generation.”

Rather, out of my mouth comes: “Does this nation your family rules happen to be a small country located in Eastern Europe?” I’m thinking Beautician and the Beast here. His gaze narrows on me. He doesn’t get it. “Southern-Central Europe, actually. With influences from Spain, France, Switzerland, and Italy.” That certainly explains some of the lush accents rolled into one that I’ve detected—making him sound like a citizen of the world. I’m just not quite capable of buying into the fairy tale. He senses this. And snaps a finger.

Celine laughs and nods, Sol’s eyes suddenly return to normal and he starts speaking instantly, “Right, so as far as I can tell…” Sol starts, then notices Luna and Hecate, he waves at them then ignores them “There were the three from Germany, but you killed them. There are the five from Italy, but one is secretly on your side, he’ll make himself known to you later today. There’s a contingent from South America, there’s seven of them. Four from Russia, three from China, and five from the USA.” She rubs at her temples,

Why these snorts? “In Italy, especially in the south, we don't like these temporary marriage agreements. It humiliates a woman. Believe me, we have strict morals and we don’t call such women wives. Do not worry, Alina, I do not consider you worse than others, I know what you are. Because I feel you more than other werewolves. Not only echoes of your strong emotions are available to me. You are a part of me, the most important part of my life. People do not fully understand these feelings, but over time, you will feel more strongly than me.

Garcia and I had a suspicion that it was more organized than random rogues so we agreed this meeting would be beneficial. He informed me that the Alpha’s from Italy and Germany were coming in today and the Alpha from France would be here in the morning. There were a dozen other packs in Europe but these were the largest, all of us having over 1000 members and so we figured we would start with us. If we are all on the same page then we can help the smaller packs if needed. “I must warn you, Alpha Lorenzo of Italy took a mate,” Garcia tells me. “Took a mate?” Car asks him, as confused as I with the terminology chosen.

Nikita sniffed and looked at Aleksandr with tearful eyes as she moved and held his hand. "I want those Italians to pay for their sins. I want them to pay in blood for what they did, Aleksandr. They attacked our honour again and again. But this time they should suffer for it." Aleksandr turned his gaze to her and gave her a dark smile. "I always make my enemies suffer unimaginable consequences, Tetushka." He said removing her hand from his arm and walking to his room. . . . "What have you done?" Aria demanded her brother.

The boys wriggled excitedly beside her, strapping themselves in with Alessandro’s help. "Mama, Mama," Matteo chirped, tugging at her sleeve. "What's Italy like?" "Is it big?" Antonio added, his brown eyes wide. Antonia laughed softly, smoothing their hair back from their foreheads. "Italy is beautiful," she said. "There are old cities made of stone, and streets that wind like rivers. There are mountains and oceans and vineyards as far as the eye can see." "Are there toys?" Matteo asked seriously. Antonia smiled wider.