Hetalia North Italy Novels & Stories

As he said so, all the eyes in the City Center turned towards me, which I just calmly looked at them, to me their exchange of words right now were similar to how a Mafia would engage in the start of war, trying to be civilised and weighing their morality and to justified their reason for everything that they have and wanted to do. “{Greeting Esteemed Ones~…Alessia Di Gianna, of Gianna Family of the Northern Alemia, Hailed from the Mountain territory Next to the Northern Shark Region..I am Pleased to meet your Acquaintance..}”. (Alessia Di Gianna)

◆ MILES ◆ Florence, Italy "Quando penso che meno incompetente di così non si può essere..." Thump. Thud. "Leo, w-we tried everything!" said a panicking British man's voice. "Gave them two times their cut!" "Imbeciles!" Bump. Whack. Glass shattering. "I wouldn't— W-Why would I—" "D'ora in poi, figlio di puttana!" "Stop! No— Leo!"

“Merely observing. But a warning never hurts anyone.” I let my jaw tighten. “Well, I’m observant too. And I bite hard when warned unnecessarily. Because from my point of view you’ve been doing that more than enough now.” His smirk widened, almost pleased. “I can see that. Makes things… more interesting.” “Interesting?” I snapped, leaning in a little closer, voice sharp. “Careful or ‘interesting’ becomes annoying, and I don’t back down easily.” He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the pushback. “This is Italy not America, little miss, you know that right?”

"Tokyo. When we can." "Japan is on the list," I said. "The list," he said. "Where does it live?" "In my head," I said. "It's not written down." "Tell me what's on it," he said. I thought about it. "Japan," I said. "Portugal. The part of France Catherine is in. Istanbul at some point." I paused. "And back to Italy. The Amalfi part specifically." He looked at me. "Not Rome?"

His cocktail voice made my eyes snap open. I glared at him. “I swear I will scream.” He grinned wider. “And I swear no one will care. We’re in Italy now. Screaming’s practically a love language here.” I groaned, but my feet hit the ground anyway. The breeze was warm and soft, the air smelled like lemons and sea salt, and it physically hurt to admit it was... nice. So this is Italy. I blinked at him, then looked past his shoulder. Oh. Oh no.

Did I pronounce it right? His cousin gives him a thumbs up. "Wait, where are we going?" Eddy puts his hand on my shoulders with a bright smile. —To the cradle of all human evil: Italy. Italy, Tuscany. 19 years RYDER "Here, I want a clean job." Leo slid the data sheet across the desk and I caught it on the other side. They are from the Bratva, so be careful. -AHA. I browsed the folder and since there was no image I closed it soon. Leo was stroking the back of Pantera who was very comfortable sleeping on the table, when he looked at me. Serious, indisputable, as always.

He said, walking away to motion to one of his many ‘companions’. “Capo?” She asked innocently as she approached him. “Ah, Anita. Ricordagli perché l'Italia è il posto migliore da visitare.” (Italian for “Remind him why Italy is the best place to visit.”) He told her as he smacked her asš. “Si, Capo.” She replied as she swayed her hips towards me. I gulped down the remaining contents of my drink before placing it on the side table.

"When she has her mind set she doesn't stop." "Italian Men," I tease. "They are so protective." I kiss Nic's cheek and he tries to hold back a grin. "I'll see you in three days." "Three days," he nod. "Addio Bella." Translations: Sei il peggiore- you are the worst Ti amo- I love you Addio Bella- Bye beautiful Thank you so much for reading! Feel free to leave any feedback. I love you all ❤️

Her purse contained her passport, her phone, and lip balms, that was it, nothing else. “Nora Morningstar,” He called out her name. Even her name didn’t sound like someone who could do a thing wrong. Her national identification card also bore the same details as her passport and as she had said, it was her first time in Italy as she only had just one stamp. “Fanculo!”

My head screamed “Not as sexy as my cousin’s baby blue eyes, I am afraid. The name is Alejandro and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance” he said, flashing me a smile. It is official; Italian men are the hottest things alive, I thought as I shook his hand “I am Diana and it is a pleasure to meet you too” I said “Cousin” Alejandro nodded towards Dante who nodded back.