Hetalia Romania Novels & Stories

(Simion POV) The meeting went well and an alliances was form between America and Romania. I know I kept putting off the idea of making alliances with other countries, but it something that needs to be done. As things were wrapping up with King Gabriel decide we should have a drink to seal the friendship between our kingdoms made. There were about eight people in the room besides King Gabriel were his son Seth, Beta Ryan, Beta Lucian, Gamma Colton, Gamma Darius, and Brayden. The King came back into the room with an old bottle.

he replied with a smile. I agreed to take him. Martha and I said goodbye to each other and while walking in the Corridor, I suddenly thought of asking him out to the forest.But he immediately refused and invited me to go to the Tower.I also agreed and we went to the high Tower where it was quiet and peaceful.The air that touches my skin is cold but the heat of the wine I drank is more dominant. "Dylan is so very lucky. When he saw Romania for the first time, he knew that Romania was his mate. He was very lucky because Romania also liked him and he immediately accepted him as a mate," he said.

“That is who you are after all; my mate.” I scoff. “It hasn't been that long I left Earth, and now, I am someone's mate?” He feigns hurt. “Someone?” He places a hand to his chest. “I am Rome. The King of Lucian City; the only Lycan. And you should be honored to be my mate.” Honored, my ass. He is prideful, and I despise men with a toxic ego. My eyes twitch. “You are not how I pictured you?”

Ana (to Celeste): “Your blood’s four rivers, verişoară. German steel, Japanese grace, Romanian fire, American… chaos.” Remy (mouth full): “Chaos tastes good.” Seras (filming): “For the vlog: ‘Sarmale diplomacy.’” Telepathic Trio Elowene (warm, amused, Japanese): 「愛を包め。」 Wrap with love, cariad.」 Dacia (layered beneath): “Lecția unu: protejează înainte de a lovi. Family first.”

The latter was given a towel by Thalia. “Love is a monster indeed…” Cyrill Emerson Clarke declared. *** “You’re a bitch, Romaine.” Romaine—Mary Bathory peered at Dorrien, smiling like a villain. Well, she’s a villain after all. “You’re right. You can quit calling me Romaine, lad.” Dorrien was making use of this opportunity to speak again. This whore had hindered him to speak for the last few days, or probably weeks, he can’t recall.

I sipped on the juice that was nice and sweet but I need something else. Something red and tangy. “Yes, as you can see, he was wearing my wedding band and his name is Timothy Rodriguez, the 15th Baron of Andalusia. You might as well show some respect for my husband, uncle,” I said as I was looking at him. He clenched his jaws before I stood up and I was pulling Tim with me.

He moved with liquid grace, like an apex predator, and my skin crawled. "Callum." His accent was thick, his gaze sliding over me dismissively. "I see you've brought. entertainment." Callum's growl vibrated through his chest. "My mate, Viktor. Show respect." "Ah yes, the turned one." Viktor's smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "How. progressive of you." Before Callum could utter a word, the click of stilettos against stone preluded Isabella Romano's entrance. An Italian Alpha, she entered the room as if she was the owner, her blood-red dress a statement to begin with.

The war with the bikers had cost him a lot of soldiers and he needed to breach the gap very fast before things go south. “This is Alissa,” Romero called out curtly and Russo walked closer before stretching his hands forward for a handshake leaving her breathless.Se didn’t look Russian and he wondered if Romero had been wrong in his findings. Maybe she was from the bratva or the bikers club then, he wasn’t ruling Russians out completely. He would put nothing past Ergonov. Till he would be able to prove where she is from, he would keep her close. His father’s favourite saying has to be “keep your friends close and your enemies closer.” “Dobro pozhalovat', moya ledi, kak dela?” he asked hoping

"It is." Atlas changed his wet clothes to dry ones and sat on the bed. "There's trouble, Roma." "What do you mean?" He asked as he sat opposite him. "Someone attacked Riaz today." Roma's eyes widened. "Who dared to attack my nephew?" He fired and Atlas knocked his head. "Will you relax and let me talk?" "Sorry. Go on." "It was a werewolf, Roma." "What?" "Yes. Worst still, it was a wolf from Redmoon Pack."

He was completely, fully aroused. "I spent the entire day trying to wash your taste out of my mouth," Kael hissed, his voice raw and shaking with anger as he hovered over me. "I stood next to Lady Selene, the most beautiful she-wolf in the kingdom, the woman who will secure my throne... and all my beast could think about was the pathetic male runt locked in my bedroom." He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his glowing eyes. "I hate what you do to me, Elian," he whispered brutally.