Novel & Cerita Hetalia Romania

Not if she valued her life. “Of course,” she replied, offering Corloni a weak smile. “Romania sounds lovely.” “It’s not,” he quipped back with a wry smile. “And the operation there is a bit…how should I put this? Unsavory? But it’s what I want you to do.”

Maybe not even if they were the same species. -Not long enough for me to forget your murderous face," Augusto shot back as he assessed Julio Cesar's physical expressions to find something of Soraia in him. To his relief there was only the smell of her subtle touch and nothing else. -Uh, el lobo esta agresivo esta hermosa noche(uh, the wolf is angry tonight - Julio Cesar sneered as he pointed to the beautiful night sky and tried to imitate Augusto's Spanish accent horribly, he was Romanian after all. Far away, right?

The sentiment resonated with many, both in Rome and Athena. Maximus, recognizing the depth of these sentiments, rose to address the assembly. His words, a harmonious blend of statesmanship and genuine concern, sought to reconcile the aspirations of both nations. "We stand at a crossroads, where the paths of autonomy and alliance intersect. Let us forge an agreement that respects the sovereignty of Rome while preserving the bonds that history has woven between us."

I asked closing the crack from the window and coming to massage her shoulders, hoping she’ll be smart. “The Estela i know doesn’t back down from one failed attempt” I whispered into her ear watching her visibly shudder below me. “Yes well… I believe you’re right. Prepare the girl. I won’t be taking blood from her cunt this time.” ─❈─ AURELIA ─❈─ My pulse went wild with jittery anticipation as Romano slammed his mouth over mine, possessing me. His smell so different from Rafaele, invading me. Pain in the middle of my thighs forgotten, replaced with a weird sensation, I allowed myself to melt into him. The darkness and all making everything even more mad and forbidden.

He smirked like he was enjoying me seethe. "I'm not. There's this Germany test and exams..." "Which you wrote today, although it's for tommorow cause you knew you wouldn't be going to school tomorrow. You're not a good liar, Romanov." "I hate you...I hate you so much, I'll kill you one day." "Do you know what they say about hate sex?" L'Angelo leaned closer to me. "They say it's the best." TBC

The vehicle had a sticker of the Casa Roma logo and a not for rent statement on the lower door frame. “Thanks Lio,” Ethan greeted as soon as they get on the car. The driver, Lio, was one of the most loyal worker of the Roma Family. For him serving the Roma was a privilege. He is already 53 and had already been Darrem's butler when the kid was just 7. Lio just nodded and watch the new faces on the head mirror. He stared at the lady on the glasses, and find her frame familiar, but didn't said anything about it.

She scoffs, “I know Russian, and it’s not anything like it.” He looks at her again, “Gods, am I giving you more ammunition for your night time activities?” He laughs, and tilts his head. “Great, I’ll shut up.” Noemi walks over and sits next to Vali, huffing. They talk for a while in Romanian, and she focusses on her food. More words she has a vague idea of come up. Castle; again, time, travel, Dracula’s name is mentioned. She finishes her food, and takes the plate to the sink.

(Queen Romella) Inside the Alemia Palace, Queen Romella also showed the same unsightly reaction as her son. Rage and anger consume her after she were criticized, on the radio news segments, as soon as the radio broadcast come back on. On both side of the warring camps instead of worrying about the other parties might launch an attack on one and another, instead the soldiers, by the whim of their leaders, were let loose to find a lady name Olivia, a useless attempt that is wasting everyone time and energy. This is because, Miss Olivia, is not in Alemia Nation at all, she is far away, very far and safe from anyone eager and angry hands, she was inside the Aeternum Capital city, so no matter ho

I despised the awkward twisting of his lips as he grinned and the scar across his forehead. “Well, well,” he drawled as he closed the distance between us. “Looks like I just found myself a prize.” He had a slight Romanian accent. Was he from the Romanian syndicate? They weren’t as infamous as the Italians and the Bratva, but they were well known for their heavy involvement in child and women trafficking, drug trafficking, fraud, and whatever else I was too scared to think of. Cold sweat slicked down my skin, and my breath caught in my throat. “Who the hell are you?”

He only cares about his country more than a piece of furniture. A dark haired man in his late twenties is standing in the middle of the throne room, waiting for Timur. The diplomat stands in front of the Knight and bows. “Leo!” He greets cheerfully. “How are you doing? And how is Arya?” Leo Romana slightly smiles back. Usually, he has a strict and cold demeanor around others but in fact, he is a very caring person who hides his concern for others. His golden eyes are almost sparkling under the lights and he is taller than Timur by a few inches. He is more muscular but hides it behind a few layers of clothes. The sigil of Ezealyra is flashing on his chest: a round band with a silver wolf stan