Italy Germany Hetalia Novels & Stories

"No... I left the house for the family helper, Zia Benedetta," Princess Ursula nods. "Okay, so, let's fucking get out of Germany," she jerks herself up. "We?" Maria asks confusingly. "Ja wir!" Ursula repeats in German. "Let's go crush some bitches. Shall we?" she added. "Ja wir können." Maria Smiles. Maria smiled at her. "stop cussing!" Maria warns her. She grins."Why? don't tell me you want to add me to your mean dictator book?"

He turns off the music and we drive in complete silence "Don't you want to connect?" he asked trying to break the silence "Sure" I shrug, connecting to the car. I started playing Hoe by Tedua ft. Sfera Ebbasta. The music starts playing and I start vibing "I guess I need to brush up on my Italian" he embarrassingly states "Why" I ask and he chuckles "I only understand half of what this song is saying" he awkwardly states "The school does offer Italian classes," I say and he nods

Whatever the tale is, it's evident that he is heading to Italy too. An idea pops up in his head and he heads to the young man a few feet away from him. "Hey, excuse me. " Malik tries to get his attention. He raises his head and notices Malik looking at him. He turns behind to make sure that he is really the one. "Hi, how are you?" Malik offers him a handshake and he takes it. " I'm Malik. " "Matteo. " He introduces. " Nice to meet you. " "I see you are heading to Italy too. " Malik casually points at the flag.

Although the final day will be the last day we'll see each other* Genzo's voice sounded sad *I'm not out of this world, Italy is a stone's throw away. Also, it doesn't mean that we're no longer in contact* Keyla tried to convince him not to see everything so negatively *I know, I would much rather have you with me in Hamburg. And not renewing your contracts doesn't make it any easier. Nothing keeps you in Germany now* he lowered his head and stared at the floor *Of course there's something holding me and that's you. I said I won't give up without a fight. But the distance will do us both good* Keyla lifted his chin and turned it towards her, she looked into his eyes and kissed him.

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?)

Put down your guns and release me or die] She pushed herself to her feet her eyes never leaving the giggling Don, ‘Morire, morire, morire' [Die, die, die] He muttered scratching his crotch, ‘Voglio la mia mamma' [I want my Mummy] He looked up at Alcina his eyes narrowed and she shuddered, ‘Tu non sei la mia mamma' [You are not my Mummy] She stared him down, ‘You are pathetic’ She sneered and his men watched in shock as the huge bulk of a man collapsed in on himself,

If it wasn't about to turn me mad, then, of course, why not? "Matteo, get down from that table right now before you hurt yourself," Obediently he did jump from the table but to the arms of the chair, going further to pull his sister up to himself. "All I'm saying is," Char picked up the conversation, "We need something strong to tell Italy that La belle exists," "But how?" "Don't ask me that; your husband is the president of the fuvking country; you've got a part of the world under your feet; make use of it" Knowing me, she added, "Enough of the pride."

"Gemma is waiting on the other side of the hallway, and Hiro, like a true gentleman, is escorting her and explaining the situation." I couldn't believe how quickly things were moving. I just closed my eyes and said, "Spero che tu vaghi la pena, Alessio Milano, o ti prendo a calci nel sedere." Italian phrase: "I hope you wander in sorrow, Alessio Milano, or I'll kick you in the butt.”

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.

This wasn’t a dream… “Oh, God,” Hailee gasped. “Alessandro… No!” “Sì, piccola… (Italian for ‘yes, baby’)” He was suddenly looming over her, his face dark with passion, mouth full and moist from the mayhem he had just been creating with his tongue. “You’re mine… All mine…”