Italy Germany Hetalia Novels & Stories

he asked softly, staring at me intensely. “Any country…” I replied. “You have to choose, baby.” He persisted. From somewhere below, Angel’s voice roared. “Italy, Mommy! Or Dubai!!” I laughed—I was sure Emma had fed her that line. “Italy,” I answered. Dubai felt too extravagant, even after all this. “Italy it is,” Leo agreed, grinning. Cheers erupted again, but the flashes were blinding. I could barely see the faces in the crowd. “Mommy! Daddy!” Angel’s voice rang out, closer now.

“But why would the Germans help Antonio? A fallen Alpha, with no pack.” Hudson stood, pacing as his mind processed through the tangled threads of the conspiracy. “That’s the question we need to answer. Princess Moora and Becker Wagner are coming to the wedding—Germany’s soon-to-be crown prince and princess. I need you to keep a close eye on them” Ethan nodded, his earlier excitement gone, replaced by the tension of the situation. “Understood, Alpha.” Just as Ethan turned to leave, Hudson’s voice stopped him. “Wait. What did you want to show me?”

Why not, her voice is enough distraction. 'Think about it, Italy is the one place they will never carry their madness war to because it is where you base. Just like Ursula, if they aren't here in Italy, they will be in a country all three of them hate or will never suspect.' She muffled as she gulped down the wine. I stood up and walked to her. 'Why would they leave?' 'They are probably dating people they shouldn't, another girl must be among them, check and report back to me. I'll check from my own… Ok, that's enough alcohol, you dumb ass!'

As the conversation progressed, Alessio mentioned his homeland, Italy. “You should visit Italy,” Alessio said, leaning forward slightly. “I promise, it’s even more beautiful than here.” Amanda raised an eyebrow. “Blimey! I’m very up for it. You know, Tenerife is stunning.” “It is,” Alessio admitted, his eyes sparkling. “But Italy has something...special. You’ll see when you come.” Her friends chimed in, asking for tips on the best cities to visit. Alessio listed places with enthusiasm, sketching imaginary maps in the air.

Italy is slowly becoming my second home, and the language is getting easier to learn. Benvenito a casa, la mia raggazza is boldly written on a large banner. Grinning, we open the door, past the banner, and there everyone is waiting. “Daddy!” Violet screams as she runs to her Dad, hugging him tightly. Nina wastes no time as she walks to her Family, moving into her mother’s embrace. Smiling, Cara, Danielle and I walk to Sinister. “Phiona.” Luciano grins as he jumps into my arms, I kiss him all over his face, as he tightens his hand round my neck, God, I love this boy so much.

I gave it to Terzo. “No. This one is familiar. A bank account.” My head snapped and craned to meet him in the eye. “What kind of bank account has letters in it?” “A bank that only a few people know exists.” He took a seat on the edge of the bed. “Let me guess, someone like you? Where is it?” “The US, The UK, Italy, Ireland, and Germany.” “Good. We’re in Ireland. We should go tomorrow.” I grabbed the envelope and checked what was inside. There were documents, including their marriage certificates, but not passports. We just came from vacation when that ambush happened, but I still couldn’t remember anything about it.

I was about to thrust forward when the door was slammed against the wall. “Che cazzo, Mattias!” (Italian for “What the fūck, Mattias!”) Lorenzo hissed from the door, forcing me to roll my eyes as I leaned my forehead against Isadora’s. “You’ll have enough time to fūck her, but right now we have bigger issues. Get the fūck up and stop thinking with your dīck.” He added, before walking off. “Prometto che finiremo questa principessa.” (Italian for “I promise we will finish this, princess.”) I murmured against her soft lips before pressing my lips to hers.

Apparently luck was smiling on me, there was very little light that was going to help me so Matteo wouldn't realize that I'm not Claudia. Matteo took me by the arm, he pulled me into a room which was in complete darkness, I couldn't see anything. I felt him throw me on the bed and he started kissing my neck desperately. "Let go of me, Matteo! You disgust me!" "You will be mine, forget about Alessandro, he is already out of the country, he fled with Anna, forget about him." "You are a liar" "I'm not, he and Anna must be having a good time alone, do you want to see the video and pictures? I'll show them to you if you want"

My head began to pound. “Okay. Why do you have an ID from 2010 in a language I can’t read, but your Italian ID says 2024?” I rubbed my temples. “God, this is driving me nuts.” I turned the ID, trying to make sense of the flag in the corner. My brows furrowed. It looked familiar, but I couldn’t place it. “Australia? No, dumb. Croatia? Doesn’t look right. Netherlands? Ugh, too blue. China—seriously, Alina?”

He asked me finally as I took in a sharp breath when my body felt a jolt through it and I could suddenly move. "Where am I?" I rushed out as I rushed to sit up and I looked around the beautiful bedroom. "Your new bedroom," he replied leisurely. I can see that, I wanted to say but instead looked at the open sliding doors that led to a balcony, "I can see that," I answered honestly, "I meant...where?" I asked slowly, confused about what was going on. He stood up and adjusted his tie and pointed outside, he walked to the doors and I watched as he leaned against the railing of the balcony before he turned to look at me, "oh, I forgot to say," he paused, a smirk coming on his face, "welcome to It