Italy Hetalia Axis Powers Novels & Stories

he continues, “is that they don’t know if she’s part of that alignment.” My eyes narrow. “She’s not.” “I know that,” he says calmly. “You know that.” A pause. “But no one else does.” Silence settles in the room. Heavy. Calculating. Because perception. Perception is everything. “And the Italians?” I ask. “They’re watching,” Declan replies. “Trying to figure out if this is an alliance… or a weakness.” My jaw tightens slightly. “They’ll test it.” “They already are.” That doesn’t surprise me. Nothing does anymore.

Ace was still thankful as the old man already paid for his education and Ace knew with his striving grades he would be able to grab scholarship in college. "Il tuo desiderio è il mio comando, mio amore." He whispered in his thick Italian voice, and Aurora was able to understand only one thing from what he said 'My love', she didn't realize how her cheeks burned with reddish hue after hearing his words. (Your wish is my command, my love)

I pouted slightly and he smirked, looking back at the other Alpha as he took a drag on his cigarette. “I'm all fucking ears.” Alejandro said leaning back on the sofa. “Then let me tell you, I don’t know too much, but what DeAngelo Rossi did was a heinous crime that none have forgotten. His barbaric ways shaped the future of the Packs of Italy.”

Elena also noticed how this man's English was laced with so much heavy Italian accent. "Let's just say I decided to try something new" Carl stated with a smile on his face. "And i presume this must be your gorgeous wife" Lorenzo turned to look at Elena with that same smile had on which want to make Thelma puke "Yes, this is Elena and Elena, this is Alberto Lorenzo, he work as the head of all newspapers here in Italy" Elena shook the hands of the man who seemed to not take off his eyes of her, making her resolve within herself that je was certainly a creep.

I hope she understood this code especially since I mentioned the country and person holding me captive, "oh... you did make mention of Jake being from France but I heard Italy is more fun during summer." I exhaled sharply, she got it... thank goodness we made codes in times like this, "yeah Italy is the best, maybe we should find the best place to visit." "I'll make enquiries, Rome, Venice, Milan, Sicily, I really don't know where we should pick, I think Milan would be a great pick." "Nah... Sicily would be perfect, it gives off street vibes, beautiful culture, I even heard that there's a mountain here, it would be perfect."

Alex is the consigliere of Bratava and one of the main decision-driven forces in his territory. From what I and everyone knows is that Dante is the capo but still, he values Alex's opinion more than anyone, and the only person who can change the bratava capo's decision and leave to see another day is Alex. If Dante was satan in killing people then Alex was a psychopath when it came to mind games. Together they are lethal, deadly, and unstoppable. Their punishment was most brutal. No one in their right mind would ever go against them.

Italia exclaimed, her voice ringing in my ears. I rolled my eyes, chuckling at her enthusiasm. My affection for her is truly remarkable. I wore a long backless bright red silk dress paired with a silver diamond necklace a matching silver purse and sleek silver pencil heels. “Damn girl, You are so lucky you’re my bestie. I’d use my witch powers to silence that sweet mouth of yours and thank you.You look HOT, glittering and sexy in that dress too.” I said, smiling brightly. Italia was dressed in a flawless long gown that hugged her perfectly a bright green that complemented her smokey grey eyeshadow and black pencil heels.

In Liam's embrace, I discovered solace and security, his unwavering commitment to our well-being comforting me in this unfamiliar territory. Italy, with its captivating allure and timeless beauty, had become more than a mere backdrop to our journey. It symbolized the strength of our love and the lengths to which Liam would go to protect what was dear to him. And as the night unfolded, we embraced the tranquility, finding solace in each other's presence and the knowledge that we were cherished and safe.

But he would rather kill her than promise anything. “Leech like you don’t get to beg in front of me. Take those papers and leave this country tonight. I don’t want to see your face in Italy ever. What we have done is enough. You don’t get to ask for anything else.” Alessandro’s words were final. He wasn’t ready to waste a breath on her. Isabella wasn’t ready to accept defeat so soon. She was ready to cling to his feet as long as he doesn’t accept her request.

I chuckled at the thought, staring at his stoic expression. “We’ll continue this after I’m back from work, Ivan.” I informed with a sardonic smile, strolling towards his door. There’s no point resisting. He’s going to be my toy whether he wants it or not. Translation: Hai fame? (Are you hungry?) Sei sicuro (Are you sure?) Non sono interessato (I’m not interested.)