Italy Hetalia Axis Powers Novels & Stories

“For the future.” Elena’s pulse kicked harder, a drum in her chest. She’d braced for a lot—raids, wars, blood—but not this. Not Jeremy storming the system, not him painting a target this big. He wasn’t just running—he was declaring war on every power in Italy, inviting a fight that could bury them all. Too late now—the words were out, live to millions, no rewind. ***** *** **** ****** *** **** **** ***** ******

"When she has her mind set she doesn't stop." "Italian Men," I tease. "They are so protective." I kiss Nic's cheek and he tries to hold back a grin. "I'll see you in three days." "Three days," he nod. "Addio Bella." Translations: Sei il peggiore- you are the worst Ti amo- I love you Addio Bella- Bye beautiful Thank you so much for reading! Feel free to leave any feedback. I love you all ❤️

A guard helps him with the stairs as his weight causes him a bit of difficulty. "Sono felice di annunciare che 2 famiglie forti d'Italia diventeranno ancora più forti grazie a questa alleanza" (I'm happy to announce that 2 strong families of Italy will become more stronger by this alliance) he claps his hand to which everyone joins, I too clap whole heartedly as Lucia and Gio walk upto the stage. Lucia is blushing hard, while Gio has maintained his composed posture.

Hayato chirped in and Mancini Romano dropped to his knees, saying, "Young Miss... I mean your Highness, I'll forever be a faithful servant" My brows creased, "That's enough. Call me Sofia. That would be all, I'll give you a call, Mr. Romano" With that, I found my way out of the office to avoid more worship and the armed guards followed quickly. Seems there are still good and honest people in Italy. Alexander Hayato soon caught up with my pace and with heavy breathing said, "Miss... Your Highness, weren't you too excessively kind back there" I stopped abruptly and turned to him, "I'm not in Italy to become a known tyrant, Mr. Hayato. I need loyal heads around me"

Alexi’s grip on my hand loosens as he turns it over and seems to inspect my dainty fingers in his, running his index finger down the small thumb against his larger one and measuring my small hand in his larger one. I’ve never understood the mechanics of the old Italian code, but I know that certain things are more of an inconvenience than a declaration of war. Targeting the women who hold no value; Alexi is right. It’s not a call to start a war, it’s an effort at saying ‘Look how cocky and well placed I am. You should consider me worthy’. Someone is trying to piss on their property and show dominance.

Matteo sat at the table across from them as he continued. “We wanted to apologize,” he said calmly. Lucas frowned. “For what?” Matteo gestured toward Lucas’s leg. “You were injured on our property.” Jamie opened his mouth immediately. “That wasn’t your—” Matteo raised a hand slightly. “We would still like to make it up to you.” Lucas suddenly felt uneasy again. “What do you mean?” Matteo leaned back in his chair. “You’re visiting Italy for three months.” Lucas nodded cautiously. “Yes.”

a frown appears on my face, "he is trying to win my heart." She gives me a pointed look, "is he succeeding?" I arch a brow and my cheeks flame, "perhaps." We both giggle and continue the party. When we land in Italy, I'm overwhelmed with the sheer beauty of their country. The Exodus pack was unique, welcoming and loving on every aspect. I wasn't separated from Liam here, on the contrary, we were bound at the hip as was the Alpha and Luna. Our last night is a huge party, set high on top of a mountain overlooking the sea, the tables spread vastly as every member of the pack joins together, for food, drink, laughter, and dancing under the stars.

His smile was slow to spread over his face, and then he was kissing my breasts, and I couldn't help the moan that managed to slip out my throat and he said“I am Vitalo.” It sounded like Italian and Greek, sexy just like I had imagined. His mouth moved lower, to my soft, feminine core and I cried out as his tongue runs over my seam and his hands spreads my thighs, holding them wide so he could flick my most sensitive cluster of nerves with the tip of his tongue, making me arch my back and scratch my nails into the soft white duvet cover as I scream out in pleasure. Pleasure, unexpected and intense, burst over me, splitting me in two. I call out his name, loudly, spilling it from my lips over

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.

Yeah, Talia could see how the hypocrisy could be amusing. “Hold up. You left the office like the devil was nipping at your ass to find Delicioso about your proposal, so… it’s him isn’t it?” Talia took a frustrated sip out of her martini glass and said, “He’s Italian.” “Reigning from the same hot species. Is it him or not?” she shot back. Talia cleared her throat, turned her head away to the side, her left hand rising to rub at her cheek and ear. She jumped when Carrie screamed, quickly turning to face her.