Novel & Cerita Italy Hetalia Axis Powers

Valentina opens her mouth to answer but Matteo's phone starts ringing. It's Isabella Facetiming him. "Hi." "Are you done with your exam?" she asks in Italian. Matteo turns the camera to show Valentina. She waves. "Valentinaaa!" Isabella excitedly screams. "Are you in Sicily? This is perfect! Let's talk about Vinnie and Pia's birthday because for some reason she thinks I should be helping her with it."

Rocco began, his voice loud and bold, “there will be a merger between the Italian Pietro and Vicenzo empires. It took us six good years and the Pietro empire has spread its wings past the borders of Hong Kong to the birthplace of the mafia, Italy, and also Russia. Pietro empire has prided itself on having the strongest defense in the world. We have reviewed your request to partner with the Italian Pietro empire and it has been approved. We hope we can both cooperate and gain enough from one another. Let me round off with a brief summary of some important shares we hold in top mafia clans here in Italy. Our powerful Donna, Lisa Pietro, has graced herself in….” Anna became lost in her own whir

Domenico released her hand and rested both hands on his knees, his posture formal and decisive. “As the new Don of the Italian house, and as your brother, I formally acknowledge Vladimir Volkov as your husband and equal partner. The Russian-Italian alliance is not a temporary treaty signed in blood. It is a true union, forged in fire, and secured by the birth of our new generation.”

My head screamed “Not as sexy as my cousin’s baby blue eyes, I am afraid. The name is Alejandro and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance” he said, flashing me a smile. It is official; Italian men are the hottest things alive, I thought as I shook his hand “I am Diana and it is a pleasure to meet you too” I said “Cousin” Alejandro nodded towards Dante who nodded back.

That seems to have woken Zamiel from his shocked. “I—Italia!” He rushed to her side, but she hold up her hand. “N—no.” Her throat was throbbing. “I don’t need any of your pity, you Salvadors!” Zamiel looked at her sadly, but he did not speak a single word. It was as if he could understand where her anger was coming from. “And you.” Italia picked herself up without any help. “You hated this marriage, right?” Gustavio remain silent, but he was breathing hard.

She rolled her eyes, turning around and smiling again. "I have to look my best in my dream country." She mumbled, walking past him to the car. As far as he was concerned Italy to some people was meant only for the Mafia, the gangs, and Glades. "Why is Italy your dream country? You did say it was because of me, right?" He asked as they got into the car. "Yes, it was." She answered nonchalantly. "Why?" "Because every time you made me cry I was so determined to join the Mafia and make you pay. I did imagine skinning you alive and burning your flesh... dipping the catapelta into your knee and spurting out blood from your lungs..and..."

Jo asked. "We are going tomorrow to Italy for meeting him. And no I haven't seen his face, I am not interested in looking at him." "Italy! You didn't tell us he is Italian!" Jo exclaimed. "So what if that he is Italian?" I asked. "Are you kidding me? Italian men are hot! Especially their accent! God, I would have an orgasm just by hearing it." Chris exclaimed. He looked enthusiastic as if he is marrying him, I won't mind though.

Anna smirked wider, seeing her reaction which said that she understood who the person is! "Why can't he run behind some Italian girl? Why is he behind me? I am not even that beautiful!" She complained, feeling bad because of their only VIP customer who keeps coming often just to see her. "Girl, count yourself lucky, he isn't just any man. He is Alessandro De Luca, the whole Italy is mad about him and you want to ignore that drool-worthy man." Anna said, getting shocked by her behavior. "I can't even pronounce his name correctly, Alisaa what?" She asked, trying to remember the spelling to pronounce it correctly.

So still it was like her body forgot how to breathe. Italy. Her mind flashed violently to the hospital. To the ICU lights. To Damian’s broken voice. To Lysandra’s face. To the corridor where she’d walked away. To the name Damian Blackwell, fresh on Nikolai’s tongue like it meant nothing. Sera forced herself to swallow. Her smile stayed on her lips, but it was no longer warm. It was careful. “…Italy?” she echoed, voice too light. Nikolai nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! Our teacher said it’s educational. We’ll see history and museums and eat pizza and pasta and...”

he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I settled back against his chest, oddly content in the aftermath of our passion. This wasn't just sex anymore; there was an intimacy developing between us that I hadn't expected. "Have you ever been to Venice?" Alexander asked suddenly, his fingers tracing abstract patterns on my back. "Italy or California?" "Italy." I shook my head. "The closest I've gotten to Italy is the Olive Garden." "We'll have to rectify that. Venice should be our first stop in Italy."