Italy Hetalia Axis Powers Novels & Stories

It only dawn into her when she felt him close, his hot breathe fanning across her face tempted her greatly to shut down her eyes and leaned to his chest, not if she was still that damn old Italia! “N—no...” She was fighting the urge not to fell on his trapped again. “You are already a mess, when I came, Italia.” Gustav whisper. He was too close, and Italia was not liking a bit what he was doing to her. Gustav reached out. He caressed her face. Italia flinched. “K—keep away from me.” She was shuddering. She gulps. It was so hard not to get intimidated by the powerful and dominating Alpha male in front of her.

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."

Alessia’s eyes widened at the sight of her favorite pizza. “Aah, love you so much, Sophia!” Sophia grinned. “I know, I’m the best.” They both burst out laughing. Alessia sighed in relief—Sophia was always a ray of sunshine. “Oh yeah, before I forget, Layla is back in Italy,” Sophia said, lightly tapping Alessia’s lap. Alessia’s expression turned to one of shock, surprise, and joy. “Oh mio Dio (Oh My God)! It’s been ages! I was worried about her surgery.”

Dario says without giving the name of the last one. “Alpha, it’s a pleasure to meet you, and I want to thank you again for trying to help,” I tell him, and he stands up. “Princess, I thought we had agreed to no titles,” he said with a smile, and I laughed. “I am simply trying to be respectful in front of your men,” I say, and he laughs. “Well, stop that. Sit down so we can all speak. I take it that this is your mate. I spoke with your father, and he told me you had found your mate here in Italy.” Alpha Alex says as he sits down again.

Garcia and I had a suspicion that it was more organized than random rogues so we agreed this meeting would be beneficial. He informed me that the Alpha’s from Italy and Germany were coming in today and the Alpha from France would be here in the morning. There were a dozen other packs in Europe but these were the largest, all of us having over 1000 members and so we figured we would start with us. If we are all on the same page then we can help the smaller packs if needed. “I must warn you, Alpha Lorenzo of Italy took a mate,” Garcia tells me. “Took a mate?” Car asks him, as confused as I with the terminology chosen.

“Valerie…” “Alessandro, this war is going to cost more blood than anyone should be able to afford. And as you can see, their alliances only seem to grow stronger and bigger.” I said, stopping my mate. “But it is said that there are rules, even in the bloodiest of wars, and I am curious to know which ones they are following. However, you, as my mate, are going to have to trust me. It starts with you,” I looked at Dante who nodded, and I smiled. “And I believe a certain Alpha has already granted that trust to me. All I need is you.”